We envisioned of a promising start
Still we dream in the dark most part
The game we play is that of chess
Pieces we sacrifice is light on the chest

You see time in memorial politics here always aim
To support and oppress the poor all the same
No matter what side left or right its a shame
To stay on top of the scandalous political game

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

Goodbye for now my little rose,
For here I sleep and never oppose.
Your radiant smile and cheery cheek,
That melt my heart and coldly meek.
Yet days alone were not enough,
For simple wish be here and gruff.
And here I lay upon my tomb,
To never see my lovely bloom.

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

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.

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

To you beautiful stranger
Captivating yet lonely
I wonder what they say about you
Would you mind if I sit
At the back of my mind I picture us
Me and you
Sharing the same cup of coffee
But would you really do
I am what they label an alien
Not the kind of weirdness they make movies about
Not the kind of alienated they would write songs about
I'm just an illusion that drifts by
A welcoming scent
A crooked smile
Awkward baby steps
So would you mind
If you got the time and enjoy
The little things for awhile

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

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

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.

Sound out your bugles, charge over the dead,
As the roar of shells flies over our heads,
Deafening cries of boys which became crazed men,
The path of death in front of us is never our friend,
As the cry of victory has surpassed,
After the fog of battle has lifted from the grass,
Men of different armies and ranks,
Lay lifeless near a ****** river bank,
Those who still refuse to die,
Screams and moans are their last cry,
Oh youth who gave your breath of life?
For peace is not a cheap price.
Is our life worth giving for our nation’s honour and pride?
Yet this is no battle, nor glory but a slaughter of lives,
How it all started with dutiful and a gleeful cheer
Now ends with regret, death and fear
sweet wine of youth now spilled upon the soil
cursed are those who live to see the light after such turmoil
no tears are seen from your cold lonely face
To those who lay pale and lifeless within coffins encase
crosses of white erected but without any name
to you a wreath of red roses, less we forget such disastrous  shame.

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

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

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

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.

Forward they cried hiding in the safety of the rear
As the men in the front rank die face filled with fear
Now the generals staff who commands as they sat
And see the battle lines change from the field map
Seeing it move side to side as their boys falter and die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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’ll remember the time we've spent
I’ll remember those cries you've wept

We used to call each other names
Sticks and stones that were in good faith

We’ve conquered what we saw in the world
Kings and lords but we are brothers after all

Witnessed the fruits of our labors
Turned to a glutton’s cash papers

Drafted into needless costly wars
Holding each other for little warmth

As a friend’s tears start as he rushes to intervene
A comrade’s last laugh as he falls dead at the scene

Upon the vandalized wall speaks an aged truth.
Where their scars break old meaning to fill untempered law.
Hold bound by promised taste of their life, yield their fruit.
Their temptation to attain an enlightened mind, whether clawed or naught.

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

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

how does one hold your gentle heart?
with hands like mine filled with scars
holding broken shards that fell apart
those i have loved and fell like stars

how does one love with hands like this?
someone who's rough and blistered
compared to you my dear young miss
my heart has been tired and weathered

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

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

I am afraid I won't have much time
so if it's alright to stare long into the sky
where even my ill fated mind may find solace
within its cracks that shows a bit of Elysium

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.

To be honest
I can't believe we actually exist sometimes
Look around you
Our history is so tainted with blood and lies
such unforgiving sin that we forget so easily by
We have enslaved each and one another
all in the name of being better than the other

It's pure madness
We've fought against each other
Killing our own race, our own brother
Without a second to spare

It's scares me sometimes and honestly
If the planet could only speak
It would want us all to listen
Listen to it as it pleas us to work together
To end this cycle of pain and suffering
Before we all disappear entirely

the sad thing is the universe above us
with all the stars and galaxies won't even notice at all
if we suddenly disappear into the darkness of the abyss
We our a tiny smudge hidden in the universes mist
That in all of universal history we are closer to the fall

I even battle with my own existence and realize
that it's just utter MADNESS...

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.

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

we were never meant to be
a fleeting mistake
that lasted some what centuries

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

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.

in the vastness of the dark abyss
to which it is not the appearance hostility
that gives us the tense uneasiness
but the indifference it shows to us
as we solider on to its unknown abysmal lair

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.

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

artist are tortured souls
manic emotions left to ink and paint
transforming pain of their mundane tormented life
into ecstatic beauty expressed so vividly
that leaves us all in speechless and awe

i have nothing to write
for i have nothing to say
yet i stay awake in the night
for my mind is cluttered
with unclear verses anyway