Flowers, candies and things so dear,
Poems and paeans, you won’t even care to hear;
I used to yearn for you and sing you lullabies
But now dear fickle, I’m bidding you good bye;

Gone now, are the roses and chocolates
and then again, sweet nothings and moonlit dates
Forget about fairy tales and Cupid’s arrows
**** those subtle lies, stupid Romeos borrow

Another listless prose, as it may seem,
No flowery thoughts, nor sugar and cream;
Only stale and rancid caffeine boost,
One thing my dear, for all of these, all is still not lost.

No ifs and buts, and secrets left unspoken,
Only heartaches untended and promises broken.
Vague delusions of happy endings come to nothing;
One kiss good-bye isn’t even worth remembering.

don’t leave me!
mama, baba, hold me for I am scared
with the rising water-walls
and the cold dark sky sometimes lit
by a sudden bright twisted light,
and the loud noisy boom that follows it.

you promised me;
mama and baba,
you’ve told me that we’re goin’ on a boat ride
to a new land and see once again the bright blue sky,
away from the bad men whose shinies
that turns red when they swing them
at any little boys and girls, and mamas and babas.
you told me that where we go, flowers bloom and grow
and children like me can once again run and play.

at first i laughed and squealed,
everytime the small boat went up and down.
at first i saw you smiled and then wondered why you suddenly frowned.
then i saw in the distance
the white cotton clouds turning grey, and the water-walls around us rising
and i felt the cold slaps of the roaring wind, and you dear mama,
your smiles turned to cries,while you held me tighter.
like this is our last goodbye.

hold me and don’t let go;
comfort me,mama and baba,
tell me that the new land is near,
hold me tight and kiss me, for they take away my fear.
why is the sea angry baba, is it because we went away?
why is the world angry baba, when all i wanted is to play.
soothe me mama, sing to me once more.

crack! we hit something, and then you were gone
i went under, and see nothing but black,
when i rose again, i see no one, but i have heard your cry
where are you, mama and baba, i don’t know how to swim.
i can not reach the bottom, and the walls come crashing in.
i am slowly falling, i’m tired of getting back.

i am slowly losing air, mama and baba
but you were nowhere near.
i can still hear you faintly in the distance,
and i really wish that you were here.
somewhere deep within me, something felt like it’s leaving
maybe it’s the little big boy inside me, maybe, i don’t know.
yet all i hear right now, is him saying, don’t forget me.

don’t forget me mama, for now, i’m going home…

i fell in love with you, at the first taste;

you beckon me, like a ***** from araneta -
“come hither, nay not thither, let's share our passion for the night,
for a cheap price, let's revel like lovers in delight”
but oh, how can i love you?

you are dark as mud, as dark yet rich, like sin;
you drawn me near, with your earthy and sensuous aroma.
oh, how heavenly your scent is. and you draw me nearer like a dog
drawn naturally by a bone.

oh your warmth, it delights me, like a hearth on a cold december night.
like a warm woman's body, you entice me, making me wanting to touch you,
feel you, like feeling a woman's breast, kissing her red, full lips, and feel the
warmth of the flesh between her legs.

i tasted you for the first time;
you are at first, bitter, like memories of a broken heart; you evoke my saddest
ruminations, the loss of a beloved. the first taste, bitter, but slowly evolving to sweetness, like the luscious kisses of a paramour. lips upon lips, tongue upon
tongue. the first taste brings out a cacophony of feelings and emotions, the
taste of warm chocolate.

i savour you,
your every scent and every taste from a cup of warm batirol-seared chocolate;
like lovers on a warm steamy night, we make love.
every sip, like a slow penetrating ******; slowly, yet surely, we waltz into the night,
dark as sin, yet tastes like heaven.

all good things have their end, and you my dear, is almost fully consumed.
with one last ******* gulp, i cherished you. let your final taste linger for a few moments and sear your delightful offering into my heart. i may have finished my drink,  but you have left me wanting for more.

i ordered another cup.

i yearn for a world devoid of struggle,
where peoples are one, respectful of other people.
where bonds transcend gender, colors, beliefs, and creeds.
a world devoid of wants, and people live simply with their needs.

i would love to walk along the streets, unhindered by fear.
tread along the pathways safely, something, i long so dear.
let the place i live upon, be absent of violence, crimes, and hate.
across divides, let the peoples be united, living as one blissful state.

if only in this world, no one lives in hunger.
everybody learns to share their resources, no matter how meager.
let no single child be abandoned, un-cared and unwanted.
let the whole world be one big village; foster everyone, and care be warranted.

but no, this world, i realized, is only just a dream;
with all the chaos, hopeless as it may seem.
people fighting, nations warring, where can peace reside?
when will this ocean of blood and tears subside?

when will this world be healed from strife?
when will the people stop sending others to the after-life?
when will this world be truly free?
all those questions i'm asking, i hope, it's not just me?

people sway to your poignant ballads,
for you, it's but an empty stage.
your songs bring you all the pain.
short though your life may be,
but hope you've given.
to all who's hurt.
still, you were
gone too
soon.

Tonight we’ll share the heavens;
Souls knitted into one,
Fly together we, the ochre moontrails,
on gossamer wings.

The decanter overflows with nectar;
its sweetness permeates the ethereal void,
like ephemerous orbs when touched
by the hands of a child.

The secret Garden’s lit by Eos’ mirth;
polychromatic hues emanate from glassine showers;
Gait filling the place, radiating in splendor,
Warming every psyche in its solace.

Silence may, yet rule the void;
Plenary peace acquiesced e’en for a nanosecond.
Then from some aperture, a tiny tingle crescendos,
as the angelic host thunder their majestic heralds.

Come with me now my beloved;
Dry I your tears with lotus petals,
Come with me now, reach out your hand
and together we’ll share a millennium in a succinct moment
in this paradise called DREAMS.

don't forget me;
my fight has left me,
drifting on the aegean
away from the fires of heathens, yet swallowed by the deep, never to be amongst the free.

fight for me;
not just with guns nor bullets.
sing my passing for the world to hear,
that i had left my home to be free,
away from strife, death and tyranny.
let others live a life free from fear.

don't pity me, no more;
though i have passed on, i am free.
just bury me under the ground,
and place a simple marker and flowers on its mound.
let our names be your banners; let them fly.
spell the name of freedom in the sky,
that future generations in it will live.
let it be the legacy our struggle will give.

don't forget me.

i can tell you only one thing,
my sight searches for you,
like the dawn searching for the
orange hue of the waking sun.

i love you,
not just because you are the portrait
the muses dote on;
the brightest stars may,
shed their infinte radiance to you my dear;
but you to me, are my endless light,
a light that refreshes my ageing soul.
and you, my beloved, are seared into my heart;
like an oxbrand that tames a maverick.

if you do not love me,
do not befriend me.
for every moment that you stay on,
my love for you will,
like a flame on a candle that
continues to light on till i am no more,
and i will go on being drawn to you as a moth, being
drawn to its demise; the fiery light that proved false.

instead, my dear,
toss me into the deepest chasm
where the roaring tempests will wash away,
all my lingering thoughts of you.
until little by little, i shall stop remembering
that you were once, my yearning.
and once i forgot you my darling,
you will no longer be my haunt.

but before my impalpable longing,
for you, my sweet, turns to ashes,
let me tell you this;
yet, you were the hope, that led me to
nowhere, you were still, the hope that kept me on.
and after that, mon amie, i shall have stopped
loving you.

i  lit one cigarette;
a cryptic background music lulls me,
bringing me back where we first pledged our love.
love so pure and innocent, un-mired by any sensuous aspiration,
not wanting more, but just a gentle kiss from your loving lips,
and a warm embrace that seems to last a lifetime.

every trailing puff, from my dwindling stick, it beckons,
bringing out every single memory of you.
your smiles, your touch and your gentle gazes;
every single smoke brings out a bitter, yet sweet after-thought;
where we could be together, once again to renew our vows.

oh how delectable this narcosis is,
where you and i, once again become one, and me, once more,
reaching out to touch you, to kiss you, and smell your sweet perfume,
for you, my dear, are seared into my heart, never dying, never to disappear. oh how sweet it is, to be with you once again.

time is, but a hassle.
my pensive thoughts, like the cigarette i'm nurturing,
is slowly diminishing into nothing. all my wishes, and fancies, drifting
to another void.

i lit another cigarette.

The rain sings her adieu;
her surreal scent, her every smile
her very essence drowned by heaven's
teardrops, while her memories remain:
boxed in mylar.
>
The rain sings her adieu.
But how can one not forget her?
How her kisses lingers longer than
St. Elmo's fire, and the feel of
her touch refreshes every second, and
renews every hour.
>
The rain sings her adieu.
Lightning growls and thunder flashes;
and every teardrop vainly tried,
to ease the pain of losing her.
Vainly too the hours, trying every second
to return back to the very moment where
time has finally called her to his bossom;
failing vainly to appease him with their
pleas.
>
The rain sings her adieu.
But what is love without her?
To cherish every moment without her,
to live in bliss sans her, and looking
forward not having her?
Oh what purpose is existing when she's but
in another realm.
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The rain sings her adieu.
And beyond the horizon appears,
The colourful band of a promise-
despite her absence, her memories will
but forever be etched in through the hearts of those
who truly love her.

Incessant longings sail on my ocean of tears,
The thoughts of you lingering,
the loss of you sears the heart like the branding of an ox.

Reading back the memories, like reading from the end
to the beginning of a pocketbook;
Pictures flitter beckoning the past, but alas,
You already have moved on.

I count every second, of every moment, of each fleeting
day;
Groveling past every inch, holding on to every crevices,
I try to climb away from this endless abyss with nothing
more than a fragment of your loving memory to go back to where my heart is;
within your Heart.

I pray to God, my beloved;
Let a single strand of my harrowing yet hopeful whispers tingle
your heart of hearts for forgiveness.
Like a live ember, let it burst forth and consume all your hatred
of me, then like a hearth from the cold let it stoke a love renewed.

She dwells in my innermost
sanctum;
her imaginary smiles, her touch, her being, her love,
enliven my thoughts-
effervescent pearldrops, they water the pastures
of my parched mind

She doesn't like me:
but oh, how I adore her.
From the distance, I see her; through the binoculars of my soul.
She's the joy that brings life to those sorrounding her,
while i wallow in dearth.

Oh how I love her;
without her knowing so.
Flickers of hope warm this freezing cell.
Even though she may detest me,
it still doesn't matter.
Despite all these, in the deepest shadows,
will I continue to love her

Pen, Paper, and a cup of coffee,
Head throbbing, and a hand scribbling furiously,
Just as the flickering flame of the kerosene lamp
danced away with the easterly breeze.

Crumpled heap and an acid ball;
Glibs and thoughts meleed in my head
Pouring out everything my pen can scream,
All to contain another avalanche
of disjointed verses and noxious madness.

“Ding” goes the clock,
Eyes straining and my head’s an empty sphere,
The portable radio’s playing, and my pen’s  swirling to the beat,
The bed’s just as tempting,
But I can’t bring myself to sleep.

I lit one stick,
In the darkest of nights,
its acrid kisses bring out
hazy pictures of our distant memories.

In its trailing smoke, I reached for you,
in the darkness, I embraced your fairness.
In my mind, danced your songs,
as I breathed in its kisses.

Slowly, a sweet narcosis envelops me,
as my mind is filled with your every detail.
Forgetting all traces of a painful reality,
But behind all its sweetness, lurks the bitter truth;
You’re leagues away from my side.

My smoke slowly turns to ashes;
Along with it, our memories;
And all my desires, and wishes;
it burns away, towards the darkness.

I lit another stick...

the marriage between two hotdogs and two buns

some say it is a bliss - the union of two hotdogs:
two pieces of elongated meat lying side by side
bound by grease, tenderized by heat.
some say they're sumptuous,twice as filling, twice as fun;
though you can only consume them one by one.

two hotdogs can quite be a scene,
may it be dinner or an afternoon delight.
some may like it, some may not.
but who can deny them, that for them is delight.

the same goes for the bonds of two buns.
two hearts twained, bound by filling.
twice as refreshing, doubly fulfilling.
food for the gods, truly life-giving.
for the marriage of two buns can be mouth watering.

the matrimony of two hotdogs and that of two buns,
may be fun for anybody, but not for everyone.
as most could still be sated by a sandwich; grilled meat and toast.
as the marriage between a hotdog and a bun is still preferred by most.

beyond words describe the fullness of you.
your smiles, such sweetness;
they pierce through my soul and etch to my heart
an unquenchable longing.

desire, and i fall for you;
like a glacier racing to the tropical oceans
my hardened heart is drawn to your rosy smiles
slowly thawing by their warmth

the lady night sings your paeans
her mysterious voice haunting
leaving such mysteries
like a popular song whose title is unknown

here i am yearning;
each day staring and wondering,
counting every moment
to when I will ever know your name.

Forward you, to me Temptress
your wind-borne linen brushes lightly,
A million diamonds shroud me,
As you ******* your kisses.

Solitude accentuated by your presence,
Bathed in whirlpools and garbed with diadems,
Spine arching melodic whispers,
Basked in perfume of the ladies of the night,

Oh Temptress, mirrored in your eyes, my spurned love;
and the emptiness, that I am in,
In the brazen arms of another’s, she danced to your nocturne,
While I cry out in despair

Temptress, are you unlike those voluptuous shrews?
fickle minded and conceited?
Whose daydreams contain those cowardly Adonis;
Who knows nothing more but to mock a simple fool, that I am.

Forward you to me, Temptress,
I turned to detest you, but closer still, you came;
your cold embraces warm my freezing heart,
And eases me out from my saddest plight.

Oh Temptress, you are to me, my best friend;
my pain you’ve shared, with your gleaming sword,
my grief, with your wailing,
and my tears,
yet unlike them, yours bring hope to a new aurora,

only boys hurt women's heart;

a woman's heart transcends through the elements;
her emotions amplified- her joys, her sorrows,
can fill the void of an expansive universe.
such magnitude all contained in a fist-sized vessel

we boys, usually boast that we are strong;
that we can carry the whole world over our bare
shoulders.
that one of us is worth ten ladies.
yes, we are physically able, but we are weaker
than the woman we thought we ****** over.

we boys, can never understand the strength
and resiliency of a woman.
how she can withstand a torrent of heartaches;
of being cheated, abused -  be it bruises from our fist,
our harsh words, or at times, by us;
when we forced ourselves inside her despite her protests.
how she can carry those, we can never fathom;
since if those happened to us, we can easily lose ourselves.

a woman's fight may be silent;
she may be oppressed -  but do not underestimate her,
because she can always live without a man.
and guys, if we are truly men,
never hurt a woman – because we will never be complete
without her.

you enthralled me; put me in a trance,
all the buried feelings slowly start to dance.
you seeped in to my heart, a seed of love sown,
bursting forth like a flower that grew on a stone.

with you, every second feels like heaven is near.
your radiance dissipates every demon i fear.
you are the wind that lifts me high,
taking me to a place where peacefulness lies.

though you may not know it, it's you i behold;
my hidden desires for you, i wish to unfold.
a heartbeat without you is like endless night,
for you saved me from darkness; you are my light.

how could this be, i'll never understand,
every moment without you is like counting sand.
though at this very moment, we are never one,
i'm waiting for the day when your heart is won.

Wendy, Wendy, she gave me a thimble;
She held my world and made it crumble.
The tender orb's icy sheathing starts to melt,
thawed by the enigma's hearth it felt.

The thimble she gave, it dawned upon me;
makes me wonder will she not, or will she be.
Is she the raison d'etre I've long been searching for?
Though one thing's for certain, her thimble, I'm yearning for more.

Her fairness, her beauty, there's more from within.
Surpassing even the cherubic vessel she's in.
Ethereal Perfume, she draws me near;
in the sonorous silence; two hearts twained dear.

She made me, no longer the rougish Peter Pan;
Her thimble transfixed me into a man.
She took me out from Neverland's imbecile bliss;
But for you to see, Wendy's thimble is her secret kiss.