between good men both sinners and the saints
power in the art of compromise and trade
negotiating with no further restrictions or restraints
either with a firm handshake or a sabers blade
history obliterates in every picture it paints

He thought he knew
What he was fighting for,
But the sight of blood
Made him question war.
Poor soldier boy
Cold and alone,
Bombs fall like rain,
He's all alone.
They're all alone.

you ask me for verses
that speak of your name
you tell me you love me
I think it is but a mere game
how do I know you love me so
my sweet would you care to tell

childish minds that still linger
peaceful times where hope rings
they still live like flaming tinder
wandering eyes that look to the light
cherish this simple things

Weathered faces left on walls,
portraits hung in empty halls,
nameless strangers that saw
with eyes that watched the world.

Dear good sir,

I have the honor to address
And cite my grievance and stress
I am very slow to anger
Yet I demand your answer
Careful how you proceed
At times I am Intemperate indeed  
Slandering my name with disrespect
Apologize I shall accept with no reject
Or prepare for both of us will bleed
I have not been so cowardly or shy
On how I act in the public eye
In the field, face-to-face by dawn
Choose good sir fist, swords or guns drawn

your humble colleague,
M. Mendiola

Though we are so far apart
I shall sleep by the gentle stream
And as I dream a lofty dream
I feel the soothing warmth
Knowing that I am in your arms

there is nothing for you here
even as the seasons change
and leaves turn to amber
even as the dawn kissed the dusk
this world would never know you

I didn’t know what to do
So, I waited for you
While Everything Burns
I'll wait a life time for your return

this men who are myopic in vision,
narrow minded in their thoughts,
have begun to make incisions for division
who with greed for power still plots,

they who are full of spite,
they who abuse such prosperity,
to scorn at our tranquility in the night,
using their given rank as authority,

those who corrupt and continue to corrupt,
censuring the emotions of the people,
Our true feelings shall bound to erupt.

hearts they have afflicted and subjugated,
have now planted the seeds of discord,
from these seed shall grow a twisted tree,
it shall bear poisoned fruit and rotten in scent,
they shall reap from it a death of a future generation,
and that field shall be the ruin of the nation.

dead stars have no ghost
only to those who bear its memory

Dear Good Sir,

I am quite tolerant of your vainful antics and acts
Yet as your dearest friend i advise and implore you
To state the fact and only the matter of the truth
On your hubris arrogance and shallow attacks
Reflect on your words before our paths intertwine
And before i lose my patience and draw the line
Take caution in your next steps you might take
As your friend know our companionship is at stake  
Yet if you remain relentlessly stubborn as ever  
You know my grievances and as well as my answer
I wish for none of this yet you force my blade
For my honor your life or mine i shall trade

Your humble colleague,
M. Ocuaman

You are not merely art,
you are so much more,
you are beauty,
that was never known,
by it’s own creator.

oh sweet midsummer dream
drifts in a cool evening breeze
my soul barely even sober
you kiss me awake only to tease

Their eyes are so devoid of emotion,
they idle look and go through the motion...

oh sweet blossoming rose
innocent and blooming beauty
i sing to you verses of sweet nothings
for somehow you enchanted me

lure me to your temptation
only to be plucked away
and thrown aside to wither
like some blade of grass

Engulfed by life's mortal flame  
Such words are that of thunder
A storm that can't be tame
Who's eyes is filled with wonder

Unbent and unbroken
A beacon of might
Unbowed and unspoken
A purger of blight

With grace to match an angel’s wrath,
And rage from hell below,
Had forged ahead a crimson path
And buried midst the foe

The wind gently brushes against me
As I gaze upon this vast empty sea
I feel just like the sea

Empty yet drowned in sadness
I can no longer see your smile
I can no longer feel your warmth
The tears your eyes shed

Can no longer ever be seen
We were always together
You and I are one soul solely

Like the sea and sand
We are inseparable
I shall stand here waiting for you

How they ran away in fright
From a monster with flared claws
Fueled by rage and spite
Devouring what it could maw

Them and me
Them and me
A match in heaven
Made to be

They ran and hid
A monster I was depicted
Which left me livid
Of the pain they had inflicted

They sit, crouched in fear
Praying for their lives
Yet a monster is here
Armed with knives

The air grows red
Screams soar through the sky
People have bled
Oblivious of their own demise

Now I sit in an empty room
Remembering and reminiscing
The air wails with gloom
The lives perished I keep dismissing

If you don't know pain
You won't know life
If you don't know sadness
You won't know happiness
If you don't know darkness
You won't know light.

My heart thunders in my ears
As I rise up and away
Gloriously far from all my fears
To face a radiant new day

Alongside the sun and stars
Up here is where I know
Freedom isn't that far
From where I dance in the gods' meadow

The sky is luminous and I am bright
High above the world I left behind
While some weep and others fight
I've found peace in my mind

Outlined with angelic light
Untainted by the evils' spite
My universe will not forever last
But for now it's the future and not the past

I watched her run,
Run to see the ocean wind,
To see the timeless quality
Of the world we live in.

Her hair blew in the breeze;
She turned around and eyes were met.
My vision blurred,
My face grew wet.

I reached for her
And whispered so:
Love, take my hand
And never let go.

love grows and gets lost as it goes
short is its bloom
crumbles as a withered rose

childish minds that still linger
peaceful times where hope rings
they still live like flaming tinder
wandering eyes that look to the light
cherish this simple things

in a city full of people
bustling around and about
a city of millions
lay lonesome together
under a sky somber night...

If one must love a rose,
you must love it wholly,
from its blossoms and thorns,
for love itself is not a easy thing.

Flittering, fluttering ,dancing in their flight
Glittering like emeralds throughout the night
The dance begins before sunset and goes on by the light of the moon
It is a ritual we hope wont end soon
In may every lighting bugs get excited
To this dance every firefly is invited
The dance begins when they hover in the air
Then one by one turn on their light for flair

Beauty within you grows,
Like the rivers water flows,
Filling up empty vessels
And giving life to the lands,
Truth is in the palms of your hands

my sweet ember rose
fire that waltz in winter
bloodstained words froze
someone that once whispers

Despite your small willow frame,
You gracefully took each step,
As a mark of your humble pride,
Your sweet and gentle face held a smile,
That only heavens angels could dare mimic,
Your shimmering blue eyes glistened,
Like two shorelines meeting at the edge of a cliff,
Glimmering blues and teals,
Your Reddened cheeks and the hint of blush,
Yet that sad longing eyes gave away,
Like the winter bitter wind you long to be free of its cold.

I know nothing with any certainty
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
even that makes me believe in eternity

are we but lonely dreamers
drifting upon a sea of twilight stars
not knowing when to wake

Figures dancing gracefully
Through a silver storm
Across my memory
Held safe and warm
My heart yearns to remember
your lips from December

Chatting ladies of youth are one of lovely Tivoli's flowers,

Talking about nothing than the material world of desire,

The life they live sweet, innocent and kind in manner,

Snobbish in some, playful in words and action with others,

They laugh in pure luxury, rich in scene,

Youthful in beauty and through their hearts it seems,

Enthusiastic within the comforts of the high walls,

never seeing the cruelty of the world that rises and falls,

Their dream and fantasy's linger as it dances for a while.

There never was an Anastasia
She was a beautiful lofty dream
A dream only time will fade

Lost in the dark of the night
Where the moon shines not
Into a garden of shadows
Where my soul wanders about
Among the cold misty haze
Rest I may yet waywardly linger

The only thing I need to say
Does not come out
Cannot be spoken
Was and will never be heard

The only thing I want to do
Is never done
Not acted upon
Resides only in my mind

The only thing I want to see
Will never exist
Cannot be possible
Is always just out of reach

For I will never have the courage
To open my mouth
Voiceless to speak
And say three words

come with me as we frolic upon the hedges of sweet ****** roses
as we twist and turn with the cold west wind from the abyss beneath
come dance through the graves of the past to which all shall join
such music that brings pure thrill to the heart that ones beat loud
silence is but the end to which we all dance together bones to ash
hand in hand around a funeral fire guided by the music of death

Our generation will be known for nothing.
Never will anybody say,
We were the peak of mankind.
That is wrong, the truth is
Our generation was a failure.
Thinking that
We actually succeeded
Is a waste. And we know
Living only for money and power
Is the way to go.
Being loving, respectful, and kind
Is a dumb thing to do.
Forgetting about that time,
Will not be easy, but we will try.
Changing our world for the better
Is something we never did.
Giving up
Was how we handled our problems.
Working hard
Was a joke.
We knew that
People thought we couldn’t come back
That might be true,
Unless we turn things around

War does not determine who is right... only who is left

War is a deep whole of despair
Trying to find the answer
Of what's right and wrong
But when nothing is right
Then what is left.

Where should I go
To the right where nothing is left
To the left where nothing is right
Up where everything Is down
Or down where everything is up

If there is nothing left to the right
Then it would be pointless going there
Go left, fight to make things right

To the middle,
To save what is left
And to judge what is right

If the reason why I fight is behind me, I go forward to protect it

If the reason why I fight is in front of me,
I rush forward to save it

Walk backwards so you can see
What we have loved won and lost

Forward into the horizon
Where there is still hope of a better future

Close your eyes. Embrace that moment,
And dissolve into everything at once.
Be in all directions at once

Become part of all that is up down left right.
Around front behind above and below
Flow in and out and through it all
Only then can we find peace

But we are all just stuck in one circle
So choose whether to go to any direction
If it’s up or down left or right
It doesn't even matter does it?

In the end were just going the same way... Don't we?
In a mad world with endless and pointless roads ahead

Back when people believe in dragons,
Guardians of the heavens beautiful sky,
Thunder and lighting that flash and roar,
The bulwark against monsters and demons,
That is what they were,

Until people slowly stopped believing in them,
And suddenly they simply forgot,
No funerals nor mourns but silence,
Now they are just fading ink and paper,
What a wondrous glorious fantasy,
That dies in our waking reality.

Monsters were there to attack us...
They the dragons protected us...
We did nothing but watch...

lost is different from dead
names that still breathe life
still holding what little remains

Awake me from this nightmare
The demons are ripping me apart
Bring me and take me in your care
And once again heal my heart
I've wandered blinded by rage and hate
Not seeing the way to escape
For that i call your name in the night
Hoping you will answer and show me the light
I'm sorry for what i did in the past
I seek retribution and a way to last
I wish i could change the way i behaved
I wish i could stop being enslaved
I am but a tool in anyone's arms
I need care and love to slay the swarms
Once again i ask in the night
Help me please i don't see the light.

i live in make believe
made of paper and ink
where the breeze whisper
and the night stays and linger

the potion and pills you give
brings fire to the world i see
ink that boils on paper tinder
turns the land to ash and cinder

among the world I have a name
that drifts among the unknown
what I do and what I've done
is weaved among my fellows
who are just like me, until death
we will remain nameless in history

no words can express the agony
of your cruelest deception
all your words are mere fantasy
believing each passionate affection

you shattered what trust i gave
I fell for your lavish charm
blind senseless by a well-versed knave
voicelessly harmed under the storm

when will I ever learn?
that you were never mine
your tricks have lured me to burn
to squander in shame and decline  

I'm not so naive to be played
I have seen strangers around you
I hear how you whisper those words
you have lusciously once said to me

Heaven forbid you make a fool
out of the one who loved you
yet you have torn it all apart
you forfeit all rights to my heart

I’m burning the memories
and those that might redeemed you
Don't step towards my direction
Your reasons and comforts are meaningless

I'm leave nothing more than this words
You can stand there if you want
Scream or be silent i couldn't careless
I have stayed longer than I should

I write my name in the sand
marking my place in this land
but allowing the ocean tide
to which time shall wash away

Here I say farewell my dear friend
For its off for me to walk and go once again
The call of death that whistle the end
Above the field where no man has conquered but only lay the dead
Fear not my friend nor shed a tear in my dread
Yesteryear's youth that blossom the seasons golden past
Keep within me those gay memories of spring
For the dark storms and fierce fire shall consume me and my comrades
Light a candle in my door step will please
So if I may fall in this foreign field and my body swallowed by the soil
My soul may find its way back to the motherlands shore.

She cried one day,
into the unforgiving night

She cried to the moon
every unforgettable night

She cried until the moon answered
Be strong, it whispered
it sung
it screamed

and so she sat
on a bed of tears
and threads of hope

as she listened
pleading unrelentingly
until the moon answered

and called to her
painting skies for her
her delicate eyes

worn with water
and streaked with loss
but tainted with a glimmer of light

I'm scared of my demons.
To me they are heathens,
I feel them breathing,
Their cold hearts beating,
The horrible screeching,
Is nothing but my dreaming,

Yet they are fallen angels,
They fell from heavens grace,
We are no different from them,
They too have a story to tell.