When my time  comes
I'll greet death like an old friend
a kiss on the cheek like a lover
And in its arms
I shall be embraced
Like a son
Who went home

I offer compliments
to your flaws
  so you won't repaint
what God made you unique
and hoping
I'll find the right words
   to make this last
so I can stay with you
  for one more lifetime

Her perfume smells different when she went home .
I smelled the same scent when I met him .

I'm pretty sure Iloveyou's are made from gold
I found yours rusted

How long has it been since I first held your hand,
Your love,
like fine wine that gets better as the years go by
and your lips
that tastes like the next 80 years of my life with you.
Mahal,
with each step we take on this journey of love and life
I'll forever cherish your care and offer you every bit of my strength that this life has to provide.
As we reached 8 years together,
I'll always find ways to prove
that this love
is the love that I only need
in this lifetime that we share
together forever

The view to being sober,
   blurred in a way I can't find the start,
I called you to lead the way
she was sick of it all
and decided to hang up

With the constant loop I tried to end
it directed me to a greater cycle
that I couldn't climb my way out of,
   I begged for help
but all I see is people moving on to a life where I'm only fit for the past
and change is impossible to swallow
  when regret starts to claw it's way out
for you to feel the pain of the things you choose to exist.

Difference between
your lover that does not pretend
and
   the actor who kisses you on cam
is that
     I won't leave you after the scene
and I wont stop
when they tell me to "cut"

The rain, flows where my tears wanted to land,
in the ground where I once held you,
it drops on my body where you once kissed,
the only difference
is your marks won't be erased
with just a drop of weather
that reminds me of you

A bright day
won't cover up the ****** days
you'll only inhale a good wind
  and later on
walk the path you mistook
to bringing you peace.

Oh sheer luck and will has run out dry
the odds of your hands makes you
want to fold
but life isn't that easy
that you only need to say is "I quit"
it takes time
  and the hands of my clock
have been like a broken back
and in every move
the pain

As we kissed in a bar,
your lips tried to send a sign
I asked you if you're alright
You said "almost there"

It's a cold evening
   And I told you that I'm in love,
I asked if you felt the same way
And you said "almost there"

      Few weeks have passed
as I hold your hand,
  your heart now shares the same beat as mine
    I asked for the last time
  
" When's the moment till I can call you my wife"

"My love, we are almost there"

F-or the father who left us empty
U-gly is a man that breaks his vows
C-ared less for the best yet cared more for the mistress
K-issed my mother on the cheek you let her hang on the cross          ............just for you to satisfy your lust

Y-our lies echoed on the family table , denying every sin
O-pened roads that will lead to burnt bridges
U-nderstanding the lie to never noticed the truth

My father, this is my message to you

When an atheist loves a religious woman
He might question his own beliefs because of her
To think a miracle is holding his hand and a blessing holding his heart
Would he look up and pray or just thanking the stars?

Isn't love a time traveling feeling?
How her scent remains on my clothes
as my heart catches that memory
from a fragrance
that takes me back to a moment I felt home
a past, where not only my nose
gets to enjoy the feeling of you
but every piece of flesh
that longed for an embrace
of your existence.

And as reality snaps me back
tears dropped as I looked around,
a room full of the shadows
that haunt me with our unfinished love
and on my hand
is a piece of clothing
that I can grasp a memory of you
while the present still aches with regret
to live a future constantly holding on
   for you to comeback

How desperate we are
to maintain our habits,
   we often trade parts of ourselves
just to feel that rush
whenever we sober up
and latch on to that feeling
up to the very end.

The other lung
for a pack of cigarettes,
that spare kidney
for case of beer
and the worst one
trading a trusted friend
for a gram,
Alas at the end of the day
no matter how much earthly treasure you possess in this world of trades,
  you can never bargain the time
that is lost
and another chance for everything
  to change

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

Beer doesn't go well with love
   Like a recorder it takes you back
From words you don't want to hear
  To memories that made you love and fear

For a beer fills the stomach
    Yet it makes my heart spill the truth
Rather waking up drunk
     While slowly letting go of you

In an another multiverse
      The other me might be better
Skinny and with goals in his mind
       and a beautiful heart

But he may have the riches
         and the expensive watches...

I have you in this universe
        My road may be broken  
             from the decisions I made
yet you held my hand
       And that's makes my universe
      better than the others

Lucky is the man
  who has a woman
that kisses him
     in times his lips
           drenched in blood
for fighting over his fear
  and
as she felt the bruises on her tongue
          her soul knew
he was worth
     every lifetime.

Mother always told me
"Run like a horse as you head over to your goals"

but the horse inside me resembles that of Bojack the Horseman
and running away has been a forte

Constantly struggling
thinking what will life be
if only I chose the right decisions

that make my world
a little more worth staying

You can't taste your tears
   when she wipes it away
before it reaches your lips

I guess luck
comes in different shapes
and mine took form of a woman.
A humble personality
that  matches the angels
It's as if God let down
one of His children
made me hold her hand
and gave me a heaven
that I can reach

I'm going to be a father
Yet my heart does not comprehend
      My youth faded earlier
my shoulders grew heavier each day

As I handle the weight, she handled-more...
I was too young
So I lust over different women
They gave me a taste of what was lost..
But I forgot what will I even gain for
                  temporary pleasure

As I looked her in the eye I saw the
       broken songs we once sung
Her voice cracked like it was too much
                  for her to speak
The hatred she held for me for being a
                             misfit

But God I was too crazy for my youth
       I forgot she was preparing for -  
                       our future

Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips

How love can make you creative,
    it can make you write poems
           that focuses on her existence,
      where her lips tastes like fine wine
  or her eyes can see the richness
           inside your poetic soul
                 that latches on metaphors
          and claiming that you use it
                as a tool for keeping her sane.

Love can make you creative,
          as your words dance,
    she dances as well
to the beat of your heart,
         as you finish the final piece,
she'll calmly rest on your shoulder,
       her hair like the strings of a violin
and as you strum it gently
           it'll turn to a lullaby
      that at last you can lay down
knowing your soul
         is finally home.

They said monsters are under your bed
      with big claws
            and sharp teeth
some called it the boogeyman

mine offered me a seat
       at our dining table
with firm hands
       and a perfect smile
I called him dad

Toss a coin in an old well
  for a wish to have a maiden so fair,
into the abyss I succumb and dwell
  to take back my love, my lost pair.

How long I have searched for you,
  in cities of different lights,
only to find out that if love is true
   it will come to you in sparkly eyes.

She's an alarm clock to my sleepy soul,
   the lullaby to my wakeful heart,
a lover who stands her ground to
  watch you grow,
and a woman that loves all your pieces of art.

Mahal,
One more chance

Even a five star food on the table
  can turn inedible
       cause of one star parenting
no matter what plate
a parent can cook    
    if he fills the child with misery
all things turn sour

I dream a silly dream
   my poems were  dancing
in a moonlight sky my words float
and rained on your head
  
I dream a lovely dream
     my hands held yours in a drunken night
    as we walked on a road we used to call home
         Gazing on those eyes the moment skyrocketed so high no pill can do

I dreamt of you in many ways
   kissing booths on a carnival
to drinking sessions on a side way
   I've never felt so euphoric
as the day these lips kissed yours

As I woke up from those dreams
I couldn't wait for bedtime
              reality kills me when you're not the one

Why latch on a lover
who couldn't even shed a tear for you?

Does your pillow know
How you cried for her in a bar
Only to go home
with a drowning heart

For you held the beer bottle
More than her hand
You chugged it down
Hoping it will be emptier
Than you ever can

When will I stop calling you whenever I'm drunk?
It feels like the alcohol over flows my mind
As if I'm pretending not to miss you
whenever there's no alcohol in the table
but forgotten memories begin to appear
in a bottoms up
I yearned for you once more

Is this it?
   The fate that has been sealed for me?
Beer bottles, empty packs
and a twisted mind
only to write poetry
for the ones
   who share the same demons
that fills their cup.

What's good for the mind
is clearly bad for the soul
you empty your pockets
    so the whiskey fills the void
while waking up only to find pennies
  to take a cab
that leads you to a place
where only your hang over self
can find rest

and that is
home

I'll love you til my heartbeat slows down
and imitates a soft whisper that mentions your name

As the moonlight looks at you from
the highest of clouds
  the waves splash to the rocks
making a sound that resembles
how my heart will break
if you leave

Tell me you love me
and let this heart rest from the past
   as long as your tongue spills the truth
            I can take love a one last shot


          See through the smiles
              Let yourself be swallowed by my voice
                  if you found the flaw within these eyes
                       then I'll echo your name in my room
                                 so if you leave
                                     my heart will go with you

May love bring me to you
   Like a warm fire
         that hugs you in a rainy night
   a burning bush you came to me
        That's when I knew
       God makes miracle happen
A little delay wont hurt the process
    but it takes time
to embrace the pain
     And more time to love you more

I know nothing about tomorrow
But I sure know what it feels like.

A bed with empty spaces
sleeping beside women with different faces.
To try and forget what lingers in my dreams
to try and remember love without the we.

Yet here we are clinging to uncertain wishes
still I wish for you in a million chances.

Now, I might say It's all said and done
Waking up another day without the one.

Music drowns the room as our bodies
     sway like the tide.
The audacity to stay in someone's life
   just to become a fantasy,
    Hoping prayers can be granted just by  a press of a button

         As the rain tasted like yesterday's memories.
I've been dying for reality the whole time when the moment you left

As we finally concluded what our end is,

you grabbed me by the hand once more,

reminiscing the days where this used to be
a piece of me that symbolizes home

   and it begged for you to not let go of it.

Lips that will never taste each other's love,

eyes locked but this gaze will now be last,

words full of emotions but will never say

the three words that molded us to speak of our forgotten tomorrows

Fingers touch but never held on

to a promise of forever and always

and paths will never cross again
as we both said "good bye"