A baby cried, a baby cried
On it's little crib, it lied
A mother's call, he needs her now
To duty she comes, "don't cry
         my little one, I'm here now."

A young boy cried, a young boy cried
On his feet home with a bruise on his side
A mother's call, he needs her again
Mother cooked, "I better have
          his favorite again!"

A teenager cried, a teenager cried
He felt alone, no one cared
A mother's call, he needs her for the countless time
Mother left work, "to hell
              with the deadline."

A grown up cried, a grown up cried
There's no more job, no money left; he sighed
A mother's call, he drove home
Frail mother went to kitchen, " I should play
              our favorite song."

An old man cried, an old man cried
There's no time left, it is his final time
But his mother's calls, he recollect that night
"Dear mother always say: 'It's gonna
           be alright'"

With that

                he smiled,

              "I'm filled with mother's love"

I paint through words
    Through words I show
    Through showing we connect
    Through connecting we understand
    Through understanding we unite
    Through uniting we create
    Through creating we live life
    Through living life we’ll paint words some more

A man could either fear or obsess,

To the strength that knowledge posses,

When one wanders in the pursuit of truth,

Power dawns at the focal of its horizon.

One bright mind once bookishly inquired:

'How Much Land Does A Man Need?'

Which tells of a parable of a dead man

Who's fixated to 'what it is' than 'what it means'

The ouroboros of life is a deed of self-knowing

If you live your life eternally exactly as it is

Over and over again as punishment or bliss

Would you be afraid, or push forth knowing?

Happiness is a song
Always worth singing
While sadness is a poem
That we read most alone

Anger is forced silence
Waiting to be burst
While surprise is a ride
A blessing or a curse?

And then there's disgust
The most we dont discuss
While admiration is a start
Of either one above

Writing at midnight
to help fall asleep,
is like dropping a soda
on a slide full of coffee

In his solitary study lies a tome

Of secrets, prose and a poem

Wisdom is sought into overdose

A grandiose for the weak and closed.

His life leads everywhere

For when his speech rises do beware

For a 'truth' so divine and rare

Can only be discarded not spared.

Half-intended words

Have the capacity to end worlds.

So read carefully between each line,

Before merciless intelligence ends our time.

Nightingale, oh my blue nightingale

How wondrous your songs make my day

You let my troubles left astray

Oh nightingale, blue nightingale now off we sail


Through the seas and blues we together wander

Off and on shore storms yet your night songs provide me refuge

That's why I kept going each breakfast through supper

For the night I wait for your songs to cure my somber


Oh do I sometimes wonder why such night you only sing

But not for the day where my troubles are on its wing

Blue nightingale oh you're such full of mysteries

Yet I shan't bother for I cast you always my sea stories


After a long while my senses poked for you don't sing no more

Nor your colorful blue wings spread nevermore

The storms went, wrecked our ship now we're only together

My poor heart grieves, my poor soul hungers


Then I realized you only sing for the stars

Not for the morning sun, not for you, not for our poor ship and oh not for me

You've always dreamed to fly, fly away from here

To the stars that is, to the ambitious stars you always loved


Oh nightingale, blue nightingale from this false abode now I've awaken

From the lust o' spell I've once trapped from your songs forsaken

Now I have to let you go no breath ever taken

Away now you fly and let me forever alone freeze on this cold of ice


Oh nightingale, my blue nightingale now you're gone

But now I suppose, so am I

Nightingale, blue nightingale in my dreams you shall now sing and fly high

And now let I be put to sleep and alone sing this last cold sigh.

If songs could ****,

    This is how it shoots you:

"You're nobody 'til

    somebody loves you

And that somebody,

    is me.

       I love you."

Can such words be,

    As sweet as it's true?

If I were to be dropped

   directly from above,


I'd talk to God first

   and pray to you last.


You're my hunger, my thirst

    my punishment recast.

We live in a vessel of dreams
Where thickets of our desires slithers
Underneath broken wings
As our heart's melody play and flutters

Stagnant as water as solid as fire
How could I fly in such a cold-grown fry
Beneath the bridge under the slims
Of cold and death of broken limbs

Living off the edge of the cliff
As my heart race and wonders
Cold as my body I am in lee
Why do we have to live daily in fear?

There was once a fella named Jules

Who packed his bags, and got nothing to lose

Before he passed away,

His mother was sick

Dad went off his own way.


Jules went on to a life worth knowing;

That to love is to heal

And we learn by hurting

As he was leaving

He looked on a picture

Of a former lover who hate him

He felt nothing but one thing

That she loved him dearly.


He went to the bath

Closed the door behind his back

Laid down on the floor

With mom and dad.

As he stared at their lifeless bodies.

He shared them a laugh:

"Mom, dad... your son was bad"


Sirens wail from a distance

As I stared on the floor and caressed

My dear Jules' head

"Oh what fools we have become"

"I wish I was there"



...He did what he needs done
For he still does care.

I don't want you to beg

   I want you to listen

  That was you then

  Trapped in a lion's den.

I want you to think

  Get out of that brink

  That hatred, that guilt

  Won't wipe those spilled milk

Act, speak, carry-on

  Always remember

  I'm also a sinner

  My life did went on

You're still my dear friend

  But time has changed us

  The wound was mended

  All except my trust.

Born and raised
Loved and hugged
My mother's love
As gentle as a dove

I'm my own wallflower
And she's the garden
The more I shrink in the corner
The more she colors my somber

Even though time rebels
As I darken my vessels
I know in my heart
You are my light in the dark

So this dear mother
I say as your daughter
I love you, with all of me
For you've helped me grow my seeds

This is your day
In this garden where we stay
I'll love you all the way
Happy Mother's Day

I used you
To fix me
To nourish me
To water me.

Years passed,
Now I blossom
And you rust
Was it right?

That you gave me
Your trust?

I lived my life knowing:
That love is blind
That love won't make you fine
That love is merely just distracting

But alas here I am I stand trial
All in the face of love
A victim of love
But with no hint of denial

It is real yes, oh it is such heaven on earth
This love I felt, I feel for real
You made it happen, made me feel
What a lovely day everyday it has been

Everyday you are my cup of tea
Everyday I think of you and me
Everyday there are no worries
Everyday you are my peace, my whole delight

Your hug that i always long for
Each day and each night
You give me your favorite songs
How i long for you, all of the time

Though with every too much sunshine
There is a little rain, a downpour
Oh what a time to be alive
It all went wet, it rained, it poured

But do always remember my love
There's no rainbow without a little rain
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return

I'll always bring you with me
Remember oh my dear love
As green as the grass, as blue as the sky
You'll always be my green tea, my hug in a cup

I'll wait for you in a café some day
And some day we'll together drink
That matcha that serves as a memory of I and thee
A matcha of you and me

Your honeyed gaze

Melted diamonds

My mind's encased

Heart's in ribbons.


Your puckered lips

Like Emperor Tulips

As gentle and fine

As aged wine.


With every stroke

Of colors in yolk

Beauty beyond words

Is forever yours.

You claim to love nature

But it never loved you!

You deemed it your saviour

Yet ****** is its precursor!

O poor! O wretched humans!

Your power, your genius: your nuance.


Dear Mother was never your mother

Nor ever will it be your father

For it is a long forgotten answer—

To your mindless blunders.

My kin who all have suffered,

Their hatred shall be your supper.

Aching chambers
Sullen froths
The raven angers
As hope is lost
Consumed oh hallowed mind
As the feeble and broken, cried

Beneath empty boardwalks
Townsmen bleeded across
Still I find myself in gawk
As the dawn of man drew close
Reality found me encased
In an existence duly erased

"Im the only one here right?"
Says a feminine voice
It was of a lost lover
To whom I never knew.

In a plane of consciousness
Submerged in repose
I sat there, cornered, enthralled
A living dream I am in
A dream I never arose.

We sat on a table
Drew cards and called
You got a pair of Aces
I got 7, Queen of spades

I guess with my hand
I'm a lucky girl you have
Little did I know
You got bullets on my back

That's what you get
For the risk of a bet
And that's what I regret
That I took you for granted

Shaking, I slowly approached.
"Hi" I said, shaking, only croaked.
"Would you like to take a walk?"
As composed as she is,
We left-off, we talked.

"I am so sorry."
"Do you still have my drawing?"
"Yes, I kept them with me."
"Actually, I'm still mad at you"
"You have every right to."

On that day, I shed some tears
From past mistakes, I still regret.
When I broke her heart and left.
She now loves someone,
Who wiped her tears.

Five years, what could it have been?
If only choices can be selected again
I'll do anything to hold her then.
To hug her close, never leave her alone.

You don't have to forgive me
I hope you live life fully.
Here I sit admittedly,
"I still love you dearly."

In this life, existence is competition
And conflict will always set motion
For chaos is the natural order
And change comes right after

That's life, its natural state
And if one of the two dominates
Balance shall tilt and tumble over
Weighing the world above our shoulders

Maybe that's why we always seek
Someone to live forever, for keeps
We hunger for love, peace and more
Also conflicts for us to grow

We want to see clearly
So we pass through prairies
Of burning grass and warm sands
To find our own peace at hand

Such is the way we live
All we could do is believe

I reek of famine and havoc
I infest upon the masses
I choose not one but all classes
All windows sealed, doors all locked

Through these emptied streets
I strut forth, the people bends its knees
Behold my wrathful grand
As you close your folds at my command

As the living eye gazes upon me
All they could fathom is but a reflection of theirs
Reflections from irresponsible, greedy heirs
Of the thrones where they drink merrily now bare

Behold for your capital punishment
You filth of the human kind
Now with all power due to you
I put on my crown as I relish the view

Greatness arise from the grave of shame.


Like a  hero of a nation whom

shall be the enemy of worlds

hedonistic in power

guised as a seeker of truth.

The ****** then is celebrated hatred.

A peace to one's kin secured into satisfaction

in exchange therefore is piety to chaos

'for the sake of mankind,' he says,

'thus my humanity is the cost.'


The overman from the future concludes:



That 'Whatever is done for love

will always occur beyond good and evil'

a hero in essence shall play god

through love that transcends all morality.

If poems

  don't rhyme

     it doesn't mean

        that the sun

            won't shine.

For sometimes

   the best

     of  combinations

       are of evil

         and benign.

I have seen the stars but not the night
Neither did the moon nor the sun lit a shining bright
Next thing I knew I was laying on this tree of white
Just to loom about til the butterflies took their flight

Now as I sat there waiting to arise
Someone threw me a thorn from a cold velvet rose
Never did I hesitate to put that thorn on my brows
For I knew who was whom and never uttered a close.

And then suddenly I came accepting the truth;
A truth that once bloom from a never lasting loop
Yes I know!
For it must be a part of my root
For the last thing I knew,
I am now the tree;
Once that white-flaked fruit