Eerie

I’m happy and sad,
Contented and discontented
I’m enjoying and a li’l bit boredI
’m buoyant and very angry
I’m worry and sorry
Feel stalwart yet intimidated
I’m moody and excited
Restless and helpless
I’m frightened and delighted
Hopeful and hopeless
I’m sleepy and active
Stupid and indecisive

All this happens at time
Never at the same time
But still occur two or more at a time
Hope it wont drive you crazy
Coz the poet is indeed freaky

Butterflies

Many are in the prairie
Some are in the village merrily
Oh how graceful, oh how ethereal
Thy tiny wings moving slowly
Come take my burden with you
Soar it up high with the dark clouds
My fears, my sorrows, as well as my doubts
I know with you, i can get this through
Fly! spread your wings
Join me as i fly with my dreams
No direction, no clues, no light
Confident i am still coz i am with you
If only i could be a butterfly
Even just for a short while
Surely, i will...so let me be one for you

Traveller

My thought wanders…
To the desert land of the Sphynx
Down to the deepest ocean in Asia
Flying freely in Antarctica and the place of the Wright

My mind flies…
With the holy cows and the untouchables of India
Then to the amazing museum of Louvre in France
In thy happy corridors in Tokyo University

My mind goes further…
In the tranquil land of Iraq
Then to the “Holy Land”
Down to the Dead Sea that is actually a lake

My thought enjoys soaring…
Backward with the blue birds and seagulls
To the hometown of Plato, Socrates, and other great men
Then it goes east, specifically in Alaska
My mind gets exhausted: it went back to the Pearl of Orient Sea.

Outside the Train

The hazy and salmon clouds afloat
With flying mountains and freely dancing trees
She, who stares outside with golden cloth,
Has a magnificent flare face as that of Goddess in Greece

The vision of nature depicts her situation
Comfortably sitting with endless thinking
Of decision beyond her imagination
Now she’s free like a bird that’s flying.

As train leaves its trail
That countless tsug-tsug that made her blankly stares
On the river, she saw her male that sails but there’s a gale
Almost astray, kneeling and pleading; sober.

All I have is a Hanky and my Mom’s Memoirs

I got a hanky in my pocket
Of my old trousers, more precious than a golden locket
This sweet square cloth with embroidered flower
A present I received from my lovely mother
It was raining hard the October night, twas my birthday
She was in her bedroom; I knelt down and prayed
Her eyes were close, mine were dry
Beside her bed, to quell the river I did not try
The silent hour slipped so fast
The private heater preserves her heart on Earth abrupt
She slowly opened her frozen eyes
And caressed me with my granny’s hanky; truly it mesmerized
That loving touch refreshed my inner soul
A solitary life before till she acquire the divine role
Her hand slowly slid down from my face to the bed
Again, her blue eyes were close but now she’s dead

In Ilang-Ilang St.

Memories still linger
Of great friendship and predicaments
Way back in ilang-ilang st.
Amidst youthful attitudes of fun and gaiety

Time to be stalwart
To survive the race that’s once thwart
Single instant deserves an eagle
Unknowingly soaring, achieving dreams

Leaves of autumn continue to rustle
Taken by wind to nowhere
Here and there, chirps of birds reverberate
Composing air’s melody that makes trees kneel

Unseen footsteps on the ground
Come, cradle that anguish minds
Blossom that lilacs and violets
Change the season to dust
Until it’s your last

Wonders of Love

Being in love is a heaven and hell
An alluring feeling no one can exactly tell
Especially when it is unfathomable and both of you are aware
Like hovering in the silent murmur after a nightmare
With passion sets on fire, as cold as ice
Your glowing visage, showing no lies
Like a clandestine that’s kept for hundred of years
Somehow sets us free and melts our tears and fears
But don’t get astray when you fall in love
Be stalwart, divine and pure like a dove
For it has a dual face that might pull you down
In the verge of joy: Don’t let yourself be drowned.

Sentiments

Shh…
Get me, Please!
Please get me…
Common, free me here in my jail
I’m pleading you with my bended knee
I’m not for sale, just unscrew my nail

It’s so sad to be here, so sad
Wishing only a compassionate touch of your broad palm
And rigid fingers
Murmuring to angels: “No, not by a cad!”

Unusual Heartbeat

My heart beats the usual way
Behind my acrimony, i would say
While on the apex of the highesty virtue
A sin penned in his statute
Throdden glory of thousand miles, for just an hour
His presnce i have reached by far
Whims and dreams soon become dust
A vague soul that had gone so fast
That sweet gentle touch, it carress my heart
In travelling, i should be very smart
Not to be fallen in the deep crevices of desert's oasis
Or be lost in the world with thousand mazes
My heart intoned with songs upon its breadth
Come here, my love, and hear its weird beat

No Farewells

Sometimes in our lives
We meet friends, true friends
Friends who can go on thru the years
Whatever tomorrow brings,
You know there's someone to call on
They’re the people who are always ready to lend a hand
Those people who wipe our tears away
Those people who make us even happier

But what are we gonna do
When the time comes that we have to go
That you have to part ways
Yeah, i know it hurts
your companion in every gimmick

your kilig-mate every time a cute guy passes by
your textmates till midnight
your cheatmate in every quizzes (..ssshh..) of maam and sir
your partner in every "crime" you make

Yeah! But we really have to go and part
All of us have our own journey to thread

Reminisce,reminisce,reminisce
The sole thing we can do in remembering our past together
...scanning the albums with pictures taken with them
and remembring the tressured memories we had made together

So friends, now that im still with you
I want you to know that i love you
Wherever you go
Though we are miles away, i can still be your friend...you're very bestfriend!