From my good share of memories,
Life long moments of happiness and torments,
From the time I took your glance,
I had yo site and a grasp of your attention,
I gave you my hand,
Hold this for me..

Been here for a while,
I've known love,
I've known strife,
Through life's betrayals and lies,
I gave you my heart,
Hold it for me,

Time is precious to a man,
So is a love of a woman,
Age past,
U showed me love beyond lust,
In a fierce storm and dust,
I gave you my trust,
Hold this for me,

No guild in life,
It was all worth my time,
What we had was my guide,
Had my smile,
When trouble came stomping upon my tiles,
Through sleepless nights,
I gave you my love,
Hold this for me,

I had find peace,
I had find home,
But age weather like a crisp upon a touching a tongue,
And memories slip like water on between hands,
I take comfort on when I hear your name,
For you were a long lasting love song,

So one last time,
As I say good bye,
Till I find you in the next life,
Here is my ring,
Hold this for me..

My dear unborn child
I wish to be there when you step on the outside world
But don't be sad, not too long this war shall end
Be good to the woman I love exponentially, your mother.
Don't keep her awake during night hours
Don't make her throw up every food she takes
Inside that bowl is when her smile is the brightest
With her no harm shall come on to you but blessings shower
The memories of us as a family, graceful like molten gold or a roaring ocean of violent emotion
Always pulsing, surging, touching my soul in that darkest of places
You two are my soulmate soldiers who win my battles


I fight in the frontline of battlefields and win
But I fail to stand a day without thinking of our reunion
Enemies fall by my rifles while I keep praying for you and I shall not cease
My heir, dare to share love with those you care about
Be aware things can be galactic winds ruffle your golden hopes and infuse your aura with flecks of stardust on this mystical path we call life
Don't be in despair, life isn't always fair and take care of your mom beyond compare, especially when I'm not there
It'll be worth the pain at the end.

Yours,
Dad.

It comes with the song
The melancholy air
That feeds my lungs
The reminder that I am loosing
wasting away with the passing of the wind
That I cannot reach you
And the memory lingers still
The past haunts me
When im alone in the dark it whispers
That I shouldn't have let go
Abandoned your touch
Forsaken your kisses
It then justifies
How you made me feel alive
I shouldn't have destroyed us
How I burnt for you
That I still do
Bright orange at the sight of you
That You were ice
Sugar, spice and everything nice,
The water,
The thing that cooled the fire in me
conceiving snow flakes on Sunday afternoons
letting some green grow on Thursday nights
Breathing next to you on Monday mornings
I shouldn't have let go
If I call,
Will you be here?
Will you come?

I still remember our best days we had
You made me smile and forget the odds
It wasn't enough but I was glad among lads
It's sad how fast time can past and live in memories


I have lost the grip, but not love and affection I have for you
As I gaze around the coast and want to put the awe and wonder through you
I want to speak your language and touch the hearts with my fingertips



People are subjective, others are objective and lucrative
But truth is absolute, so are you my old lost friend
Your compassion and tenderness, the rhythm and taste are just.

Of all the great songs of victories, fairytales and idioms
In all the beauty and utter riddles of the languages, you still amaze
Poetry, come back to me and at our best and let's glaze!

Written by Whitney William.


I see you,
You,
behind the wide smile,
the intimidating curve,
beyond the lights,
past the scars,
the markings that carves your skin,
the souvenirs of your ugly past,
I see you,
You.
The perfect beat within.

I see you,
You,
behind the bright eyes,
the fake countenance,
beyond the blooming of springs on your face,
past the facade,
the various ways you wear your masks,
the shield from people's eyes ,
I see you,
You,
the real beat within.

I see you,
You,
behind the tough voice,
the in-built confidence,
beyond the loudness of your presence,
past the noise,
the efforts to get noticed,
the struggles to be acknowledged,
I see you,
You,
the important beat within.

I see you,
over your past,
over your errors,
over the aftermath of the oppression,
the heartbroken,
the faulted,
the weak,
the denied,
the forgotten,
I see you,
You,
over all that,
not the misplaced foot,
but the perfect, real, and important beats,
that makes You who you are.
The precious, fragile jewel,
Darling,
I see you.

Here I lay,
on a dampen floor
my body soaked in my tears
wishing the earth opens up and wraps me in it's arms,
just for a little while.

I moan over the lost nights,
the lost days,
the wasted time, that the heavens,
no matter how much I pray,
won't give them back.
I moan over the lost for you.

I gave so much, on purpose,
chose to stand by you, on purpose,
opted the happy that came from throwing myself to you,
willingly,
selfishly,
foolishly,
on purpose.

My hair is wet from this salty liquid,
my heart is still under your shoe,
my body wishes it could jump out,
fast,
from this layer of skin,
and the pitiful brain that said yes to you.

As I loved you,
you loved yourself,
as I waited on you,
you sought to please your ego for a mistress,
saying sorry for it,
going against your way to apologize,
saying sorry for a chance to do it all over again.

Nothing was missing.
When you found me,
nothing was missing inside of me,
I was whole.
Naive, but whole,
unaware what self love was,
but whole.
Yet I though nothing was missing,
I thought then, you could be a piece to complete me.

And burning with regrets,
I gulp it all down,
because you taught me pride.
I bury my head in pride not to regret,
for the chances and moments,
you opened the door for me
and I chose not to leave.

I weep not for our love,
but for my love.
Hating myself because I didn't love me enough then.
Not even at all,
to care about the person who was really fading away,
with the wind, with every Sun that rose,
and every Moon that sent her to sleep.
Not even at all,
to care about me.

And here I lay,
on a dampen floor,
when I am done crying I'll be back for all that you stole,
claim the parts of me you so forcefully took away,
and I will win,
because you held a marker and drew for me pain,
you held a marker and drew for me survival.


Now I hope,
the next one you meet
won't end up in the trash can,
where you put me.
You made me mature,
I hope someday you grow up too.