watch dog

Eyes that stare back at me
stare through my soul-
reading me, sizing me-
such a gaze so cold
that demand answers
when they really seek to know
how easily I will crumble
under their hold.

Parked on the Side

The language is different here when I listen,
their tongue not the same as mine when I watch,
their breath more pungent, their sound more erect-
talking amongst themselves discreet and farfetched.
I only hear blabber as they utter words,
and the flight of saliva that lands on their arms
they wipe away without a scorn.

stall

The journey stands still
in shades of gray
and colors of blues,
where I had looked
through a scope
and found with it
your broken smile.

Fly Away With Me

Fly away with me to a shooting star
It may seem impossible but I know where to start,
We can begin with a wish and follow with a kiss
And away we'll go on a clear moonlight glow
With no one in sight who can dare jeopardize
Our journey, our flight to our mind's paradise.

Fly away with me to a shooting star,
We can view the world as if it were just ours,
You and me is all that we need
We will be all that is envied if we succeed.

2006

wind riders

You are chasing the winds
on the stillest of days
trying to catch a breeze
that'll take you away.

-unfinished

To Be Impervious

You think I am impervious,
I've practiced frowns and dullen eyes,
I dare not move,
I do not allow myself to speak, and silently
retain my thoughts on the peaks of my feet.
Your voice thundered and intently I listened
to unravelings of your rampage and your disapproval.
I am not that impervious nor ignorant,
I stay hung up on your words
while I'm lost in my many thoughts,
and often times I tune out of your anger
to project whatever pride.

I feel the weight of all your expectations
that time again I fail to meet,
the number of times I said I'd change
that only lasted but a few days.
No, I am not that impervious,
if you could see, guilt shrivels and dangles inside---
wraths my soul and shuns my eyes,
and though I never seem to give in
I know much better than this.
But I fall victim to my own needs
and it's a vicious cycle for control,
yet my free will always prevails.

An Empty Book

Whatever written here on these pages
vanished with last night's moon.
Like ink blots they remain misshapen
interpreted by eager fools.
We had scribbled down some emotions
that intertwined and looped and looped,
We painted a story of hopes and dreams
more colorful than each rainbow strand,
But etched in charcoal, shaded and smeared
was where we hid our silent fears.
How long were we running off the world
that caught us while we floated out?
And if time waned would it still be worthwhile
to turn the pages of an empty book?

Rays of the Sun

We sit on a brink of our grazing land
gazing willfully at sudden deep set
gray dulling skies, and a smog that covers
and douses the crown of my head.
Barely can I see the whites of your eyes
that glow against the dullness of this place.
It is dry and even a thunderstorms rampage
is welcomed in this place.
Emory colors of a blaze would far surpass
that of the deadness our infertile land has become.
And in waiting here we become
lost in our never ending thoughts that climb
clandestine trees that stand against the pale sky.
You recall and I remember,
I remember when there was a greenness;
perhaps a dream in childhoods doors
where I had ran my barefoot against the ground, and
felt the nuzzle of fresh cut grass along my heel.
But we sit here and all is dead,
all what is lost came and went
in the streaking of the summer's heat
and the yellow rays of the sun.

Intertwine

The wind danced in your hair,
sprayed the nape of your neck
speckles of mist evaporating in
summer's heat, the heavy rain clouds
dispersed to show; it mirrored
your brilliance in the sky.
I saw an eagle fly by,
bold, it perched atop hidden trees
and watched us from its narrow eyes,
it must have thought-same as I,
you, are my prey and I'll feast on your love,
and hungrily seek
to stride along with feathered wings
that would span lifetimes over
so as each raindrop slid off our skin,
fell to leave the world mystified by our scent,
for the scent of love in
decades will never age; and we will
grow but never die, rather- intertwine

Thud

Strangers loiter around the corner
watching as if it were a show.
Perched behind window sills neighbors
gape at the sight and the crowd below.
A broken body lays sprawled out on the ground,
its soul had let out a deafening cry as it fell,
and its eyes too afraid to plead for help
closed to a thud and the cracking of bones.

thoughts

when there is that part of me
falling, abyss created no air
wrangled amongst trees, angel wings
torn, cast the shadow into my engorged soul,
that moment and that despair rests upon my shoulders
bare the back of the world
limply in my hands and these forefingers grasp
one last breath before I fall into my domain,
drowsy sleep that I give way.

If

If I could, I’d whisper into your ear
All the things you want to hear-
And if I fall short of words, I hope
You can read them with my smile.

If I may, I’d lie awake
Just to hear you mumble-
And if you run out of things to say
I’d be okay with just your grumble.

If you must ask why, then don’t,
You already know the answers-
So rather, feel my vibe and recollect
The number of days you’ve brightened.

The Trick

Close your eyes,
Imagine, you are in a dark room.
There are no windows, nothing, just you.
You try to see yet all you feel are walls,
You try to listen but the silence,
Becomes so loud it threatens to deafen you.
Panic, rage at your inability
Go ahead, scream and shout,
Pound the walls, it dares you to.
Seemingly out of breath and out of air
You realize that you've been tricked
It isn't a room at all but just your mind.
I can't escape, can you?

untitled

What if darkness was a fraction of the mind
And hope resides and conquers what we know as light
would that suggest that believing is seeing
-the uncertainties of time?
Crime was committed to the yellow poppy seed,
deemed to grow into the rose it will never be
as another epic became unfold
and heroes lost their grace as voice became old.

If and then it was all true
that night fell with disgrace from afar,
then stars would be its resilient hope
that shines to be our admires
to captivate our hearts.
For when all is done and all is told
to the bruised child that stands to hold
his innocence burned with brutality from his father,
that catches his eyes and embellishes his soul
does deceit and hate and bias grow.

And the broken saint without fears had faltered to redeem
his people, Lost and forgotten in the rings-
then it is done that no one shall ever see
corrupt in its lovely sheen
worn as beauty as it pleases.
It's another chapter ripped from its pages
and lost forever in forgotten places.

Untitled

No one ever said they'd pledge their soul to hiding,
or become dehumanized through such survival
Another plea for help sacrificing any dignity
As tattered knees, bleeding bends to worship
Another Potential savior who will bring peace to their dead
Or another passer-byer who will mourn and be moved by their debts.
They're barely thriving off the root of the world
Minimally standing, eating for running,
Surviving for hopes that are lost in the wakings of dreams.
If you listen closely you could hear the stealth of the feet,
And breath the same green,
And taste the same stench of blood on your teeth.

For Me Alone

These walls that come to confine me,
Trembles as I fall
Deeper into this abyss I've created
From mind and soul and all.
Its caged me up like wilds,
Crouching behind bars
Hiding from the shallow world
That I once yearned to be apart.

And falling is so easy
When you've closed your eyes to holding on
And deception is but another word
Straying far from moralities yard.
So I sit here in these confinements
Searching the mind of its bereft response
Tangled in emotions
That you will never come close to unraveling its yarn
For the child in you has died
And the wise not yet born
And if one day the answer does come clear to me,
It will be for me and me alone.

2006

From a Woman

They want me to
Live life in a timely manner
And come home before the moon.
To wear a veil, a good-girl banner
And pronounce- show with dark hair
The purity that I am sinless;
Untouched by groping hands,
Untainted by many a madam's mouth-
The gossip that they believe, can ruin lives.
 
For one purpose I must be
Fit to be wedded and secured, to move forward
one household to the other,
And to know my place, where I shall stand,
Silent against authoritative hands.
To keep both feet rooted in the ground,
But cringe and fall to the feet of a man
And yet, still hold his face to propel his prestige,
I am to be mute and to do as he pleases.
 
To dare not to hold these ideals
I face a road of scorn, a path unwanted-
Exiled and become named embarrassment,
To be gossiped about, whispers as I past by,
Cold shoulders and an outdated crowd speculating
The number of times I've been used, but never
How many times I've been through hell.
To be here I have no place to go, and
To be there I have no place to grow.

Days

I just want you to know that there are days,
You take whatever light in my eyes
And burn them brighter with a smile.
Then there are those days that you do so well
At tossing them away.

Hiding

There is a nagging that threatens to topple me,
A weight caught along my ankles pulling me,
An empty feeling enveloping me,
I cannot stand to feel so bare, yet-
I gulp these feelings and hide my fears.

Secret Message

Seranade. The song of the symphony
Endorses itself into the evening air.
Ancient souls are stirred and awaken,
Nourished by the melodious tunes-
Yearning for forgotten memories, though
Anywhere to be seen, flutters of light
Nibbles at their invisible souls still
Grasping onto their beloved one
and
Lavishly the trinkets of raindrops froze
Over and between time as it abrutly stopped- leaving
Vintage traces of these souls compassion
Entwined in the notes of the song.

You'll Be Back Again

The smell of your scent
Inflames my nostril-
I am being held gently in your palms.
I rest my eyes and you stroke my hair,
Run your fingers one last time as you stare-
The sun is now shinning against my hair.
Outside there is a fresh breath of air
Waiting to be inhaled. You sigh,
It is time and you brush your lips against mines,
Whisper a meager good-bye-
Leave out of bed, and
Climb over to make your way home.

But even sleeping I felt your drifting soul
A rhythm pacing and growing faint,
A presence taking one long glance back, and
Eyes that watered to stay- go out the door.
I know you can’t afford to listen,
Countless times I’ve shout, asked for you
Not to go. The words bubbled in my soul
But when I spoke they did not get passed but my throat,
And when I woke you left me but your sweet smell.

It is an emptiness and a flame,
For tonight you’ll be back again, and
I know the words.
You’ve rehearsed them a thousand times
The reasons why you can’t let go, but I see
Your eyes tremble as you speak-
For every word breaks my soul, …and
That is what you hate most.

"Insa" -(Greeting)

Even that time when
the wind stopped
was not enough for me.
a single smile
a last bow
I love you.

Even if I become weary from the time
even if I become hurt from love
even that was a memory for me
You're taking your last bow
I love you
I love you

Fly away,
fly away love...
fly away,
fly away love...

The one true love of my life
good-bye

Stay A Bit Forever

people come and go,
they steer through the morning dew
and vanish upon sunlight's glow.
They hop upon the northern breeze
and ride atop whispy clouds.
they dance a tune with one right foot,
and step the other towards the crowd.

oh how I'd love to make them stay,
walk them through the morning's day,
and hide the sun behind the moon.
I'd hold on tight and let the breeze past through,
make the skies so clear and blue-
a single cloud no trace nor clue,
slow them down as they guild my foot,
to and fro so there's just us two.

Longing Lovers

They've always wondered when they'll ever meet,
wake up in the mornings under the same sheet,
walk across a horizon's lapping wave,
sweetly hand in hand as one memory to save
For the routine has gotten old without someone to hold
And the walls become dull without a smile or a scold.

What of it of two perfect loves,
singing the same song as a pair of doves
Walking parallel lines that are governed to not traverse
but breathing the same breeze that had carried their whispers.

They will never know the wrath of fate,
its mock and slient humility born innate
for chance will never play a tune for them to dance
so that rhythmless the two can attempt to prance.
Believers of Destiny say it is never meant to be
but believers of Love will try relentlessly.

And still, even unaware they will always seek one another
connected and weaved, waking and sleeping in the same hour.
Whether it is in dreams that will mark their meeting place,
Or the strumming of both hearts at the same pace
it is only different places but the same sky,
different scenery from the same height,
different wishes upon one single star,
different doors entered but both left ajar.

The coincidences of longing lovers
live on stray hopes that always flutters.