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...Moments of despair
clash
in the absence of light
Thoughts whirl
and swirl and
dive
into the depths of what
was thought
a safe place for
sanity
A sleepless journey
into moonless
wanderings
under the waning strength
while the waters
rise to a choking point
Believing is a
burden
when daylight is but another
illusion...
Mek
Jun09
...Black clouds
overcast
silhoutte of the Sun
there will be no
meadows to sing
no flowers bloom, no
butterflies to strap its wings
A bullet ride to
insanity
and it gets worse
in the morning
Squeeze the bottle
there may be a few drops
left
It's a shame...
we only have one road to
bore us
Though
the field is more appealing
and perhaps we
have a chance to wish for
the moonlight not to
fade...
Mek
12.31.12
...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...
Mek
10.02.09
...I tried
to stay under the
radiance of the light
Where everything can be seen
and lies
were forbidden
But I wonder why
fear
suffocated my breath
and the dogs
glared at me in my sleep
and their howls
devoured my dreams
They said the crows
never shared their feast with
the vultures
But you see
man has told tales
based upon
contradicting ideologies
and the one
hanging
on that dead tree
knows the smell
of his own blood
His voice may be cold
lifeless
heavy
nevertheless the truth
So now I
walk away to be with
the whispers of the
dead...
"Belief contradicts belief..."

Mek
May09
...I
amongst the nonbelievers
the infidels of your world
know and agree
in one thing
Both worlds
play chess to seek
the ace beneath the board
Adagio for strings
obra of the Devil
Arms to tomorrow
and the existence
of the bloom is
but a remnant
of a child's
conception of
Silence
The crescent moon
wanes with the truth
under the ground
like a forgotten bedtime
story...
Mek
08.02.09
...In a land where I
used to think was
home
Good men were
and still are
forced to the ground
if not bribed
to worship the acrobatic idols who
mock the concept of gravity
and the wives are forbidden to
dream
and weave and to
speak in their native tongue
and their children...
The children are
locked up in caskets
to be buried alive
beneath the sins of the system
they never understood
And sometimes I wonder...
I wonder
if the rice fields
will be fertile
again...
Mek
07.25.09
...Hope
and silver bullets to tomorrow
thunder is yesterday
so as gray clouds of
dead expectations
Washed away petals
with a struggle to forget
and there are voices
we fail to hear
Anger is a step towards
an irrelevant lightning
and hatred
is worse
when it drowns the reasons
Prayers are filled
with despair
when all that is needed
is but a single spark that will
pull a dream
from a bushfire
so the forsaken
shall believe
again...
Mek
08.16.09
I still remember the
days of golden suns
Reflections upon leaves
Days were still warm
Fields were filled with laughter and
innocent dreams
rolling down the meadows
Nothing but green and
daisies were an orchestra
A melody by angels
in chorus with the breeze
Whistling tunes of heavenly smiles
radiant hues paints the sky
…a cool morning dew
I was there…
Enjoying the breeze and
the array of yellows and butterflies
and violets and bees
Under the tree
by the olden tire
hanging on a wrinkled branch
Mighty arms of the elder oak
who has witnessed
years of sunrises and sunsets
Old maybe the tree was
but the scent were of flowers
and there was never a fading
Contented
happiness it seemed
I never left the solitude
It was a solace of an embrace…
Mek
Oct08
...Day and night
come by me
Lead the way back home where
the food is cooked with
pots and fire
and the gold is true
Light a beacon where
the sea touches the shore
So I could see, however faint
before the roar
and perhaps
the tides would share
the secrets
of the old
Show me a cloudless path
where angels have
never walked
and let the breeze hum
so the dead could
sing their songs once
again...
Mek
02.09.13
...I've walked upon worlds
of fallen grounds
Wounded and healed to paint scars
as the last drop of red
paved a road of a shadow
of eternal yesterdays
I've gone to deviated slumber
to lands of never sleeping dreams
where the sun
was never blinding
and paralleled reasoning
was his radiance
while the moon
never heaved logic
upon her shadows
that lit the beauty
of tomorrow...
Mek
Jan09
...What if
I see the sun
as a golden dot?
And the clouds shroud the skies
choking the neck
breathless
What if I
hear the waves crying
and not roaring?
Would I drown
trying to calm the sea?
What if I feel
sorrow
in the eyes of a storm?
Would it be wrong to assume
that the sun's gonna die soon?
What if I see society
as a desperate act
to control chaos?
What if
I sense betrayal
in every bullet?
What if I
hear lies in every sweet kiss?
What if I'm wrong
does that make me false?
Mek
Dec08
...Blood is dry like bones and dust
So as the stars
wrapped by a moonless sky
Reasons have never been this dull
and the air is turning into
fragments of broken mirrors
Breathing
so it seems
is but another struggle worse
than drowning in nightmares
So I dream
perhaps one day in the dark
the sky would rumble
behind the black clouds
and hold a prayer
to light the
lightning...
Mek
02.08.13
...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...
Mek
Jul09
I sense a story in
You
Like a myth that has been
told throughout the ages
I see a golden field
to glide upon
blades of grass... Unscathed and
touch the velvet petals of
sloping hills
Ride...
Ride with the unicorn beyond
clouds of never ending east
The melody is
solace... Suspended
in the air and
the scent that lingers is sweeter
than the first kiss
under the moonlight

The other side is just
on the other side and
they say all wounds heal
in time
but the question remains
how long will I
last the bleeding?
Mek
Apr09
...I
have walked upon
worlds of distorted grounds
Dwelling
in the shadows of
cold whispers
Cloaked beneath
moonlit skies
of twisted heavens where
angels bled
and wings torn asunder
Forgotten gods
cried with the howling
winds
and man
blessed by betrayal
denied...
Mek
Dec08
...Tell them of the stories
made by those who have suffered
Show them the lands where
the ground has been stained by the
blood of once men who
had dreamed of nothing but
golden suns
Let them hear
the eternal cry of the dead
and let them choose denial
over the truth
A world bereft of angels
God
it seems
left this place a long time ago
and the only thing that remains is
a shadow of a vague memory
along with
the almost forgotten footsteps
of The Man
who walked on
water…
Mek
03.03.10
Brewing madness with a day to
burn to
dream
to walk... barefoot
Collecting dust and rust in my mouth
Foaming... blood lust
And the dogs are on the prowl to
hunt
to scavenge, to
salvage sanity that has been
lost
It'll never be the same
Despair... strapped in the dark
and the words get lost
to forget to
haunt to
whisper

And so the road
bled...
This was a come back piece from a 2-year absence in writing. I never thought I would write again... guess old habits die hard.

Mek
12.22.12
…I have shown the world
a smile that reached through
thousands of miles
And it was
nothing but a
facade
Clashing moonlight of
endless thoughts
shedding blood of tears… raging
as I’ve fought into
forever distance
In my mind I
scream in anguish…
Plunging back to my depths
a familiar sorrow I
have
felt
Leaving again the realm of sanity
off I am
to wander through
madness…
Mek
Jan08
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
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
"Hold the head tight and
slit the throat..."
My old man told me once
"...Feathers need boiling water to
be plucked
Death comes first before
dying
Don't be like wolves who
drag their prey by the belly and
consume their guts and
intestines and whatever their fangs
could sink
in
to
while the prey screams
and cry to the foxes
or jackals or gods for salvation
There's too much suffering already
too much blood for too long
While most of us deny
throwing stones at
the mirror and enjoy the
illusion..."
We had warm chicken for supper that night...


Mek
01.06.13
...The first few raindrops were
heavy
like the expanding void in her
It was cold and
the seven-day old paper
wasn't much of a help
crumpled
wet
torn
She cried as it poured
and it seemed like a choke
thinking about tomorrow
Maybe it'll be dark
Maybe it'll be
different
or maybe...
it will be the
same
Mek
12.11.10
...We have
harbored the hate to save us
from the threats of sadness
Rumors have spread faster than
the angels have bled out
But it's what we've always wanted
It's what feeds the reason to go on
though we know we
are
stuck
Strength, our strength, it seems a
lollipop in the mouth of the
Devil, burning blasphemy
with the truth to mix with the
confusion and chaos
and we wondered why
the golden calf has grown
into something that haunts our
pride, our faith
So
in despair, witnessed by the pale dots
that riddled the black sky
we search for the one thing that
will keep us
saved...
Mek
03.29.13
...It dwells
behind the dancing candle flame
amongst the shadows
in the absence of colors
dark as almost black
not as void
but a different
emptiness
in each smoke that
fades in the air
like unicorns
drifting with a myth
Descending
with the desperation
of a flightless quill
a bloodless ink
turning into a
scream...
Mek
Jan09
She views the world from a point where time transcends belief and the city lights shimmer like diamonds in her tears. Someone calls for her. She tries to ignore. "Not yet..."

...He did
what he could...
Almost
He stood at the brink of
a free fall and saw a
struggle bled to
dry...

...She flicks her cigarette as she exhales a cloud of certainty. Time will stop tonight... that's for sure. She descends with a cold blackness in her breath...

...He saw
a falling star
but he never believed in wishes
though if he did
he'd only wish
for one thing...

...The soul is still warm and the ground was still weeping. The scent of the ground isn't fresh and the stains were heavy inside her heart. She looks away. The last breath was hers.

...Selfishness
made him stole
time
that wasn't his
It was a choice
influenced
by being
lost...
Death is sometimes forced to descend from the Heavens...

Mek
Apr09

**Tangent Freeverse
...City lights
on a distance
reflect
a melancholic dance
of fireflies drifting
the streets
Black metallic cases walk
and nobody cares
Fragile as a glass
they talk about tomorrow as
black clouds embrace
their dreams and the flowers were
never tended
anymore
Emotions are
Were...
And one couldn't stop
to wish
In my heart I know
a single touch makes
a big difference
but reality is
nostalgia
is the calm in
the air...
Mek
Jan09
…In the Deafening Silence of the Night
a teardrop plunges on stillwater
Ripples turn into waves of emotions
deep in reflection
A clouded certainty of
blinding
deflecting
Illusions
Wading through shallow streams that
drowns me in a delusional enigma
Struggling to emerge from the tides
forged by swords and spears
And with a haze in the air I
sit and ponder where
to tread my path of beyond
To the eastern horizon I
would go
Anticipation of the sunrise in the
morning meadows of
angelic songs
Where brightly colored poetry
pens the sky of a dawn and
paints the rainbow of
bliss and serenity
Forever Sunshine of
undying aspiration
Radiating through sages and flowery vast lands
But the ebb of the flowing river streams with
the widdershin of a withering hope
A shivering truth now haunts
the very core of my soul
Seeds of yesterday will soon
come to season and
the reaping will soon rise beyond my
towering fort…
Mek
Jan08
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...
Mek
Jun09

**Tangent Freeverse
...Dreams are made
when the world is quiet
A slumber into the deep
not of the abyss
neither of the drowning
Stillness
as perfect as
Her dance in the fire
Then a rainbow of men
twisted by colors
of deceiving skies
Hidden stains of a cloud
whispers a nightmare
and Her songs
succumbed into
despair...
Mek
Jan09
There are stories to tell...
Some good and some
not so
good
They remind me of wooden stars
hanging
on a dusty old ceiling
Ignored but never forgotten
They were dull like
dreams in the morning
and yet they
scream
much like a nightmare
These stories... they whisper
sometimes to haunt
and sometimes to
justify their
existence
But as with all stories
written or told
the end leads to
another...
Mek
12.31.12
...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...
Mek
10.31.09
There lies a small town situated in an idea beyond man's point of view. He seeks the courage to make that step towards a recognition that it's time to let go. He remembers his first bicycle ride...

...Reaching the stars
from a transcendent void is
a journey that defies
her concept of
everyday life
Flowers may bloom
but the scent...

...It's either his reasoning or the cold that makes the whiskey dull. Building fire out of ice is hypocrisy. But then again, many are obliged to please despair. He hears the calling of the irony as if reality didn't exist...

...A melody
barely played into
the fading distance
another memory
forgotten
and it becomes
worse...

...The calling seems to be getting more vague with each passing moment. Attachments are heavier than the burden of a decision to make a choice. Strands of smoke rise in the air and he thinks of her one last time...

...Seasons will
pass
and suns may shine
Remembering
will always be
a part
of her every breath...
Tangent Freeverse

Mek
May09
It’s me and my bicycle
against the world of the turning
…And so I ride
riding not the lightning
but my bicycle
not of the shining
Leaving behind
golden sun is setting to
a different horizon
My gaze are shifting
seeking
for the myth of the light rising
Raging through
forgetting about everything
Tears never care
on my face come rolling
and it’s only me and my
bicycle
against a darkening world of the turning
And so I ride and ride
head on and collide
upon walls never hide
Shifted fading wide
Sands of time never lied
Drifting hopes denied
Hands of freedom all tied
But nevertheless
I come and ride head on
collide…
Mek
Sep08
...I look at the stars
upon
a midnight's blue of a
purple blood
Seeking for something
that would clear my head
in this walk
back
home
Moonlight's dream
of a cool summer warmth
sends confusion
of a shivering
embrace
that cuts through
the sanity of my being
And I wonder
if this will ever
fade...
Mek
Jan09
...She ran asleep chasing
ghosts
Wondering why
she ended up
faithless
She had dreams
and a hope and
a glass of poison
in case things get
too much
Blinded and lost, she
prayed in the arms of
her shadow and
never wanted to stare
at the sun
Restless
she tried to rest
but it's a curse that she couldn't
and never
will...
Mek
01.18.13
He waited... waited long enough to see that a promise's destiny, in a twist that some people may call fate, is sometimes doomed right from the start. I mean, what are the odds that it will bear fruit in the middle of winter?

Upon a blue moon
...rare
Peaceful, calm
and
empty
breathless like a dagger
She was there
longing...

The ground was brittle that night. So brittle, he thought it would break at the wrong take of a breath. He stared at a thought... Venturing out into the night never really pleased him, especially when alone. It's not about the dark or fear or something else, but the feeling of solitude haunts him...

Dreams...
she embraced
Solace
in her veins and her heart
blinded
as it burned the night
Illlusions made her
believe...

But perhaps... perhaps they were right. The howling comes first before the nightmare. He looked on the ground with a trace of a distinct emotion, that often leads to sorrow, and thought he should have not left in the first place... And now that the howling stopped, he wonders what nightmare stands before him...

Underneath a blue
moon... rare
She smiled and she
lied
and thought it was
peaceful and calm
She undressed and
slit her throat...
Mek
12.29.12

**Tangent Freeverse
...You've been climbing that tree
for quite a time now
You're wounds were healed
scars
concealed by
intoxicating arrogance
and I
see you up there enjoying
elevated by the wind as it gets
inside your head
You
remind me of writers of
golden tongues and
golden pens who
never wanted anything
but to climb that tree
whenever the storm gathered
While poets
walk with the dead
enjoying
the vastness of the
field...
Mek
Jan09
...3 am
and the road is a yellow
rainbow, drifting towards
a common dream of
the sleepless
Silence is the breeze that
brings so much
nostalgic sense
of humor and
makes one think how
fast the seconds go, how
life has been defined past twilight
changing existence into
memories you can't relive
Some will, in the days to
come, bring laughter
Perhaps even a single, meaningful
smile
Some will, as certain as
certainties, bring regrets and questions of
"what could have been if...?"
But for whatever shade
the moment brings, the
dawn is inevitable
and everything will be at the edge of
sunrise...
Mek
04.04.13
...I remember the days
when I
used to climb trees and
looked at the sun
while wondering about
butterflies and their yesterdays
I remember a time
when the wind
taught me to fly
a kite and
how important it is
to keep my feet
on the ground
The earth used to smell nice
I remember the first night
that the moon told me
tales about shadows and
the hooting owl
and I
remember one setting sun
when I walked away
from everything that
I
remember...
Mek
Mar09
...Silence
at the back
stage
defines
half the world's
thoughts...
Mek
03.20.13


**My first of a series
...There lies a plane
in every page of a blank book
where the colors of void
transcend
into a trance
of a silent dark
Beckoning a truth
detached
from chains of pride
beyond the burden
of the earth
beneath an old tree
inscribed by man
Cascading candle tears
signals a quill of its time to journey
into worlds
with the whispers of the wind
and a torch
that lights a painting
of fire...
Soon the flame will wane
blackness
will be absolute
and the dead knows
by the death of a candle
a poet will be born...
Mek
Jan09
Purpose...
the very essence eludes me
Leaving to wander at the
edge of something what
was thought to be
reason
Lost under the spell
of a moonlit nightmare
I succumbed into the
failure of logic behind choices
and the light
has been blinding
since regret became the only sun
I am
not
what I'm suppose to be
and sometimes
I wonder...
I'm alive
only because of
black breathless
dreams...
Mek
11.02.09
...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...
Mek
09.02.09
...Beneath every smile
lies a dormant tear in
this world of chaos
Needing a light
deep within the
decadence…

Beneath
every silence that
empties the day
cries a melange of nostalgic sky
Heard within dreams of
desperate solace
Overshadowed by insanity
shrouded by
the dark of
blindness…
Mek
Dec08
...I think I
willl keep it
til the end of time
Melted and tainted
three days of mourning
under the dead sun
Let it bleed
but never choke
Slowly
fade
or enjoy an old beat
It's never too late
...is it?
The rivers ain't dry
so as the cry
All is well...
maybe Was
never cared
but all the things that I keep inside
ruined my best
disguise...
Mek
Jul09
...And so we breach
the tainted glass
that obscures us
from the reality
that we've been seeking
Not all agrees and
sometimes we are branded
as heretics
deviated...
From the stake we burn
and we burn bright
never a scream of pain
Triumph is
the heartbeat of our soul
and to every shattered pieces
of fragments
left
marked by the trails of
our blood
we realize
that fresh air
is beyond those
walls...
Mek
Feb09
...The air is thick
heavy
burden to the soul
and every beat
gasps for light to flee
from a blinding choke
It's a nightmare
of visions
when you see
tomorrow will never
breathe
You suddenly recoil
to a memory
of the days when the air
smells like the sea
playing with the shore
one painted
sunset...
Mek
Feb09
...It was on
the streets of 96
when we started to live
the usual days with
an unusual
life
The first fires were
heavy and cold
but as time had promised
all faded
to a numb
We raced the sun to cheat
tomorrow
but She
never came
The pursuit was futile but
intoxicating enough for us
to believe that chances would
make the stars fall
so we could wish...
We had always thought
that we could reach
home
before nightfall
but the chase
never brought us
back...
Mek
Mar09
…Like saddened eyes
drenched deep
from the pains of yesterday
that shrouds a glimmering hope
whispered by tomorrow
Weak in the flesh
Undressed by regrets
Wandering endlessly
through thorns of dying roses
under vague black skies
of crying stars and bleeding moon
Alone in the night
in search of a warmth… to weep
Beneath the shadow of a cloak
Wading through dark waters of
uncertainties and despair
Struggling to survive
the splintering shivering cold
Blown by melancholic voices
that echoes within the void
of a withering heart
Desperately holding on
to desolated
breaths…
Mek
Apr 08
...Playing with the sun
a warmth in every breath
soaring with the breeze
cascading through wild daisies
A cradle within a sunflower's song
playing hide and seek
under the cool shade
of a contented wrinkled tree
Humming a song
a harmony in its leaves
and a butterfly *****
Stardust
magic in the sky
Scent of a lady and
a memory of a beautiful foliage
And as the sky
descends upon the horizon
into a collision
of melancholic hues
I wonder if tomorrow
will still be
warm...
Mek
Jan09
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