Not so long ago, I used to write about love
As if it were overflowing in me.
We write because we think we are overwhelmed
by the feeling that inspires us.
I have discovered today,
that this inspiration we get comes from but a longing.
The words we write down cover up
our true intentions of wanting to feel more.
We write because what we feel
is not enough.
I know this because I have felt enough.
I have felt overwhelmed.
For the first time, I knew what true love was all about.
Since then, not a word was spilled with ink.
I tried to gather my words
only to find out that the one who had taken them
was the love of my life.
That was when I realized,
It was she who had been my masterpiece.
An artwork where I had poured my everything.
An artwork that had come to life.
An artwork that needed no words.
We are never truly inspired until we have nothing left to say.
Until we are left in awe.
My ***** is a dream come true
my ***** is for me and for you
my ***** is a simple get away
for cats and hearts that are astray
my ***** is an action star
and you are the leading lady
you can play with my ***** like a guitar
but please don't leave it off shaking
my ***** is a spectacle
all of the world's wonder in a nutshell
but if there's one thing my ***** needs
it would be time and seeds
it needs to grow because it is small
this poem was just used to stall
Hovering pass the city lights
my mind lies awake
full of the psychedelic treats you offer
latched on the various trances I felt
I make sure it was you
and not the demon who awoke
as a ball of thunderous energy
feeding the insatiable desire for vices and sin
As the body grows lapse
we know things are about to fall apart
leaving us starving for more
and voiding the reality we're in
Our minds retry to go back
while our souls will forever be lost
in the wonder provided by the mysterious ghost
of acid and MDMA
We are journeymen
Always on to the next foot
We set to travel as if we know our destination
Not knowing it's the journey
That casts the die for our dreams and ambition
Roads paved with memories yet to come
Make themselves apparent to all of us
Faced by ambiguity and fear for the next,
We clasp to a certain past which made tonight
Surreal than it will ever be
We find ourselves gazing back to the days
Whose hours were made by little wonders
That last like stars in the sky
Moments that determine who we are
Linger in our hearts, touched by one another
Like brothers in arm
We hurdled through countless days
Learning together in good times and in bad
And by filling up each other's imperfections by our diversity
We discovered a new guise of love
Emotions fuel the memories
It is the reason why
We will only just remember how it feels
We always have choice to look back
But we can never walk back
Because we are journeymen
Always on to the next foot
We may take these steps far from one another
But we will take these steps together
Like we always have, and we always will
*"Good-bye's are only for those who think
they don't have you inside their hearts"
The ray of a thousand suns flash down inside my heart
And like the evening sky, it was filled with sparkles
As the suns explode, a little star came to my attention
Little as it was, its ray was directed to something bigger
Bigger than the suns combined, it laid on a manger
An infant who slept safely in the arms of simplicity
Meant more than the world and all its wonders
From there I knew that the suns will not matter
If the little star had not shed its light inside of me
Because of the infant beneath the little star
I learned the true way of the suns inside
Who's lights were not meant for keeping but sharing
To darker places and darker fields
To those in need and to those who desire it
It is the infant who gave us the light we feel
Who's purpose is nothing else but to save the world
So share the light because it will serve its purpose
Share the light that was given to you so you can give to others
Save the world because you can
Breathe in the air of the past
and relive the memories of our ancestors
forget not the blood
paid for our freedom
which in every drop
holds a martyr's story
The land we live on
is the same land which they died for
Giving us the land
that we borrowed from our children
and not putting it
to any waste
Enrage the heart of our history's heroes
with pride, gratitude and nationalism
for they sacrificed the
sunrise they longed for
to wake us up in the beginning
of the sun we call *freedom