solEmn oaSis

Feb 2016

Christian Danner

I want something that I cannot have. I cannot have it because I don't truly know what it is. I've seen it polished and propped as if it were on display and I've heard the stories of how much time and effort it took to make it look as such. But I want it. I want love. I want the idea of it at least.
I want the fights brought about by events simpler and less important than the time we wasted to have them. I want to be pained by the sight of her pain and know that the feeling of knives piercing my chest when I see her cry is there because I would literally drive them there myself, if only to prevent her tears.
I want our laughs to intertwine over the smallest things and our conversations to stretch our minds over the biggest. I want to see you sleep at night and I'll smile because I know that you're finally at peace. And I want you to smile when you wake up because you know that I'm fighting to make your reality better than your dreams.
I want love. I want romantic love, I want crazy love. I want passion. I want to pick you up in my arms and in that brief present get lost in your presence. I want to be in you when I am in you and have you wish that I would stay forever. I want to be in your heart and mind, and I want our love to be torturous and blind.
I just want love. I want the idea of it at least.

#love

Feb 2016

SøułSurvivør

when the words flow

off the roof
like
rain
from
the
gutters
eaves
filling
with
blue
berry
ink
i
taste
the
sweetness
on
the
warm
tongue
of
pages
before
they

blow

away
with
my

breath
.

SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2016

#poetry #world #rain #sweet #taste #blueberries

solEmn oaSis Feb 2016

" the cycle of eternity "

creator, creations, creatures,
chance, choose, changes,
poems poet poetry
above and beyond infinity

Earth Wind Water and fire
through our eyes, we can lire
British or French language
Filipino, American, has own luggage

everyone weighing its burden
somebody carrying that origin
coming from nowhere
existing and now here

Just like the "r e m i n d e r" by Christina
and the fact about the "5 SENSES"
by Craig Harrison who gave me stamina
for me to wreck those concrete fences

le comps in her "Learn something new every day,"
"Maybe It Is Just An Idea" by Christian Danner
and "when the words flow" of SoulSurvivor
helps me to realized "the cycle of eternity"

it feels good to be back :)

#hell #heaven #purgatory

Feb 2016

The Poetic Architect

Tahanan

021716

Babalik akong hindi mala-dayuhan,
Pagkat ikaw ang aking Bayan.
Hindi ko titipirin ang pag-ibig
Gaya noong tila latak na lang
sa iyong pandama.

Hindi sapat ang isang araw,
Kahit tunay at tapat ang pagsuyo.
Sisikat ang araw, ako'y samid sa distansya
At tanging pangako Sayo
Siyang pabaon sa takipsilim.

Sayo ang pito kong araw;
Hayaan **** iukit ko ang sistema ng puso
Na may tema ng panahon at oras.
Hindi na ako mangingibang-bayan, Sinta.
Tahan na, ako'y palapit na sa aking Tahanan.

Para sa mahal kong Lungsod ng Puerto Princesa. Pagkat alam kong sa mga panahong ito, ako'y itinanim ng Diyos para mamunga sayo. Hindi ko na kailangang magtiis sa lingguhang pag-uwi na may kalakip na 5.5 oras buhat sa El Nido para lamang makapagserbisyo sa kanya.

Minsan, may iilan talagang magtatanong ukol sa pananampalataya ko o kung bakit ginagawa ko yung ginagawa ko. Isa lang siguro: pagkat kailanma'y hindi ko kayang ipagpalit ang pangako ko sa Kanya. Kaya kahit ano pang pagsubok, ako'y babalik at babalik pagkat ako'y tinawag Niya! Purihin si Lord! Amen!

#home #tagalog

solEmn oaSis Jan 2016

s P S :

some people say
i am an alcoholic
but i always say
i do work like a dog! wor-kahol-ic

i hate violence
coz i do love silence
i hate arguement
coz i do love agreement

people say some
unwholesome talks
but it's okay folks
just do what makes you awesome

i'd rather like detractor's flee
who made them selves so true
and i won't like to disagree with those false praisers
as long as they aren't doing my dislikes

say some people
whose being honest
now and then whom stats are triple-double
treasure them cheerfully in most valuable persons

no matter how they jumbled your word play
just show your moves with an exciting foreplay
express your self on and off poetry but don't become the cause of delay
for sincere Poets Surely save Poem Scripted on their simultaneous Poetic Soul

yours truly,

solEmn

Post Script :

when i come back
i am gonna be posting....
*" the cycle of eternity "

how i am longing to see you all again here fellas !
have a nice days....keep on posting here @ Hello Poetry!

#poem #poetry #poet #people

Jan 2016

ryn

Heart wasn't Where the Home was...

I was a shape in my cosy little shell,
I stayed...
I nestled.
My cookie-cutter thoughts would
occasionally rebel...
And stray to the windows.
But still they were imprisoned by the
walls that surrounded.

I would steal bashful peeks
out a window.
I'd let my senses take unrestricted flights,
as I stared into the grandeur of the carnival
that seemed to have sprouted overnight...

Just beyond the confines of my home.

"What a marvellous circus!" I'd think...
I'd gawk with child-like adoration
and never blink.

The universe lay sprawled
in a celebration of systematic chaos.
It stretched far into the horizon...
A delight to the senses,
perceived through such young eyes.
The world had told me stories.
They were like fireworks
that speared up to the sky.

I wanted to be a part of the jubilee...
I longed for the validation of my existence.
I wished to claim the gift of life bestowed upon me.
I'd resent being held hostage by my indoctrinated ignorance.

I was a shape.
I knew I was a square.
I knew I had a home...
But not within those four walls.
Simply because...
My heart wasn't there.

#growingup #hellopoetry107 #shapeseries