the dark creation

mingling on the heights of heavens
one unique dark spot on the midst
of light and shinning angels.
not minding the troubles on the eyes
of the conservative guardians.

i, the dark creation,
damned and forsaken.
all wanted is a universal freedom,
to have circles to roam on,
speak without the fear of being damned.

though my soul is wrapped with sadness,
happy i am for passing and crossing your paths.
i may not be that good for the group standards,
but will redirect those who are seeking happiness.
and give spirit to those who are breathless.

i, the dark creation,
unworthy to be part of circulation.
all wanted is a universal freedom,
to look upon equally on everyone.
seek understanding on every minds.

faith would always be on doubt on your eyes
keeping calm with your unfavorable sights.
worry not, i'll just be a passer-by who soon leaves.
whatever the goodness taught, and affections
will always dwell on my soul, and is part of my standards.

i, the dark creation,
a flesh and weak with temptations.
all wanted is a universal freedom,
with no walls of  discrimination.
will always remember how to be a human.

cycling curses

once i thought it would be a great symbol,
good one to keep and have with wherever you would be.
no matter how simple, or how elegant it would be.
to wear it would mean a life, an overwhelming joy.
but then not all are blessed with that life nor joy.
a redundant fluctuation of what has been started,
a ghost in life that fills me curses and damnation.
and snaps me again and again, and again.


 "ring"

oblivion

there are thoughts sought to be undying.
notes in mind brought out to be soothing.
they are, and they will always be hanging.
sighs in life, breathes for the emotional being.
signs to prove, i still kept a valuable realm.
or the so-called bond was still existing.
 well, is it that convincing? most probably not,
even for an inch. it will take a lifetime to prove something.
a lifetime to make a heart mending. lifetime to adjust the heartstrings.
a forever to make you back on these arms.

2hrs

time is like an infinite stance
on a journey energizing each
one of us to pursue our paths,
binding us to new realms
we can only pass on it once,
filling us with wisdom and ideals
and responsibility for the young ones.

time is an enduring education
for each mind open for experimentation
on life, career, and emotion
enabling us to understand most situation
to grow and share our intuition

time is an inevitable challenge
on everything we decide to change
or every moment we want to retain

time is the one who will define our lives
who will define our beings
and will define us from life.

the sigh

putting a dot on our beginning
anyone would say im crazy for doing
months past but still having
hard time getting over loving
is this my second time deeply falling?
a real love for so long im wishing?
are these regrets that i'm feeling?
still feeling my arms wrap around your being
wherein been too long i've stopped reaching
i'm still afraid your voice i'll be hearing
still afraid of the end of what i'll be starting
silence.. that may help, i hope it will be helping.
but with you, i'm still longing.
with you, i keep on loving.

going under

events have screwed up
hollow mind seeking hope
from antiquities of barren life
defied the spirit laws and harmony
and dumped a honey filled heart
believing that heart would freed
from the gnashing love sown from the dead
amplifying the solitary plead
screaming for more hate
crying for more heartbreak
tormenting this flesh til it bleed

white flag

months have rolled
silence still ripples
waiting for the drought
and for the tormented hearts
to settle and be mended
things may have been failed
to shed tears on what we've left
and whisper with ourselves
our fault, we should have stayed
all things can be discussed
misunderstandings can be settled
i'm sorry, months of being silenced
months of us not being part of our lives.