DO POETRY
AND LIFE REMAINS TO POVERTY
YET POET CONTINUE TO LIVE IN HIS WORLD
FOR HIM A PALACE
WHERE HE IS THE KING
AND WORDS ARE HIS SOLDIER

HIS WORDS BREATHE
KNOCK AT THE DOORMAN'S HEART
UTTERED "LET THE SOUL COME IN"
SOME SAYING GREAT
OTHERS SAYS IT'S USELESS DOESN'T MEAN A THING
SOME ARE TOO BUSY THAT THEY HAVE NO TIME FOR A SOUL

BUT WHERE THOSE POET'S WORDS CAME FROM?
AN ANGEL WHISPER, PARTLY YES
BECAUSE HE WROTE ABOUT PIOUS LIFE
OR A DEVIL UTTERANCE, PARTLY YES
HE ALSO WROTE THOSE PROHIBITED WORDS
BUT NO, POETS FOLLOWED HIS OWN WILL

WHO ARE REALLY THEY THEN?
A SHARP MINDED PERSON
AS BRILLIANT AS DIAMOND
NO, THEIR MINDS ARE JUST LIKE THE OTHERS
SEEN THINGS THAT THEY'VE ALSO SEEN
BUT HE PUT THEM IN WORDS

HE WASTED A LOT OF TIME
BUT THE TIME WASTED WAS RECORDED
OF THE BEST MOMENT
AND OF THE WORST ONE
LEAVING DAYS ONE BY ONE
YET IN EACH DAY HIS TRADEMARK FOR REMINISCENCE

POETS PASSED BUT THEIR  POEMS CONTINUE
GENERATIONS COMES AND GO BUT THEIR PASSION DWELT
WAITING FOR THE HOMAGE THAT SOMEONE WILL GIVE
BUT THE TRUTH IS POET LOOKS FOR NOTHING IN RETURN
JUST SOMEONES TIME FOR HIS WORK
THE BEST PAYMENT THAT POET'S FIND

Written: Jan. 22, 2000 @ 4:35pm
Mysterious Aries

Hello there silence I'm happy you're here
Tell me how will I stop all my tears
I have here beside me a dozen beer
Doing my rituals of solitary cheers

She said she loves me but its all a lie
Just to take something that she can't buy
My heart was broken into thousand times
Now I'm marrying sadness savor with a lime

Tell me some wisdom for me to know
Give me some reason for me to let go


Hello there silence I'm happy you're here
Tell me how will I stop all my tears
I have here beside me a dozen beer
Doing my rituals of solitary cheers

Tell me some wisdom for me to know
Give me some reason for me to let go

Hello there silence I'm happy you're here



written: June 17, 2015
Mysterious Aries

________

Still awake at 3 am
Listening to a mellow song
Waiting for the sun to rise
Holding back the tears in my eyes

Still up at 3 am
Doing some flashback
What happened to us
A love that I fully trust

Still sleepless at 3 am
"It's not you it's me" your voice still echoing
My heart was ripped in thousand pieces
And seems was drop into different places

Still not in bed at 3 am
Holding a bottle of beer
Wishing it can help me heal
Hoping it can erase what I feel

Still wide awake at 3 am
Maybe it just don't fit right at all
Waiting for the sun to rise for me to traces
To start anew and pick up... my broken heart pieces...



written: Oct. 7, 2014

Mysterious Aries

__________

Oh my, I think I'm so in love
I always think of her, this beautiful dove
Her dress, shoe and bag, printing in my head everyday
Her face, the way she frown and smile, keeps me so okay
I don't notice any flaws, every move she does was great
The way she talked, just any from her, even the way she hate
I often hold her face in my mind
To my looping imagination, doing crazy things all the time
Is she thinking about me too
Oh heaven please give me any clue
I can feel my heart beat ten times faster
In every single chance we're together
Next time we meet, I will eat all my pride
Its only her to tell, if this feeling will survive
My Lord I'm really so in love
Please hear my prayer sky above.


written: November 22, 2014
Mysterious Aries

_________

Who are we then to judge
The metaphors that he penned to his wrist
A travel that was full of smudge
Anyway he don't want to be in heaven list

Why with exclamation
Why spill blood freely? The very foundation
A life, a gift given  that one supposed to be thankful
But the answer lies simply within the shoe of this soul

Glance at his story
Might be you feel so sorry
Or might be you'll say better to be that way
Than to continue his painful journey...


written: December 1, 2014 @ 7:30 am
Mysterious Aries

__________

A burdensome emotion burst
Dates are being curse
Playing dark games like infinity
Just to lessen this insanity


Pen turned into blade
Eyes red need a shade
A fake smile for survival
To simply hide views about suicidal


Blame fate for this horn
Scars of many thorns
A life he resemble to a naught
Simply pessimistic thought


Followers of great hand want to touch this soul
To save him from gates of hole
Simply a name not in list
Still at the end he penned his wrist



written: November 28, 2014 at  11:00 pm
Mysterious Aries