Film
Going beyond the wonders of my wildest fantasies
I skate and somber over the windmills of Mr. Protagonist
Endeavoring with Don Quixote in his quest
Riding the Trojan horse of my sordid nest
There was a great divide; a pigeon hole of solitude
as I lie on its opposite end
There is nothing to cross, nothing to gain
But a line so thick, that the most powerful strike of Mr. Quixote
turns into pin needles, just embedded into cushions
Mr. Protagonist swings his windmills from side to side
watching in awe and yonder of the skaters around him
clueless of the lengths they do to destroy that barrier
increasing his egotistic fantasies, forgoing the realities
pondering on his so called means of existence
I looked at him in the eye, tried to uncover his essence
fighting my way through that black hole
inching my skates til the blades wear out
I sat back, polished my horse and payed a dollar and fifty
with my wallet in towe
Rain
Rain, its fearless drops pouring and clinging to my ear for the past few days. It seems so depressing yet peaceful. It may cause suffering, no class dates and whatever things with various effects depending on the class, the race and the character of each person. Like every person, each rainfall is different. Some can be condensing or irritating. Some are happy drops, signs of the fruitfulness of this world.
Every occasion adds a different feel. The chilliness wraps around the body, giving it warmth and accompanying it in an uncomfortable humid environment. It changes the whole aura of the place for just little precious time where history is created. The drops are sweats bound with tears of hard work of the spirits, mother nature and all the sorrows of the world. Encompassing every element and allowing one to breathe and see suffering turn into something destructive yet beautiful. With each drop, a unit of dirt is washed and carried to some place where it deserves to rest peacefully, leaving a clean slate for new dirt to sleep. It’s not easy to dry these tears, while trying to delve on the root of the problem.
Technology tried to grab its arms and control the power of rain; however, some things are to be untouched. They are too powerful to overcome. As the skies start to darken and turn into a warm grayish tone often associated with the bitter cold. That gray itself is a nature’s sign of defiance that it will never let anyone take the governance of its own will. It will never let anyone stop its tears from shattering, its winds from touching, releasing all its wrath to scream on every evil that man has done. Rain is nature’s coup d’ e tat. It is her cry for justice which she never got, showing her true self for every drop fallen…
Whatever sadness the rain tries to bring in, it can’t help but bring joys to many, bringing joys to those who appreciate a revelation of one’s true self. It’s an uncommon sight that a person skins herself to her bone to be seen of what she truly is. Rain itself strips everything to its bear bones and weaknesses. Every drop is an eye of truth to everything that the soul bears, its vulnerability and innocence, often abused.
Sad as rain is, delight it brings. After a showing of emotion, a warm hug envelops the environment. A new effort to bring back some of the old and build a new. The drops cling on for dear life in each shingle and leaf as they look back on the changes they’ve done. Fulfilled, they wait again for their master’s call……
Lost
The Moon lures itself to me
as Father Time sweeps by
as the stars listen to his word
I’m on a stand still
gaining the power to fly
the Darkness encourages me
lending me its temporary triumphs
before the Sun employs its goodness within
I try to be kind, a willing slave of the heavens
but the Moon shines brighter by the dark and empty sky
I realized I have fallen for good…
House on Stilts
Forbidden. Elegant.
it stands by its own hind lends
pouncing for every heartbeat that it hears
it strides to fill its walls
giving the waves underneath the chills
they hold still
try to keep their curls from unraveling
its strives to open its windows
the silver intricacy welcoming everything
giving the wind an opportunity to talk
whispering its darkest secrets
leaving the shore
engraving each piece to their bones
only the broken feet would keep them
on their own…
Lilies and Me
why is it such a huge step
when I have to speak out
what I’ve been thinking of
who I want to be
where I choose to be
whenever I look at lilies
sordidly reminding me
whatever I’ve become
whoever I have hurt
wherever I was
I remembered this day
I peeked forward the horizon
holding those same lilies
I remained a nobody
an illusion of the past
held in my own prison soul…
Snow Globe
the lips are tied forever
sealed whatever secrets it holds
Hands embraced with knotted ropes
my head rested upon your feet
eyes stuck through time
frozen still always to be and forevermore
fingers lashed in eternal embrace…
As snow fell, everything remained the same
not a shake nor stir disturbed the bliss
blank thoughts just blanketed over
a horizon of warmth is at reach
never mind other noises
it’s just the entities colliding that matters
everything went with it in harmoniously
How I wish this would be real…..
Elevated Sunrise
Rays flared upon at me
my eyes widened in awe
never such light have touched
luring me out of my reality
I come closer and closer
trying to touch the swords of fire
my hands reaching far beyond
it burned, slashes appear
my body engulfed in flames
feet above the ground
my hands stayed the same
touching the earth, hugging it
I closed my eyes to feel
returning back to reality
my hands, marked
by what happened that faithful day
The Sea..
I make a declaration in front of you
I love you, I love you, I love you
no mere mortal would not hear this plea I know
I love you until I run out of breath
I love you until I see the heavens of death
I love you until the world turns back
I love you even if you turn your back
Glancing the warmth of your walk
the coldness of your stare
I don’t give a damn
the sight of your breath
smashing your waves of life
enough to breathe and keep me alive
I wouldn’t get mad if I drown
I wouldn’t feel bitter of your salt
Your waves, carrying me away
give me the peace to gaze in empty sleep
I hold your hand only to be released
I hold your hand only to be numb
your intensity was too much to bear
your eyes too far from reach
yet glare at each forever still
how I want to caress you
and grasp you with my whole strength
your strength with mine
only the sky separates us
one day….in my heart
everything will float in place
Taken
through the eyes in front of me
unspoken words walked to my ear
I hear nothing yet
“I love you” I replied
still it stayed in front of me
slowly drifting away
“I love you” I screamed
until it went out of sight
apples