Autumn leaves never grieve when they fall because it's all part of the plan
The wind doesn't cry and the trees don't ask why, like it was always meant to be
Don't you see? I'm pleading with fleeting stars for one wish, that by your side I will stand
And if the season finds enough reasons to change, I'll be there to say "I'll always be exactly what you see"
You're my cup of tea, no. You're my cup of joe in the morning flowing through my veins
Words are like knives and if I'm not careful about what I say you can slip away, leaving permanent stains
How can I contain what I've been trained to display? Don't blame my genetics, the way I was raised by a dame
Claiming a golden heart to start she imparted with me wisdom in love that I can never repay
But I'll begin thinning the debt by setting my hand upon yours and promising to stay
Say you will and the thrill of the ride will change the way you look at everything around you
I'll get on a bus and travel the hours. The world is ours and I don't want to waste another second of it without you
The twilight speaks of greater
Greatness, for your spirit soars
Across the horizons of life and
The living--- leaving an era of
Idealized legacy of redeemed
Human equality and possibility.
The indomitable soul you once
Wore under your colored skin
Fuels our aspirations for better
World of kaleidoscope of faces,
Races, and happiness. Nelson,
Now that you have entered
The narrow door of immortality,
Let our tears be a vindication to
Your ideals of freedom and
Democracy. Rest in His peace
Our dear old man. For the world
You toiled to change is now our burden
Just as how we are burdened by
Your humility and humanity.
University of the Philippines--Diliman
Quezon City, Philippines
December 7, 2013
Heaving with frost
Covered in white fire
Though you were leaving
Stained with frozen tears
Riding the waves
With the freezing echoed
The first falls
Soft and sharp
Brighter than ever
Leaving yours as followed
Burning breathes swallowed
We breathe transparent
Flames of sorrow
Echoed through us
From what the cold days borrow
Your my drug that i need
the substance of Love is an addictive drug.
one dose is never enough.
My heart races every time i hear your voice
thoughts come rushing in like waves on the shore
(One beat, two)
i crave it in my mind, body and soul.
it takes a toll on me leaving me weakened by his words.
(Three beats, four)
Stories he told that didn't add up.
it just made me crave him more.
(Five beats, six)
To hear his voice whisper sweet nothings
in my ear.
i always felt like he was
throwing darts at my heart aiming to kill
i forgave over and over again
hoping one day he'd change and the pain would end
(Seven beats, eight)
Those words i use to hold so dear, now gone
Deep into the ocean they went along with those dark eyes i resent
(Nine beats, Ten ... . .)
So i ask you, where were your emotions
when we were together?
Buried deep in your mind or just known but hard to find in an ocean?
Dear King ,I used to call
You were never the bravest of them all
You left without a word
And with no gift in return
Remember your little princess?
You said you loved and never let go
Well,after you got a new one
She's only bear with pain and sorrow
What about your precious prince
That one day is going to take your position?
Well he sure is going to be a better King
By leaving him,he was only strong and determined
The old queen,she didn't know what to do
Her heartache continues
for she worked for the both of them
Well King?How is your life with the better wife?
Is it nice , is it wonderful?
Is it like the Fairytale you want to come true?
Is it worth letting your old family go?
Is it worth the scars on your little princess?
Is it worth the burden the old queen had?
Is it worth making the Prince a knight?
For all we know it wasn't his fight .
It was yours my king, you left
It rains everyday in my kingdom
No more sunshine and daisies
It's not your problem anymore though
Because you left my king
I hope you're doing alright
Because everytime I look at the other princesses
They look up to their king
They say that once they found their true love
They won't ever forget who was their first hero
However for me, dad
You may be my first hero
But that title was snatched away from you
The moment you let us go.
A white rose
Crumbling to the ground
As winds blow the petals
Where memories are found
In the sacred light of dawn
Becoming souls of light
Joining to God's blessed gift
To walk along the sacred road
As newness floods the soul
Bringing cleansing fire
To burn away the pain
Where life begins
White petals fall
all along the ground
Filled with beauty and light
For us who walk along
the dark tunnels of life
Where darkness creeps
Trying to destroy what little light
the soul holds
As memories slide through my hands
Treasures fade in this old world
Leaving me yearning
for a back step door
to walk through
To reach the times and memories
spent with you.
By Weeping willow
Miss my family
Days turn to weeks,
and months into years;
Our calendar filled,
With days that bring tears.
No longer with cheer,
There’s a birthday we keep;
A life sewn in hardship,
Is now reaping grief.
His anniversary of leaving,
A dark smear on that day;
Its nothing to celebrate,
But it won't wash away.
Those days that we’re honored,
As his mother and father;
Special cards that he made us,
We receive them no longer.
A day for memorials,
Then picnics and parades,
The summer he loved,
A special hike on Labor Day.
The season to give thanks,
Forces us to remember,
All the years that we did have,
All those happy Novembers.
Finally Christmas comes round,
Full of time spent together;
All our family traditions,
Where he's missed more than ever.
Each day a reminder,
Every memory so dear,
Yet silence speaks loudly,
When laughter disappears.
Then it's time to repeat,
Time to turn a new page,
Time for new resolutions,
Time to hope for some change.
Maybe this is the year,
That the calendar’s our friend,
When peace is returned,
And we look forward again.
this was written in late December 2012, just a year ago as part of my struggle to come to terms with life’s curves. i post this tonight, not so much for me, though my struggle is hardly over... this is more for a dear soul; an HP friend who like me, is still struggling with loss. some days are just harder than others; then there are whole seasons that will never again be the same. tonight, i raise a glass of Merlot for her, not in toast, but in wishing her comfort, peace and rest!
You left you imprint on me, by bruising me.
With your fists you wailed on me
turning me cold
Sucker punched my chest cavity to snatch the wind from me
Blackened my eyes, to cause me to see your perception of me...
Caused my lips to bleed, that I might forever remember the way your words could
Your mouth is a military weapon, and with your words you sniped my hope, dreams and integrity
Pinned my hands behind my soul and murdered my young woman hood, execution style.
You left your imprint on me, by bruising.
Leaving eternal, never healing bruises on my metaphysical
These both literal and metaphorical bruises were your love letters to me
The only intimacy I ever knew with you
The only time I desired to call out daddy
Solely in plea for you to release your grip on me
End your constant jabs at my self esteem
causing me to buckle and reach for the emptiness in the atmosphere without any faint hope that you would cease
These never healing scars I trace and follow along the lines of my spirit have all but faded
As I lie, awakened by cold sweats and the realization that I am beyond jaded,
I curse the thought of you
Because you left an imprint on me, by bruising me
Bruises that no amount of frozen steak or peas can relieve
You bruised the very fabric of my being
Causing me to reach out in the night, trying to grasp my shattered dreams of what you could be,
But instead, you left your imprint on me.
And because of it I shutter, quake and quiver at the mention of your name.
Because you bruised me.
If I met you again tomorrow
I would point to the sun and say:
I drew that for you
wrinkled in the rain.
But would you find me strange?
Would you trace love into my palm?
Tug on me to tug on you,
Arms and fingertips, skin and muscles
Made electric elastic between us?
Or would you stand…
Awkward…ha ha… smile and
Get the hell out of there?
Quickly too, on bouncy toes
Leaving poor me
No choice but to chase you down,
Squeeze your shoulders and
Show you the future
In my eyes
wrapped in your smile--with my toes toying the edge
where your look's soft cloth blankets me and
blocks the cold wind so we swim
silent and alone in a hot, dark star—
until your gaze takes with it this warm world,
leaving again cold brick red and the wind, and
sounds, soft over walls, of street-folk--
I will wonder if you know, any more than they,
how the corners of your lips when they open,
open not to show rows of white pearl,
but instead to consume my heart.