Tuesday, November 27, 2007

::SometimeS AgaiN::



Sometimes when I gaze in the evening sky
My eyes search for the answers I fail to find
Sometimes my soul helps me face the world
Sometimes it fails to win some hearts

Sometimes I bleed in pain
Sometimes I weep with joy
Sometimes I fail to find a faithful friend
Who could hear me say: I am just a simple man

Sometimes I stop to think
How my show would end one fine day
Sometimes I try to reason with destiny and understand my fate
Of what has in reality become

Sometimes I turn around and look back to reminisce my past
Sometimes I look ahead in order to forget
The days those were once unbearably hard

Sometimes some things are never understood however true

Sometimes some lies can change one’s life
With the desire to live again
Like a real man.

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Friday, November 23, 2007

::IntoxicatioN::

I often dream, intoxicated by the hallucinating moments we spent together. These moments shall remain with me however faded and worn out – as a silent treasure.

A new world has seemingly woven itself within the two of us; touched by compassion, felt by the depth of serenity and seen by the blinded eyes of our carefree souls breathing inside us.

It delights me to dream about you whenever I can. It bleeds me to imagine that you are far away…

I cannot assess how painful the torture has become for me with your absence as I patiently wait with hope. Days pass like years and time crawls like a snail.

I do not know what would remain of me by the time you return to me. I hope you still find me as my old self waiting with my arms wide open for you to fill in the vast sea of emptiness inside me that has been dilapidated ever since you left.

I just hope you do not have to plant wild orchids upon my grave by the time you have returned to find me – silenced by silence.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

::MAN::

He walks alone
He wants what his heart desires
He gets what is in his fate
He fights to earn his bread
He struggles to keep his pace
He has to survive the odds come what may

He loves to share his happiness
He keeps his pain to himself
He is not good at words
Yet he knows how to win people’s hearts
He is born to serve the world
He has no expectations in return
His humility reflects in his silence
His integrity radiates through his eyes

He is a slave who cannot choose
Yet he dreams of freedom
And yearns for love and affection
He is short-lived
He lives only while he is alive
He is quickly forgotten once he is dead.