the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.

Love,
I may not give a bouquet of roses,
a house that's big and sturdy,
a vehicle that eases the transportation,
and a diamond ring to prove richness.

I ask of you
is to stay
despite the roses will wither with time,
a simple house yet my arms is your home,
walking till our footsteps match
and a ring that may not be the prettiest
but it holds and represents the love
I have for you

For I have nothing
and you
are everything.

and I am contented

She was so beautiful that even God
created a broken road
  to test if I prove worthy
He summoned women to lure me
  to think that I'll grab a taste
yet it only made my love for her grow
since He only summoned women
that they'll only get a glance
    but never my heart

He made me roam the wildest forest
  in it were the signs of your wild flaws
I have been bruised by the thorns of your traumas
broke my bones
from the falling of branches
that fell cause of the wildlife
who dared to mess with your growth
and I have tumbled upon the roots
of your deepest fears
   only to to feel the pain
that I can mend

Yet after all the struggles
after all the pain that I endured
   I have reached the end
an end where I saw
the beauty that's worth
every inch of misery
   To forever hold you

Only you'll find the beauty of the end
when the process of going up
weighed you down
cutting ties with backstabbers
to remove the drama that goes along with it
you'll be known as an outcast
an exile to a life
that's not meant for your precious heart
and as you slowly loosen the grip
of the hands that betrayed you
you'll make room
for the peace that awaits at the end
and only that can make you realize
the true meaning of
A Beautiful Escape

how do I leave a memory behind?
How can I be remembered by future generations to come?
This life, like an action series,
without bullets and a good plot,
A protagonist of a selfless drama
consisting of bad luck as an excuse
And love as a silver lining of hope
for a life that's worth not being remembered.

but alas it hit me
A way to mark your life story
a fallen man to be remembered
So, how?
"Be kind to those who deserve ,
be wise to apply a lesson and
provide wisdom for those who listen
and guard your trust not theirs."
A crowd can only notice a glance of your presence
but a small circle appreciates every bit of action
that will forever be put to heart every intentions
and that
can let them remember
not only your name
but a story of how you've risen
to become a good man