And what do you know,
Look at here.
You see that book.
Grab it.
Read it.

It's covers are old. Dusty. Almost broken.
It's pages are yellow, almost ashen,
But it's letters are readable.

Just grab it.
Read it.

These type of books are the substance
For your mind.
If you feel hungry for knowledge,
Search for one,
Just like this one, here, have it.

Read it as if you were eating
Your favorite food.
Slowly, chewing and chewing,
Bit by bit, as if not wanting
Your food to ever finish.

Remember,

These sort of books with substance,
are what your mind needs.

Grab it.
Read it.

I cannot read your mind,
Nor can I predict your thoughts,
( even if I wish I could )
So how am I to know?

You know,
communication is the key,
that unlocks understanding
And helps everyone coexist
on the same plane of reality.

So when you speak to me,
Speak straightforward,
not cheek on tongue,
Not with metaphors or similes,
just straightforward,
Tell me what you want
And I'll tell you, what I want
Straightforward.

that's it.

And if what I want
And if what you want
Is not the same as what I want
nor the same as what you want
we'll think of something,
together,
to arrive to what we both want,
If not,
We'll think of something,
together,
to arrive to something
entirely different of what we both want.

But we both will decide.

Communicate, be patient, and respect
Each other's wishes, needs, and wants.

Me and you
In the road of over here is now
And in the intersection
Of over there is later
Just walking
Following that road
Not crossing the intersection.

Did you? Did you not?
I know you did.
like I did
when you did not know,
That I did.

But I still did,
I told you I did do,
Right after I did,
So at first you did not know
But then you did know
Because I did
Told you after I did do.

So did you did do too?

Water and the rocks,
Splish and splash, the river goes.
And there,
at the top of the mountain,
The moon hangs above the trees

like a boomerang
It comes and goes
As the night falls

Shh, Hear the waterfalls.
And there,
at the riverbank, a wolf howls.

There was a time
when life
Just like a rhyme
was force
But just like a rhyme
there came a time
When life
was no longer dull

Words, they are just letters,
and letters are just points,
and points are just numbers,
and numbers are...


Well, numbers are numbers.

Though words are really just letters,
and these letters are just points,
points combined in a sequence
sequence that gives a shape
shape that could indicate a location
location that is found by coordinates
coordinates that are just numbers,

Listen brother,

no matter what, I am a lit candle on the table of time:
burning, melting,
until the winds of destiny blow up the flame of my life.

thus no matter what, I'll be with you to lighten your dark times. Just keep me close on the desk of your life. I'll help you see what you can't see in the dark.

I'll be with you. Until I die.

May thunders and lightings fall upon my bones, I want to become dust,
I yearn to be home,

oh heaven oh heaven
Or hell

Could them be my home?

I feel lost in these streets that I have crossed, i feel like I walked trough fire but I did not get burn,
oh god I feel, I feel and it hurts


But it's not my skin that aches,
not my heart but my soul,
It hurts

Thus thunders and lightings fall upon my bones, I want to become dust,
I want to be home

Or rather I want to be nothing

Just gone.

It's just a tear in my eyes,
That breaks my heart, and makes me sad

It's just this tear,
A tiny drop that falls like waterfalls,
Calm,
And then it gains currents,
Fast,
But it relaxes me as if were a lullaby.

I just want to cry,
And feel the stream moisten my skin,
I want to feel the salt in my lips,
As if I were in a beach, away from all of this.

I write what I write
Just to write what I have to write
Because if I write
to not write what I have to write
It'll be like I write
to write what I want to write
But this art of writing
does not work like that

You were like an eye lash stuck in my eye,
I felt you there, but I could not see you,
I always cried but I didn't know why,
You bothered me, and hurt me,
But I pretended nothing was there,
So I rubbed my eye until the tears faded.

The old though wrinkled
are far more flexible in thought
than the young,
they may not stretch physically,
But mentally,
They stretch, slash,
exercise their mind, as the days go on.

This doesn't apply to everyone,
But just a few or some,
And to those, that this apply to,
Maybe old yet wiser than the young.

I'm like a coin in a pocket.
Always falling unpredictably,
and clumsily onto the floor,
I lay there, until someone picks me up.
They get me in their pockets,
And I stay there, feeling safe,
Until once again, I fall onto the floor,
By their careless mistakes,
and they don't even realize it -
that I am gone, until they need me,
To buy something with my worth.

Sleep has always been a part of me
I sleep even in my dreams,
Though sometimes sleep is hard to do
when responsibilities affect sleep
Regardless I dream to sleep and close my eyes
I simply want to just sleep day and night.

a bluebird
sings at night
lovers kiss

Be you but not the you
Everyone wants you to be
Rather the you
that makes you feel at peace
The one that pushes you to climb towards mountains of progress
And never towards a cliff of failure,
where you could find yourself on the edge of madness,
losing your head, and while at it, your sanity,
But hey,
be mindful that while you climb towards success, your foot may slipped with the rocks that get on your way, that isn't failure, it's just a slip and nothing else...

Remember be yourself

Just a little more...

I've been carrying this weight on my shoulders,
My knees are bent. My arms are tired. But I keep walking step by step. Right first. Then left. Yet these roads are filled with potholes. I almost stumbled upon a puddle. But today, I saw the mountain. I'm almost there.

Just a little more...

I was hiding in a pen,
held by a hand,
And as the hand used me,
I was the words
that the hand wrote:

Fresh,
Then dried,

But Still, I was me,

the ink.

I must say,
A part of my soul was left behind,
in the many places where the hand wrote.
And as the hand wrote, in many places,
my lifespan shorten more and more.

Until all that was left of me
Was my vessel, the pen,
the body, that the hand held,

With so much love,

And the parts of me that were left behind,

That weren't tossed into the trash.

Every so often, I wait for your reply,
Here, feeling the keys in my keyboard,
As if the clicking of the keys is telling me
what you have yet to reply,

And I wait,
And I wait,

With fingers in my keyboard, just typing,
unaware if I should send another message,
Or if I should wait

And wait

Till you reply.

It was when the lightbulb in the room,
Turned on.
Then turned off.
That the darkness in the room
enveloped me
in a blanket of pure comfort.

I laid there, fast asleep,
in a bed of nightmares,
that felt as cozy as any dream felt,
Yet when I hugged the pillows of heaven,
I felt the angels pinch my arms
with their feathers of consciousness,
Until I awoke from my slumber,

Bleeding
And bleeding
With regrets
One
after another.

Then the light in my room turned on.

And I was enlighten.

To be your blanket and your bed of dreams,
To be your pillow, the one you could embrace,
it's not what I wish to be
But to be the lover in your life:
The one you could embrace,
The one that could embrace you as well,
That's what I wish to be
Yet to be a lover in your life:
I first need to approach you in the streets,
Or wherever the place that you may be at

Tears were blooming like roses,
Born from the roots of pain, stemming from eyes,
And those eyes, had irises of thorns,
brown and sharp,
And those tears, were falling on cheeks,
Like petals,

With a fragrance that everyone could understand.

Forgive me love,
I've been floating in your currents
Like a castaway who built a boat,
I've been swimming in your currents,
in search for the Earth that I belong,
Where you and I, could build a home,

So forgive me love,
I tried to drown in your love,
But I cannot. I need to breathe.
I need to live. I need to continue give it strokes,
Until I reach the place where we belong.

Sometimes you wonder
what it feels like to kiss

And you want to kiss the world goodbye
And you want to kiss everyone good bye
But you know deep down
That that's not what you want
You know deep down that a kiss is sacred
And that your lips are only meant to kiss

Not death

But life

I do not understand these night words
That come to me like stars,
shining in my thoughts,
I extend my hand to reach to them,
But they are too far away, beyond a sense,
I feel like a child at a flat roof of life,
just swaying in a hammock that God built for me,
But I'm just amazed, flabbergasped to say the least, I simply enjoy watching the stars shine when my brothers watch it with me.

If I was the shoe in your foot,
Who was the sock
that impeded us to touch skin with skin?
Who was that sock,
that received the stinks from your lips and absorbed all of the sweat
from your heated days?
Who was that sock,
That I have to thank?

Oh sweet, delicious nectarine,
that from a tree, you fall to me,
like once love did...
Should I safeguard you in my hands?
To rot forever with my flesh?
Like once love did...
Or should I bite and feed from you?
To taste you whole and fall for you
Like once you did to me....
Oh sweet, delicious nectarine,
Why do you do this to me?

I was like a wheel rolling,
Just rolling
Moving
Your feelings
My feelings
Till we got upset stomachs
No more butterflies
fluttering in our hearts,
just sick
from all this rolling
Just sick
from all the moving

So i stop rolling
So I stop moving you

And that was it

love left me before I learnt to love
It was right there
at the touch of a fingertip

but I was afraid...

I kept pulling my hand closer to my chest.
And there, it rested on a grave.

Like a ring around your finger,
I remained with you
Until you removed me

until you lost me

To be your arms, and feel your warm.
To be your body, and feel you whole,
I may want, I may want, or I may not

for if I'm your arms, then I would feel how you feel
when you touch her and not me
For if I'm your body, then I would feel how you feel,
but not, how you feel about me.

For then I would be you and I won't be me.
For then you nor I would exists.

A star came to be me
shooting screams
granting your wishes,
Darling.

Aren't you happy that I finally feel?

Often I was numb
drifting somewhere
other than in me

My thoughts used to be yours

That's all I could think about

You
You
You

I became numb to my feelings
I wasn't me
I was you in me
searching for me
In you
because I lost me
I lost me in you

But on the other end,
I lost you, not in me, but in you.
you were meant to lose yourself in me
And me in you
Thus we, both, would still be
You and me
but me in you, and you in me,
but both still being us:
interchanged, intertwined,
us becoming the other
Until we found ourselves
lost in each other


But I lost me in you
And turned numb
Till I became a star
shooting screams
Granting your wishes
darling

Awaking
To find my way out
Out of this lost relation.

You are One in a million
But a million in one
It's what I want

Yet you are nowhere to be found

I cried yesterday night
in hopes
that a tear
would be you

right there
under the moonlight
caressing my cheek
making me feel
as if you
were there

with me

embracing me in your arms

Our hearts beating
to the sound of crickets
And our minds
lost in each other eyes

And I just cried...

I cried a tear and only one

Before you arrived

These eyes as brown as Earth
And these tears that flow like rivers
are the land where you walk on
are the water you drink from
yet these very same eyes
are the very same eyes
that keep a watch on you.

And with this,
I conclude my search
I've given up

Though if I search one more time
I may find me some nice info

Perhaps wiki will have the answers
Perhaps google engine
could lead me to the solution

Or may be, yahoo.com?

But ultimately, there's tons of info
to read
There's lot of info
to look at
That I always get caught upon reading
But I don't read
what I am supposed to

Yet it's the same in life, at least it seems to,
There's a lot of people to talk to
There's a lot of people to get to know
But I don't talk to the ones I need to
I always talk to those who by labor of destiny
I stumbled upon on a daily basis
Yet it seems that by fate
I must defy my destiny and follow what I must
For if I follow what I must
I may find my answers
And my solutions

At the highway
A man speeds up his mustang
like he does his life

with hands in pocket
a man shrugs to gravelly days
feet kicking pebbles

wiggling tail
a husky barks at a leash
like yelling for freedom

a woman at church
with rosary in hands lights the room
like votive candles

My eyes, a see-through window
full of smudges,
Light can barely pass through them,
It's hard to see in and out.
Though people still stand in front of them: waving as if trying to clear the smudges with their hands
But all I see are their intentions becoming more blur :(

I threw letters at a sheet of paper
as if they were darts
aiming towards the center of the readers heart
But I never had a good aim

All the letters targeted my heart.

Sally-Sam 'silently' sings in her mind 'aloud'
her mama screams: "Sally-Sam!"
But Sally-Sam startled, wide-opens her eyes.

She asks: "Mama, can you read my mind?"

Sally-Sam is six, skinny, and sweet.
She swirls with her flowery skirt, legs crossing in twirls,
with shoulders sassily scintillating a shrug.

her mama says, "come here, silly girl!"

But Sally-Sam still in shock stays in her spot.
Unsound, still silently singing her song,
she asks again, "mama, can you read my mind?"

Her mama says, "Sally-Sam!"

And Sally-Sam giggling and with a big smile says,

"Mama! How do you know my song?"

An ignorant man knows how ignorant he is
only when he knows he knows nothing
otherwise he is ignorant of how ignorant he is.
Yet an ignorant man who knows how ignorant he is,
In itself, cannot be, just an ignorant man.

Seems today it's just this empty bottle on the table
Me and a couple of strangers
Sitting in front of the bending machines
It's always like this, isn't it?

We gaze to every corner of the room, to every direction as if looking for another human to interact with, expect we never gaze into each other eyes.

Sigh

Someone just left...

--

Ive been meaning to write more often than ever
But exams have been consuming my thoughts
They have no energy to run
And who am I kidding? It's not my thoughts
but me whose energy has been depleted

Often I thought it was him, rather us,
Who didn't have energy to go on
Who didn't have electricity to keep a relationship going
But There was no chemistry
there was no relationship
Only chats
Conversations
that hold a meaning
and a couple of memories
that all lead back
to a screen
to this screen

I'm certain


That whomever reads those conversations
would think
It's just another one of my poems...

Ah to hell with this,
Some loves are born dead
They are meant to not live

Though they would still make you bleed
To experience pain
Through a c section
That'll scarred you forever

And it'll hurt twice as ever

Because you'll never experience the joy
of seeing Love grow

L.L.

All I know is that when depression slaps me,
It slaps me hard.
Yet I just turn the other cheek around,
Until it slaps me one more time,
Then I slap it back,
Twice as hard, just to knock it out.
To Leave it unconscious for a while.

I long for the day, education would be free
Where studying is not an obligation
But a passion to know about our world
Where hunger is a forgotten word
amid our stomachs
But not amid our souls

I long of the day, when starvation would
**** no one but the spirits of evil doers
To be reborn
Into a world
Where those who work work:
As a means of filling up their spiritual void,
of giving their time to our world,
of Passing up time for the sake of protecting those
who would decide to live a normal life,

But also
As a means of getting closer to God.

Walking upon these sidewalks,
Surrounded by pines and by a road
where cars pass by,
I wonder if you were here,
Would you walk upon these sidewalks,
Or would you drive that road
where cars pass by...
As if there was no time for a walk?