I have learnt to deal with being alone at an early age
saying goodbye with simple hands gestures
“Goodbye!
goodbye
I smile like a mute warrior within:
To Hazel, Jennifer, Marline and
And most recently my best friend
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Instead of saying it from my heart
I wave to him for a less than a minute
Looking straight ahead to the future
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You must never allow surprise feeling
To sneak up on you,
at the end
This kind of feeling would either break us
Or strengthen us
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Always think of the prayer positions
the tight folding of the hands,
the goodbyes and the hand gestures
of awkward moments during
our final farewell

When your heart refuses to accepted love
You must clear your heart and let it go.
Or should you take it really, really slow
Look up above, look up above
for inspiration

A wild card or a life time gamble
a rush of adrenaline might  boost you
Or perhaps a sudden stumbles and fumbles
might defies your actions
Day or our lives, clearly in view

Heart of darkness shield like overcast
Upon a wounded heart
Oh! What a mighty task
Awaken by the light of dawn at last
in the shape of sterling silver mask
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When dreams become reality:
It’s no longer a dream.
Heartbreak knows no gender

The blackbird lands on my window.
singing sweet songs of melodies
the same time everyday
such lovely songbirds
~
I knew
That he was delivering a message
His soft bird’s beak compose a soft melody
As close to a well-written composed symphony
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The sun shine bright
Upon the window pane,
“What’s it: my little friend?”
would you like for me to
“ go outside and feel the
  lovely sun upon my face?
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Spring is finally here,
Spring is finally here
Hip, hip hooray
~
The warm weather encourage my tulips to emerge
my red roses opening to the sun
With smiley gestures
Welcome spring with a warm embrace

Dispassionate Objectivity #2
The helicopter hovers over the neighborhood
I listened to the hiss of the radiator. Often I'd
awaken in the wee hours, somehow this morning
evokes a mother's greatest fear: and deepest pain
about burying her only child.
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Only God know what happen to flight three seventy
Have it been stolen?
Once again it crowd in the skies
Somehow, as years goes by it seem to
more dangerous than football grounds
So many question, but not enough answers
~~3
Unfortunately, only God know what lurks in the hearts
Of reckless people
Ones can only say, so many times
“Look what they gone and do”
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  Your Home, your sanctuary
your comfort zone
However, when you are blown to smithereens
From a building gas explosion
useless tears , silent prayers

After they are gone
Nothing seem the same anymore
No matter how much you stare at the door
Or adapt your hearing range for that special click
In hope of hearing that crackling tick
The thrilled is gone
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Now we avoid each other
Like the poisoned pawn
Once he was a rock
in my golden pond

I have wanted other things:  more than anything
,

The thing I wanted most
was a Barbie doll
Nana said that it was useless and a waste of money
So instead Nana brought me three beautiful summer dresses
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When I was about ten years old, I wanted a Barbie doll with golden hair
Instead they brought me a cheap doll with no hair;
and some frilly days of the week underwear

Every part of my doll kept coming apart
I remember my little brother chewing on the doll feet leaving bite marks
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I had to keep the doll away from kettles, candles, radiators and even the hot sun
Once I leave it near an electric water kettle: To my surprise I never knew that
Cheap plastic usually melt
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When I was about fourteen, I wanted to go to the country fair with my friends
To experience the life of a teenager,
Instead granddad got out his vintage bell and Howell movie cameras
and said to me “watch your friends from afar with these new lens”
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I wanted others things more than anything else besides
Being under the watchful eyes of my grandparents:
I wanted to be that kind of kid that who stayed out late and get into trouble:
I wanted to be that badass defiance one