...There's madness
in the sky
that forces a scream
An attempt to
fill up the empty spaces
in the air
Desire falls apart
with the world as
hope floats beyond reach
Heavy things fall
in the dark and
making the right choice
doesn't always
lead to something that
would make us happy...
The pain
will always linger with
the emptiness
consuming the anger
It seems
the waiting has its own reasons
to forget...

A Poet’s pen speaks of poetry
Spoken under the moonlight of scattered nights
Writing cascading emotions of depths and reverie
Felt by countless stars and the endless sands of time

They are of words of absolute truth
An enigma of echoing thoughts
with the passion of smiles and tears
A puzzle in pieces of life
yet to be unraveled by untainted eyes
and souls beating of true heart

They are of verses of dramas
A hanging Light within the bounds
of magic and reality, of dragons and fires
Forever floating like drifting mist
carried by the everyday wind
never touching the mind of the stagnant stream

They are of tides of the setting sun
Rising and falling with man and the Moon
They speak of sunriseof a new dawn
aging like the Sage, with the wisdom of the Crone

And tonight…
A Poetry speaks when a Poet pens
Beyond the night of scattered lights
In the time of a burning candle
…the setting of the dusk of the sun
will cast light upon the shadows of truth and dramas


Mek
Oct07

...Falling stars do cry
with the fallen wings
of forgotten angels
A teardrop
blankets the night of
a cold embrace
plunging into the calm with
a thorn from once a red rose
Ripples distorted
every reflection of a dream
quickly fading with the wind
and madness roars an outcry
with the lunacy of a lightning
like daggers in the emptiness
of a papercut in the heart
Pain can never be mended
by a single drop
of a nostalgic whiskey
and holding on to a candle flame
is worse
amidst a storm...

...This love
wasted
a drifting litter on the curb
Trying to remind the self to
forget the feeling
Repressed depression
it's a time bomb waiting for
the ticking to end
Trapped soul in a bottle
and the heart bled like a
high school drama under the spotlight
A cigarette burns to drink the
last drop of yesterday's memory
hoping to be complete but
like whiskey, prayers go
unheard and dissipate into
dreamless clouds before the rain
And so the longing turns
into something
found at the edge of sadness
Despair, it seems
knows how to fall in love with
Irony...

...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...

I was under an olden tree
not very far from somewhere but
it takes time to be there
It was when the shades were cool
and the breeze whistled a
relaxing soothe
Everything seems to find bliss
in each gust of the gentle zephyr
Butterflies giggle
in every wave of emotion
Daisies wiggle
beauty in each breath
Dragonflies jiggle
...a dance with the wind
Remembering why I fled
not to escape but to find solace
I took out my pen and
a piece of parchment
but there was no blood
no fire
no chaos
Just silence in every sway
Blades of grass
touching my toes
a tingling sensation
deep in thought
...Transcendence
So I tried
gliding with the pen
through that parchment
contemplating
then there was
nothing...


Mek
Oct08

...It's cold
and it's dead
lifeless
misery
Lying within a
paradox in the dark
Landslide thoughts
in a market of
funny looking people
feed the confusion until
everything fades away
Walking dreamless
toward delirium
with a half lit cigarette and
all the world's regret
to seek the answers
in a struggle to defy the
madness
Chaos
there's always reason to embrace
rage
when everything seems to fall
apart...

...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...

...There are times, not as often as he thinks about everything else, that he wonders why people do what people do. He couldn't quite understand their reasons, though he never gave it a thought before. He continued to gaze at the night sky but there was nothing to see but the vagueness in it...

...She whispers
like a guilt, like a needle
in the heart
Her voice lingers, her
thoughts wrap the denial
and the air suddenly becomes
heavy...

...If he could understand, truly understand, the reasons why the need for it, then perhaps he wouldn't get lost in the middle of the confusion. Standing in the middle of it brings so many questions. But, there's only one that stands out...

...She sits
upon the threshold where
pain shares the sunrise
She knows it must be done, She
knows it must
For what sense is Her existence
if the purpose wouldn't be
served...

...It took a while before he understood it. Perhaps it is a natural tendency to run away from the first signs of fire. Although sometimes the smoke doesn't turn into something that burns. It's a shame that the reason was too shallow. Nevertheless He smiled and walked towards the sunset...

...She speaks
as the thunder, illusions
rattle and familiar walls
collapse
Disoriented, panic collides with
reasons but
as with things that
drift, they eventually
fall...

...She walked down a long road
rain clouds and grays
concealed the stars
It was dark and cold
Dark
and cold as
her stare
She never went this far before but
the scent of the trail was
too much to resist
She wanted more than
daylight til she was
blinded...
Green are the trees no more
and their silhoutte
embraced the ground
She thought blood is red
under the moonlight but
it was black as uncertainties
and it tasted madness
If only
she could get back
If only she could...
then perhaps
she will see
the sunrise
tomorrow...

…Seven years
of ambivalent breathing
holding a dull pencil
Trying
to inscribe my feelings with
the burden of a stone slab
on my weak lap…
The sun is already high
hunger is the boogeyman and the thirst
I know
will be my vessel
to meet the boatman
Vultures feast
ravaging the gold
Leaving me within the bounds
of corroded steel and clouded skies
Drowning in waters where
society
thrives
Each wave chokes me
with the taste of their bile
I’m tired…
Home is nowhere
but in my heart
I know it’s
somewhere
within that horizon…


Mek
Dec08

...Heartless
lost and demented
Victims of the cry
It transcends
confusion
magic and faith
Blinded and abused
there's malice in every tear
and the scent of rust
wraps the soul
Hatred is a
quicksand...
Getting deeper and
the world dances with
chaos beneath the
crescent moon
Satisfaction
but it never satisfies the
hunger
So the innocent suffers
as it never gets lighter when
it gets
darker...

...Promises are written
sometimes whispered and sometimes
turn
dark
like poison
Intoxicated, singing under the rain
Bear trap on the back bone is
a burden but
the rain pours with smoke and
the puddle is a distorted
mirror
of everything above
Blinded, cold
drowning and convinced that
the heavens are made by
dark dreams
And so it stopped and she
fell
and fell so hard
The pain turned into agony
She cursed in despair and
closed her eyes
not to rest but to
dream in the
dark...

We have been digging and digging the ground even before our forefathers were born. We enjoy it as it defines the essence of our existence. We even built our homes around the pit so
refuge
won’t be far when
the rain comes and
flood the hole
so we can  have warm stew
when things get cold
and soft bed to lay our backs when we
become weary
We even made fire to
conquer the darkness and
sang songs and danced while we dig
But we have been
plagued
by the why and
never really cared
So we dig and worship the pit
and deny our very
end…

...We learned to sing
the songs of our forefathers and
drank the wine that they brew
though we never really understood
We learned how to create a spark
and made it last the night
We danced around the fire
the fire that brought so much warmth
til it burns and we
learned to scream
hoping the agony would fade
But it stayed and it stayed
to define our existence
So we dream of dreams
dreams we never had
as a salvation in the dark
and managed to climb the tree that
leads to heaven
only to fall and beg on the ground
So
we dug a grave instead
desperately trying to bury the
madness...