Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Stop please!!

The wind is blowing cold
Touching me till the core,
My existence speaks of an eternity
That lies beyond my vision and hope.
The days are testing me tough, really tough
I attest this to my own experience, now
Yet despite my pain, the world goes around
I am stuck in my own rotation.

It stops or not
I know not,
But, I wish if it stops,
Not later but now
Not anywhere but here.


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Sunday, November 23, 2008

Que Sera, Sera

Ferocious nights
Wanders sleepless,
Disturbed madly
I am fighting to see light.
Though bright the day appears
Darkening clouds still looms
Hanging over with fear
With uncertain anticipation.

I know, life is simply
Whatever will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera,
But in the power almighty
My hope I still sow.

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Friday, November 21, 2008

Agitations

Belligerent rattles
Summoning my mind
With thoughts, paralyzing.
I mustered
Every bit of strength I have
Confronting, the agitation.

Ubiquitous indeed
Upheavals in life,
Even in dream
It bleeds red.

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Sunday, November 16, 2008

Winter



I thank Eric Valentine for his permission to use this picture.

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Misty Life

The mist whisks away
Everything that stays,
Embraced in its coldness
Life too enters dampness.
Lights across the street
Appears dim covered by the mist
Likewise, muddled happiness
Whine only in pain and sorrow.
Misty life camouflaged the surface
Leaving the bottom in fiery rage,
What seemingly to be white and pure
Is nothing more than fleeting mist.
Transitory wishes and desires
Mar the flow of our lives,

Within too short time to live
Must desires be the breath of existence?

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Saturday, November 15, 2008

In death, I still breath

In death I shall live
To see the path lay bare
Sprinkled with dried leaves
And plants around
To mark my oneness
With skies, beasts and man.

For I seep through earth
To mingle with her.
And through the roots
I climb to the tip of each leaves
To kiss the air around.
And I shall go on living
In all forms that exists
For now and forever.

I am eternal.


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