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Search me, oh my spirit

at the riptide on my blue veins.

I am at the end of the line

in the deep ocean I lay.

I let the undercurrent shake

my foundations of faith

moored and hidden

a wreckage-

 

beneath the sea weeds

and coral cloisters

beached with visions.

Murkier as mud clouds,

adrift in liquid abyss

disturbed my soul. I

 

an abandoned cast-away.

The once mighty crusader

sailed the troubled waters

has now dropped the anchors.

 

Weighed down, crashed,

beaten and ravaged.

I had forgotten the buoy

afloat in its hope. Angel

caught in the maelstrom

shroud in its mystery

just like a prayer.

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Tell me how I should not,

cross paths with years-

I avoided to wage wars

with you.

 

History lays the casualties.

I hungered for more but

you left me with nothing.

Instead, ransacked my feelings

used to crowd with many.

 

We exchange fires,

empty bullet shells.

Words wound like shrapnel

of the beginning to an end.

 

Courage sometimes do not reward

the martyrdom of a soldier.

Nor losing the only option

to breath beyond

the unforgiving

and survive.

 

Disarmed,

undecided

to surrender

love.

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I had a habit of putting off words,

out of fear and out of shame.

Those liberal and unorthodox thoughts

you may find offensive and tagged as madness.

I never came across, closer to mean

that I am thinking about you.

 

It’s like a hand in the glove.

Emotions I can grasp but can’t touch.

What is happening? Chains that I’m trying

to break loose. Adrift, peace that comes

to knowing that I had offered honesty

at your table to feast. I regret not

 

about the words which were locked

and hidden from my heart. Words

which are meaningless now

and will never touch your heart.

I leave it to fate to bring

the silent messages,

mute and unspoken.

I let go.

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Stare out of the window

while the sun greets you.

Smile at the beauty of the leaf

giggling at the wind’s kisses.

You can dream while you’re awake

basking at your solitary pleasure

in isolation, without discontent.

 

Your mind paints on the canvas

the memories that has flesh and bones.

You can touch them with your imagination.

And your shadow whispers at something

about being in love, with life

and the pain is fleeting. Moving

like pictures of the waves at sea,

clouds sojourning the blue sky,

and the sun bids goodnight.

 

The wine will lose its spirit.

The midnight lamp extinguishes.

The sounds will soften.

But sleep will shy away

to the oceans of many

thousand nights before

with the stars shine bright.

For another day is here

reminiscing in solitude.

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