Fireflies so playful at dusk
On a starless moonlight night
Flickering, slowly edging beside
Coming straight, flying steadily
Flapping, circling, quietly buzzing
Straight into the ears and into the eyes
Night dimly lit in darkness
Light in a flash so fast so brisk
Quick, sudden as in a second, a trick
No time to react or to quickly adjust
Only a mere fleeting glimpse just a spot
Only a missing memory in minds and hearts
Full of shadows, filled with thorns
Eyes felt heavy as a heart is torn
When black clouds cast to open up
As raindrops escaped, tears began to drop
Over a shadowy ghost at the back
On a temporary spirit finding its way out
Just to be covered by the steadily falling rain
Just to vanish like a shadow and never to be seen again...
As Dionne Warwick sings of the rain in whispers, as it happened yesterday, in dreams...
The next song btw. Sad and dramatic for a change. But why not? After all, life is laughter and life is sad sometimes... until the sun will rise again... until that light will come again... to bring in each of us... that honey sweet smile and that missed lost laughter...of the past :)
This poem if I can call this thing that is really funny to me, laughs. Just the words do not jibe and that my phrases do not compliment each other, but who cares anyway and who's reading? Just only me to be exact, so who cares? for I sure don't :> not at this moment that is, maybe later, but that is a big maybe as well, laughs. Oh well. Now this reminds me of my favorite blogger. He said that you might get insane talking to your self alone although it's a great mind exercise if you think about it. To keep Alzheimer's at bay for awhile, but really it is a source of laughter for me, laughing at my very own self, really. And this is not good, but again is that so? and why is that if it is, hmn :) make me think to come up with a valid explanation that I can sell, meaning someone even only one will agree with me, but again if no one, do you think I care? Now you've guessed it right for I don't :> and who are you making a guess anyhow? my shadow? hmn, laughs... oh well. I'm just bored I guess.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Forgive and Forget
You've dumped us down the mud, insulted us
You've smeared us bitterly with untruths and drank our blood
Words filled with rebuke, your tongue lashed out without any proofs
With ropes like wicked words strung together useless no good
Enemies you labeled us to be, your deep adversaries
Your mind possessed like hell, that only unkind words reigned
Like bull you charged creating dark scenarios in your head
Untrue all lies, you've let your psychotic self believed.
Too late now, you've shown the world what you are inside
Let's hope not all will buy your creations that's all but lies
Although you've hurt us, be happy for you've found
People who knew God, so it's easy for us to pass
A means to give Him thanks, to what He'd done for us
To forgive you and to let go, into our hearts it brings a smile
For God is kind, whose love always wins overtime
Forgive, forget but learn that these are important lessons of life...
You've smeared us bitterly with untruths and drank our blood
Words filled with rebuke, your tongue lashed out without any proofs
With ropes like wicked words strung together useless no good
Enemies you labeled us to be, your deep adversaries
Your mind possessed like hell, that only unkind words reigned
Like bull you charged creating dark scenarios in your head
Untrue all lies, you've let your psychotic self believed.
Too late now, you've shown the world what you are inside
Let's hope not all will buy your creations that's all but lies
Although you've hurt us, be happy for you've found
People who knew God, so it's easy for us to pass
A means to give Him thanks, to what He'd done for us
To forgive you and to let go, into our hearts it brings a smile
For God is kind, whose love always wins overtime
Forgive, forget but learn that these are important lessons of life...
***
Very serious poem but why am I laughing, terrible! hmn...I better stop for I might be considered to be moronic :> Oh well. Like high and low, cold and warm, happy and sad :) but how about alive and dead? that my friend would be impossible, laughs.
In that Cold Playground
The gate opened with the usual rickety click
In procession are cars following a hearst so dimly lit
Inside lay a body cold, breathless, lifeless and stiff
At peace without suffering now as it reached death
Cars of friends, relatives, love ones moving slowly at a lazy pace
The deafening silence of everyone is deep without pretense
With tears held back and with heavy shoulders drawn
As if no one wants to be near here on their own
Gathered in close proximity in a cloud filled day
As raindrops start to fall at the beginning of the ceremony
You can hear silent sobs as it gets to be louder
As they bid their goodbyes to a dear lost father
The wooden casket was heavy and wide
The hands that held it were full of warmth but tired
Slowly they lowered it to that hole underground
Down under six feet where that wooden casket stopped
The final home for a body that's flat, burnt out
The forever resting place of a life worn out
That cold playground where no one is around
Where only absence, emptiness and silence abound...
In procession are cars following a hearst so dimly lit
Inside lay a body cold, breathless, lifeless and stiff
At peace without suffering now as it reached death
Cars of friends, relatives, love ones moving slowly at a lazy pace
The deafening silence of everyone is deep without pretense
With tears held back and with heavy shoulders drawn
As if no one wants to be near here on their own
Gathered in close proximity in a cloud filled day
As raindrops start to fall at the beginning of the ceremony
You can hear silent sobs as it gets to be louder
As they bid their goodbyes to a dear lost father
The wooden casket was heavy and wide
The hands that held it were full of warmth but tired
Slowly they lowered it to that hole underground
Down under six feet where that wooden casket stopped
The final home for a body that's flat, burnt out
The forever resting place of a life worn out
That cold playground where no one is around
Where only absence, emptiness and silence abound...
The Pitfall of Politics
Would you like to be filthy rich, enter politics
Contracts here, downward undercover deals
You name it, riches lots of it can be made
Projects with special names exist
Inflated costs of materials, neat
Pocket the bribe, all that green
It's easy to be lost in grace
If the sting of politics will hit
You eyes, you mind will bleed
So much opportunity to be caught
So much chance for Satan to gloat
To snag you of his tentacles so close
If you are weak and full of greed
If your heart is dark and filled with hate
Then you've dug your very own grave
For your life on earth is timed
Would it be better to live divine
So that in God's eyes you'll forever shine
That He can call you as His own
For you've lived your life adorned
With goodness full of glory and with high honor...
Contracts here, downward undercover deals
You name it, riches lots of it can be made
Projects with special names exist
Inflated costs of materials, neat
Pocket the bribe, all that green
It's easy to be lost in grace
If the sting of politics will hit
You eyes, you mind will bleed
So much opportunity to be caught
So much chance for Satan to gloat
To snag you of his tentacles so close
If you are weak and full of greed
If your heart is dark and filled with hate
Then you've dug your very own grave
For your life on earth is timed
Would it be better to live divine
So that in God's eyes you'll forever shine
That He can call you as His own
For you've lived your life adorned
With goodness full of glory and with high honor...
Friday, September 21, 2007
In Excellence We Thrive
We are numbered, classified
We are given so much task
By our own selves by our minds
To be the best in our lives
-
Long hours dreadful days
We can't sleep nor take a breathe
We worry and we fret
We want proof, we're the best
-
So in contests we enter
Beauty pageants or so far and near
We've strive to be better
Starting when we're little
-
Little ribbons with so much color
Diplomas with special notations
In indelible ink neatly inscribed
Telling you're the best in class
-
Then you grew up just like that
With beauty contest or so arrived
Awards of this and that
And comes that Pulitzer Prize
-
All over the world you're known
You're beloved and have won
All that kudos, admiration
Of fellows of all nations
-
Now what's next in your life
Will you be kind now or not
Will you use your fame, award
As a tool to belittle or mock
-
Or will you be humbled by it
Helping, loving your fellowmen instead
That when your time comes to leave
True admiration of you will heed
-
God will say you did well
You weren't twisted as hell
You became an icon, a saint
Like Mother Theresa, a nun par excellence...
***
And she was a recipient of a Pulitzer Prize like Martin Luther King Jr. and all others :) The best in all discipline are recognized here that even our former Pres. Bill Clinton wants one, and a Nobel Peace Prize too, if I remembered right :) Hope he gets it in the future, for he's very deserving in spite of the hanky pankies, laughs. My own opinion for I'm a beneficiary, a recipient of his kind act. The 'Family Leave Act' was instituted in his time in office, helping families like me with a special child to get time off from work and not lose our job :> Real kudos to him that I love him sooo much for it. Now that is some kind of an award to a person that God will take note and will recognize... don't you think?
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And yeah I forgot to mention, pardon my elementary poems here if you pls., not an award winning material... but that's what you'll ever get in this blog anyway, laughs. Nobody promised you a rose garden here, in poems that is... so, may I pls. suggest that you look elsewhere if good poems are what's in your mind, alrightee? :> and sorry to disappoint you, btw. Oh well, really.
We are given so much task
By our own selves by our minds
To be the best in our lives
-
Long hours dreadful days
We can't sleep nor take a breathe
We worry and we fret
We want proof, we're the best
-
So in contests we enter
Beauty pageants or so far and near
We've strive to be better
Starting when we're little
-
Little ribbons with so much color
Diplomas with special notations
In indelible ink neatly inscribed
Telling you're the best in class
-
Then you grew up just like that
With beauty contest or so arrived
Awards of this and that
And comes that Pulitzer Prize
-
All over the world you're known
You're beloved and have won
All that kudos, admiration
Of fellows of all nations
-
Now what's next in your life
Will you be kind now or not
Will you use your fame, award
As a tool to belittle or mock
-
Or will you be humbled by it
Helping, loving your fellowmen instead
That when your time comes to leave
True admiration of you will heed
-
God will say you did well
You weren't twisted as hell
You became an icon, a saint
Like Mother Theresa, a nun par excellence...
***
And she was a recipient of a Pulitzer Prize like Martin Luther King Jr. and all others :) The best in all discipline are recognized here that even our former Pres. Bill Clinton wants one, and a Nobel Peace Prize too, if I remembered right :) Hope he gets it in the future, for he's very deserving in spite of the hanky pankies, laughs. My own opinion for I'm a beneficiary, a recipient of his kind act. The 'Family Leave Act' was instituted in his time in office, helping families like me with a special child to get time off from work and not lose our job :> Real kudos to him that I love him sooo much for it. Now that is some kind of an award to a person that God will take note and will recognize... don't you think?
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And yeah I forgot to mention, pardon my elementary poems here if you pls., not an award winning material... but that's what you'll ever get in this blog anyway, laughs. Nobody promised you a rose garden here, in poems that is... so, may I pls. suggest that you look elsewhere if good poems are what's in your mind, alrightee? :> and sorry to disappoint you, btw. Oh well, really.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The View in my Window Sill
Just woke up after a night's sound sleep
Jump out of bed with hands in my eyes and head
Blinded by the warm daylight, the sun's rays
Beaming brightly sipping through the curtains
Leaves sway gently in stems of my Sycamore tree
Tall, sturdy all filled with greenery
A soothing warm umbrella to the weary
Whose eyes so drenched, tired and weepy
Fall's fresh air blowing soft, caressing a pale face
Cold, tingly but a welcome change
With heart awakened and ready
To face another problem of this God given day
Suddenly my attention shifted to the edge
Playful birds chirping and dancing on top of the hedge
Ran to my room and grabbed my lens
My camera ready to capture this magic moment
But gone are they in a flash
As I steadied my hands to shot, to catch
Dismayed, sad of this lost chance
To capture a picture dear to my heart
Of small brown winged birds chirping in a group
Seemingly dancing hushed in a hoop
With beaks so prominently semi-looped
With heads so little, merrily moving, boldly cute... :)
Jump out of bed with hands in my eyes and head
Blinded by the warm daylight, the sun's rays
Beaming brightly sipping through the curtains
Leaves sway gently in stems of my Sycamore tree
Tall, sturdy all filled with greenery
A soothing warm umbrella to the weary
Whose eyes so drenched, tired and weepy
Fall's fresh air blowing soft, caressing a pale face
Cold, tingly but a welcome change
With heart awakened and ready
To face another problem of this God given day
Suddenly my attention shifted to the edge
Playful birds chirping and dancing on top of the hedge
Ran to my room and grabbed my lens
My camera ready to capture this magic moment
But gone are they in a flash
As I steadied my hands to shot, to catch
Dismayed, sad of this lost chance
To capture a picture dear to my heart
Of small brown winged birds chirping in a group
Seemingly dancing hushed in a hoop
With beaks so prominently semi-looped
With heads so little, merrily moving, boldly cute... :)
When the "Red" color means... "Stop"
Colors are being used as signals, signs and symbols. Like the color pink which mostly means love and the symbol of a female newborn infant. Red means life to me for it's the color of blood. But the one that I love most about this color is the ruby red color tinged of my birth stone. I'm impartial at times, you know :)Now the thing that is very helpful when it comes to the color red is the traffic signal lights. Red means Stop and so it's a very helpful tool for you, for me and to all. Imagine the catasthropic outcome if there is no color that is red :> But red is also a sign to halt and to end something. A special request, in the color language, that is. Let's see if it could be heard err rather deciphered and decoded, laughs. Are we listening? or to be more specific, are we paying attention to the red color or just simply looking? So go figure :> taken, 7-24-'07
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Passion Hotel
Low lit verandas musky and gray
Flowers of passion adorn each balcony
Soaking penetrating nostrils, this scents of love
Forbidden but strong hiding in lust
Rooms of desolation and burning love
Corners of flame engaged unabashed
Society's outcast, thrashed not liked
Two hearts in sin, in love entertwined
Mistresses, lovers all are the same
Hiding unaccepted and all to blame
Destroying households and marriages
Oh what a place no one dares to be in
Except these people of course who are lovers in sin...
Laughs, what a sad poem. But really it happens all the time in life. Two presidents that I knew of were rumored? or the truth? to be engaged in this hush, hush "hanky pankies" :) Now ladies and gents that is from my beloved Bob Barker's description of such scarlet acts :> We are all just but humans after all. Mercy and understanding should be from us and besides it's their own lives not ours and who are we to judge. Only God does that :)
Flowers of passion adorn each balcony
Soaking penetrating nostrils, this scents of love
Forbidden but strong hiding in lust
Rooms of desolation and burning love
Corners of flame engaged unabashed
Society's outcast, thrashed not liked
Two hearts in sin, in love entertwined
Mistresses, lovers all are the same
Hiding unaccepted and all to blame
Destroying households and marriages
Oh what a place no one dares to be in
Except these people of course who are lovers in sin...
Laughs, what a sad poem. But really it happens all the time in life. Two presidents that I knew of were rumored? or the truth? to be engaged in this hush, hush "hanky pankies" :) Now ladies and gents that is from my beloved Bob Barker's description of such scarlet acts :> We are all just but humans after all. Mercy and understanding should be from us and besides it's their own lives not ours and who are we to judge. Only God does that :)
Without the Sun and the Moon
Hell will break loose, what do you expect
Without the light and that shimmering shine
Darkness abounds and sad hearts will pound
Armageddon, the Apocalypse will be at hand
Dear love ones of this universe
Do you want it like this
Your mothers, wives and daughters
Will suffer and taste this bitterness
Their blood boils and bursts then blots
That drips and paints this land of ours
That red scarlet? like color that ravishes lives
When out in our bodies and left to dry
Citizens now pause and think well
You don't want Armageddon to prevail
Without the sun, the moon and the stars
Life on earth will be worrisome a nightmare bares none...
Without the light and that shimmering shine
Darkness abounds and sad hearts will pound
Armageddon, the Apocalypse will be at hand
Dear love ones of this universe
Do you want it like this
Your mothers, wives and daughters
Will suffer and taste this bitterness
Their blood boils and bursts then blots
That drips and paints this land of ours
That red scarlet? like color that ravishes lives
When out in our bodies and left to dry
Citizens now pause and think well
You don't want Armageddon to prevail
Without the sun, the moon and the stars
Life on earth will be worrisome a nightmare bares none...
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Just a cyberspace stranger
With a click of a mouse we've met
Just a tap of that keyboard, very neat
We see, we feel, we measure, we calculate
We think, we breath, we bare our souls to rest
Did I total you just right
Did my impression of you jibe
Or just a disappointment, a farce
And mere illusions in my mind
Don't judge me as I look
For that is only the outer truth
Measure me as I treat you
For that is the real me, it's true
Did my mouth blabber out
Did foul words came out on the dot
With mincing words, very unkind
Out, our true selves for all to find
A friend will say hi with a smile
An enemy will highly criticize
A relative will forget all the bad
But a love one will accept us just the way we are... :)
Nice poem :) and that is not self sucking, laughs. Just carrying one's chair, oh well :) Pardon again pls., but really to please the ONE up there should be the main preoccupation of our lives, not to kiss or stroke anyone's feathers, undeserving or otherwise they maybe. We just recognize their God given talent but not to the point that they're obliged to return that favor or acknowledge us back, beyond that simple thank you pleasantress. For more than that is suspect. Remember, the best things in life are free... the air, the flowers, the sun and the sea and true friends of course :> and that's right on target... :) and don't forget that love and respect for our fellowman too... (^_~)... they come free and can't be bought by money and worth more than gold...
So there ladies and gents, that is a straight forward not that twitchy kind of a hit for the nothing but the truth kind of a story that you can only read or get in this blog. Again, only the truth and nothing but the truth. No made up stories for the buck, that green paper thing that is making one alive, laughs... Bec. after all we live in the real world here not in some kind of an unkind universe somewhere out there :> that you'll definitely need that special skill to dodge dicey words thrown at you that is, imagined or real. For you need to cover everything you know, laughs. :)
Just a tap of that keyboard, very neat
We see, we feel, we measure, we calculate
We think, we breath, we bare our souls to rest
Did I total you just right
Did my impression of you jibe
Or just a disappointment, a farce
And mere illusions in my mind
Don't judge me as I look
For that is only the outer truth
Measure me as I treat you
For that is the real me, it's true
Did my mouth blabber out
Did foul words came out on the dot
With mincing words, very unkind
Out, our true selves for all to find
A friend will say hi with a smile
An enemy will highly criticize
A relative will forget all the bad
But a love one will accept us just the way we are... :)
Nice poem :) and that is not self sucking, laughs. Just carrying one's chair, oh well :) Pardon again pls., but really to please the ONE up there should be the main preoccupation of our lives, not to kiss or stroke anyone's feathers, undeserving or otherwise they maybe. We just recognize their God given talent but not to the point that they're obliged to return that favor or acknowledge us back, beyond that simple thank you pleasantress. For more than that is suspect. Remember, the best things in life are free... the air, the flowers, the sun and the sea and true friends of course :> and that's right on target... :) and don't forget that love and respect for our fellowman too... (^_~)... they come free and can't be bought by money and worth more than gold...
So there ladies and gents, that is a straight forward not that twitchy kind of a hit for the nothing but the truth kind of a story that you can only read or get in this blog. Again, only the truth and nothing but the truth. No made up stories for the buck, that green paper thing that is making one alive, laughs... Bec. after all we live in the real world here not in some kind of an unkind universe somewhere out there :> that you'll definitely need that special skill to dodge dicey words thrown at you that is, imagined or real. For you need to cover everything you know, laughs. :)
An unforgettable Pink Rose
Salamat sa pagbisita :) I love you all! And yes, we all are circling, hmn, or twisting? in this true, existing cyberspace universe... strangers, relatives, friends and what nots, lovers or sweethearts we're all intertwined, like it or not... for fun or otherwise and for reasons as absurd as this and that :> but in spite of it all that we hardly knew each other, hope we can find a space or a room for love in our hearts for you, for them and for me. For then and only then we can savor the true and exact meaning of this song that is being played on the air. "You belong to my heart" by Newell Oler in piano... and thanks for cameras, without them this rose will just be a memory, without a mark of a remembrance... in picture, that is. I'm glad :)
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Enlightened
Visions of you came in a dream
On that clear path on a white laced lane
Sun rays popped out over dark covered clouds
Lighting up doldrums in very sad hearts
Compassion abounds in heads that's warm
Just to take out and shun those bad ones
Berate all you want loud as can be
No one hears it for it's tough and melancholy
Tho' I've never meet you deep in my heart
Who's on my side, thank you very much
You made my day, you made me smile
You made me sing a song, I can cry
For your kind hearts and for your support
For your encouragement that's through the roof
Millions of words millions of thanks
Not enough to tell you that I'm very glad
Goddess of beauty so pure, so bright
Spring us those thoughts that bring delight
Cleanse our gardens with wild weeds and bugs
Sprinkle it with magic and scents of sweet love...
Hmn, my very simple elementary poems here are really very very different from those entries in some poetry writing contest, I noticed :) Really, I just let all my sentences rhyme as much as I can as you can tell, laughs. Tsk! I need workshops and more of it, I think, oh well... and I'd like to wear sandals in them like I'm in a sandy beach for more kicking inspiration. With that 'p' shape sandals for I'm really in search for poems, not sea shells you know, laughs. So what do you think? :> Gosh! very funny, but really not, for I'm truly serious about poetry writing and my only exposure to it that I can remember is when Jackie Onassis died. There was this touching poem by her live in partner err long time love being read by him in her funeral rites for all the world to hear. Although it sounded strange to me it was definitely a sad poem. Short, sweet and sad, yeah that's what it was. Now I wonder if there was that word 'soul' in that poem :) for I can't remember but maybe there was for Jackie was truly a sweet, beloved departed soul... sad that she died just only on her sixties if I remembered right...quite early to die for she could have lived past her eighties and that is a whooping 20 years more... cancer robbed all of that years...from her...and her love ones too...
On that clear path on a white laced lane
Sun rays popped out over dark covered clouds
Lighting up doldrums in very sad hearts
Compassion abounds in heads that's warm
Just to take out and shun those bad ones
Berate all you want loud as can be
No one hears it for it's tough and melancholy
Tho' I've never meet you deep in my heart
Who's on my side, thank you very much
You made my day, you made me smile
You made me sing a song, I can cry
For your kind hearts and for your support
For your encouragement that's through the roof
Millions of words millions of thanks
Not enough to tell you that I'm very glad
Goddess of beauty so pure, so bright
Spring us those thoughts that bring delight
Cleanse our gardens with wild weeds and bugs
Sprinkle it with magic and scents of sweet love...
Hmn, my very simple elementary poems here are really very very different from those entries in some poetry writing contest, I noticed :) Really, I just let all my sentences rhyme as much as I can as you can tell, laughs. Tsk! I need workshops and more of it, I think, oh well... and I'd like to wear sandals in them like I'm in a sandy beach for more kicking inspiration. With that 'p' shape sandals for I'm really in search for poems, not sea shells you know, laughs. So what do you think? :> Gosh! very funny, but really not, for I'm truly serious about poetry writing and my only exposure to it that I can remember is when Jackie Onassis died. There was this touching poem by her live in partner err long time love being read by him in her funeral rites for all the world to hear. Although it sounded strange to me it was definitely a sad poem. Short, sweet and sad, yeah that's what it was. Now I wonder if there was that word 'soul' in that poem :) for I can't remember but maybe there was for Jackie was truly a sweet, beloved departed soul... sad that she died just only on her sixties if I remembered right...quite early to die for she could have lived past her eighties and that is a whooping 20 years more... cancer robbed all of that years...from her...and her love ones too...
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Sad Plight
All but a game without a name
All but a farce a false and a frame
All are not real only flying in the air
Only to be ignored and only to be drained
Friends beware in your earthly travels
People like these reside in this universe
All claims of fame, glories and laurels
Are just not true deserving to be erased
Ladies and gents forgive the grammar
Of this old maid with lots of apartments to watch
Moving from door to door, all that doormats
Riding in a taxi that's all I can catch
With little spare cash that my wallet has
I have to make a do with all of that
But may I say that I did not splash
In torture chambers with my fellow man
Instead, I cleaned, I baked, I washed
Instead, I cooked, I did groceries, I bathed
I sweat, I cried, I served and sacrificed
In that big house that my master have
May I ask did you do that as well
Or your intelligence just failed
You've used it to belittle thine
Us servants who are just living divine
No ribbons, nor awards for us
No programs nor such rewards
To be appreciated on what we did
But instead you've stepped on us again
What kind of a person are you
Looking down stepping a person who's through
Down that bottom stairs of life we are
Still you belittle, you dumped us down
God may gracefully serve us well
In exchange of this suffering trail
In humility we submit our hands
In honesty and integrity we commit our lives...
Tsk! what a poem, too emotional for me, laughs. Oh well. But really, we are just actors in a game, we all serve in different ways, and the best part is we are all just a piece of dust you and me and that we will all die or depart this earth someday, masters or servants, writers or maids :> so no winners here for you and me can't rule this universe, only in your dreams. God is the ONE, the true ruler of this UNIVERSE alright? and you are a FAKE :> Sorry! and pls. wake up to this truth or it's really up to you if you'd like to live in a LIE for I don't and I won't and that's for sure, laughs. Oh well...so pls. pardon again if you may...
All but a farce a false and a frame
All are not real only flying in the air
Only to be ignored and only to be drained
Friends beware in your earthly travels
People like these reside in this universe
All claims of fame, glories and laurels
Are just not true deserving to be erased
Ladies and gents forgive the grammar
Of this old maid with lots of apartments to watch
Moving from door to door, all that doormats
Riding in a taxi that's all I can catch
With little spare cash that my wallet has
I have to make a do with all of that
But may I say that I did not splash
In torture chambers with my fellow man
Instead, I cleaned, I baked, I washed
Instead, I cooked, I did groceries, I bathed
I sweat, I cried, I served and sacrificed
In that big house that my master have
May I ask did you do that as well
Or your intelligence just failed
You've used it to belittle thine
Us servants who are just living divine
No ribbons, nor awards for us
No programs nor such rewards
To be appreciated on what we did
But instead you've stepped on us again
What kind of a person are you
Looking down stepping a person who's through
Down that bottom stairs of life we are
Still you belittle, you dumped us down
God may gracefully serve us well
In exchange of this suffering trail
In humility we submit our hands
In honesty and integrity we commit our lives...
Tsk! what a poem, too emotional for me, laughs. Oh well. But really, we are just actors in a game, we all serve in different ways, and the best part is we are all just a piece of dust you and me and that we will all die or depart this earth someday, masters or servants, writers or maids :> so no winners here for you and me can't rule this universe, only in your dreams. God is the ONE, the true ruler of this UNIVERSE alright? and you are a FAKE :> Sorry! and pls. wake up to this truth or it's really up to you if you'd like to live in a LIE for I don't and I won't and that's for sure, laughs. Oh well...so pls. pardon again if you may...
Friday, September 7, 2007
In the USERS' Kingdom
I'll use you, you'll use me
I'll write about you constantly
I'll pretend you'll like me
Just you are 'that' to me
We'll travel far and wide
In these pens on the tap
In that keyboards we have
Full of fun but all lies
Do I love you, sure I do
Do you love me, hmn, don't know
For in that stroke of that hand
Words are just that, in our minds
What a fun for awhile
But of course it's just canned
That are rotten and banned
For there's no truth at hand
You and me are just pros
In this make believe world of whose
There's no winner nor home runs
Again for it's all in our minds
No action to follow
No proof to show you
For just a steal not real
That we exist in this sphere
So I'd say goodbye if I may
For fake games are unbrainy
I'll look for ones that'll truly
Play with me in that realistic way :>
Simple poem in 3 min. laughs. Oh well....Hope you like it :) and btw, no food was converted that jumped into my plate in this case, okidoki? now, how about you?
I'll write about you constantly
I'll pretend you'll like me
Just you are 'that' to me
We'll travel far and wide
In these pens on the tap
In that keyboards we have
Full of fun but all lies
Do I love you, sure I do
Do you love me, hmn, don't know
For in that stroke of that hand
Words are just that, in our minds
What a fun for awhile
But of course it's just canned
That are rotten and banned
For there's no truth at hand
You and me are just pros
In this make believe world of whose
There's no winner nor home runs
Again for it's all in our minds
No action to follow
No proof to show you
For just a steal not real
That we exist in this sphere
So I'd say goodbye if I may
For fake games are unbrainy
I'll look for ones that'll truly
Play with me in that realistic way :>
Simple poem in 3 min. laughs. Oh well....Hope you like it :) and btw, no food was converted that jumped into my plate in this case, okidoki? now, how about you?
When Games are being Played
Flashing games are diversions for the mind
For the weary red, and the pink tired child
It brings considerable boost or high
To spirits who are already down that cried
All has an ending even games
In life, death will follow as it's always is
Why can't it be forever be played
Especially those games, our favorites
But games that are sinister and sad
Only a psychotic few wants that
As a continuation of their current life
Of grief, sadness and full of strife
Help should be on the way
For these souls who've gone astray
Before their lives are totally sold
To the devil, the demon, its source
Give a love and care to lonely ones
Time spent is productive as the sun
That fire that lights a life without fun
A star that warms hearts as it sparks and shines...
For the weary red, and the pink tired child
It brings considerable boost or high
To spirits who are already down that cried
All has an ending even games
In life, death will follow as it's always is
Why can't it be forever be played
Especially those games, our favorites
But games that are sinister and sad
Only a psychotic few wants that
As a continuation of their current life
Of grief, sadness and full of strife
Help should be on the way
For these souls who've gone astray
Before their lives are totally sold
To the devil, the demon, its source
Give a love and care to lonely ones
Time spent is productive as the sun
That fire that lights a life without fun
A star that warms hearts as it sparks and shines...
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
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