...She was naked and cold
like a *****
deprived of mercy
Seeking home with
three wishes
and a rope
She used to believe in morning love
and jasmine
and lilies
and blood-soaked lies
She prayed for wings
under the electric lights
and burn the broken pages
in her backbone
not to remember but
to feel what it felt like
She
slit her throat
and tried to smile
tasting the last warmth
of the midnight
sun...

...Build a fire
and burn the heart
to bring the light at the end of
darkness
Fill the sorrow with
songs
Maybe tomorrow will
leave a room to forgive
and never
spend the night
under the kiss of whiskey
ever
again
Tread the path
where shadows remain what
they are
and believe those who embrace
reason as a fragile whisper
Choose
we can only be here
once...

...Once upon
an insignificant time
the world was upside down
from my point of
view
Wondering why
people do
what people do
Diving into the flood
of raging consciousness
seeking for calmness
in a place where failure is
the only thing that could
happen
I am
trapped to be confused
not to drown in
despair
but to fit the pieces
in man's black
comedy...

...Six o'clock
breath out of focus
the persistence starts to
wane
and the heavens lament
over countless stories
of forgotten blood
Black
smoke-fed-mouths
the world is deaf
from screaming victims
while the crime
feeds the world with hunger
Death becomes a blank stare
symphony
of dead grounds
Eyes wide open
Frozen
Lifeless
Shut to be
denied...

...Judge me
not
by the hooded face of
hypocrisy beneath your
elaborated cross
Sinner is the soul and we
are no different
from the malice of logic
Blessed are those who see
a poor man in heaven
for they do not feel alone
in this crowded
city of gold
Stone me to death
only if
talking to the Devil is
a sin
Faith is a belief
founded not
on stagnant
waters...

...And we are
forever
attached to the boat we
row
Through waves
and storms and
still nights
and stars
that we struggle to reach
until we miss the desert
that gave the thirst of a
blue moon's horizon
Thinking
wondering
until the why demands
for reasons and we
drown in despair trying to
defy the calm waters
that brought us
the reflection of the truth
No... we're not alone
but we chose
to be on our
own...

2 am... the nightmare started to seep in. It could have been easier if not for the cold breeze that embraced his heart. Perhaps that too, was part of the reason... a reason he failed to understand. But then again...

Dive
and let it sink
through endless
depths
with a ******
kiss

...The rain has been falling on deaf ears and perhaps morality has its own reasons to lie. Maybe they were right to establish that distinct form of belief to define the right from the wrong. But what if...

Believe
and never
fail
to contradict
the belief of a
doubt

...He had been sitting by the window for what seems the eternal waiting of a longing. Chance was the only thing he was hoping for to emerge from the prayers of madness. It must be her voice that lit a glimpse of tomorrow...

Chase
the sunset with
the sinking horizon
and hope
that it's not the
last...

...Three days in the fire
and the screams
turn into whispers
before they become
numb
Distortions
in the middle of
parallel thoughts
defined the grays
in what was once
the voice of the sun
Judgment of a doubt is
the only truth
in a world of manipulated
right...
I am silenced
by the denial of others
and the world
is drunk
from streams of
blood
money...

...He never took the
chance to say I
love you...
Hanging words
in an unspoken
conversation
Words
that were suppose to
rekindle
old flames to start a
new fire
What he felt was
never heard
Discontented
by the remnants of an
undisturbed
candle lit dinner
Regrets
can only wait
for another time
hoping for second
chances...

...Three days without food, his reasons started to deviate from his sanity. All he wanted was to taste what they reaped and a little mercy. But the drought seems to linger on their tables while the masters get drunk in the rain...

...Third world
under the feet of great men
they smile
when they cry
and worse
when they laugh...

...The taste of earth didn't satisfy the hunger. This was not the land that his mother used to tell him. It couldn't be. The story was filled with hopes and dreams. Perhaps she was wrong...

...Succumbed into fear
of losing the gold
over the fields
they mock
hope
so poor man will believe...

...A dawn of the last breath will soon come to pass. He'll never understand the equilibrium in the middle of balance. But one thing's for sure, there will never be a day that his sons will ever see equality amongst men...

...They saw
the harvest was good
and what's good
is bad for the noble
Power is the root
of the greed
Control is
everything...

The last match didn't light at the first strike. Though he's grateful it didn't break, he was somehow impatient as he stood at the brink of what seemed to be the edge of his breath. It must be the wind...

...Fallen angels
can never fly
when they choose
to fall
Heavens do forgive
but
do they forget?

...He saw the glimpse as if it was a moment of a dewdrop dreaming to be with a morning jasmine. The scent was beautiful but he could only hope to see it more clearly. His head had grown heavy...

...define a thunder
by the lightning
and see
the teardrops
leaving the cry
it gets lighter
in the end...

...The last traces of smoke had long gone. He wonders about the things they see when they reach the heavens. Maybe there are no answers. But then again, who knows? He had to let go...

...But
when it fades
before it can be felt, before
it turns into a meaning
then hope will
abandon
the sleeping
man...

...Too many fires have gone
wasted
over streams
of senseless thoughts
Imaginations
suppressed
in the name of social sanity
Surrealism it seems
not an endless thought
anymore
So I struggle to
write something
that does not
conform the norms
not to be
"different"
but to prove that the sun
is not inside a
box...

Six years of haunted light, he still couldn't figure out the reason why he was born upside down. Maybe he was too young to understand. It wasn't his choice to be here but... who is to blame?

...The side streets
tell another story
far worse
than the promises
of those who
govern...

...The urban jungle seemed too crowded with greed. Perhaps the right to live is a privilege not all can afford. Fate it seems is cruel... or maybe it's just man. He heard another growl from his stomach...

...Dwellers
of the underground
are guilty of the crime
fed by hunger
But not all is a
criminal...

...Dreams never tread the world of sleepless nights. He had been waiting for one but the cold ground never gave way for comfort. He stared at the stars with drowning eyes. If only...

...Dignity
and the very concept of it
has been redefined
to fit those who dine
Perhaps
the world is
indeed
selfish...