...Everything
looks gray like a
restless rain dance amidst despair
Most people deny the scent of
hanging corpses and walk
away from the
inconvenience of truth
and some
think of faith as a mere question
...a choice behind a thought
while the rest of us desperately
conceal the mask
in the pocket of defiance
hoping chance will never give way to
fate...

Control
where does it lead to
if absolute freedom is a path to
chaos?

Maybe I'll never know
So
I'll burn the sacrifice and eat
the ashes from what's left of the
dilemma...

The ground was heavy and the air was dense. Time clashed with logic to pull the sun up again. She breathed heavily while broken thoughts lingered inside her chest. All she wanted was to understand...

...Crowded streets
and empty rooms
intertwine
with everyday life
The sun may be golden
but it doesn't always
shine...

...Despite the obvious reason behind her strength, she descended into the depths of a blackout doubt. Succumbed by something that felt like the lacuna in her breath, she looked at the hazy afternoon sky while she awaited the dark...

...Even the sky
wear masks
not to hide the imperfect
but to conceal
the one thing
that would make it
real...

...The dissonance in her head was from the void within a moonlit anguish. She thought it would rain but never expected the nightmares of the cold. She desired for a midnight fire...

...Bridges
fill up the gap
but loose ends
are not meant to be tied
when reasons
become
selfish...

...Seated upon a throne
at the edge of a rusted blade
of corrupted flesh and blood
A man feasts greedily
watching over slaves
who built rainbows
and clouds and blue skies
He wore brightly colored jewels
born of arrogance and filth
Slave of a golden crown
with nothing but a void
underneath the skull
He floats as he walks
with a pride of a king
but the stench can never be contained
as it screams that
this self proclaimed god
is a wretched sight
of a decaying piece
of disease...

...She speaks in the cold
a naked warmth
Burning cloak
of cold fires
through dark shadows
emanating from beneath
Heaven is a long journey
that winds up
within the path of hell
and maybe
endless
Maybe we won't find it
There is no easy way
but to swallow each thorn
to bleed us dry
Words were not made by
rainbows and colorful skies
but of burden
that ironically saves us...
Would we deny it?
Yes
we always have...

...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...

...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...

...They have been with us
for as long as time
could remember
Lingering in thoughts
in every dreams
Shattered no more
freed from the masquerades
of a system
dictating us all
Waking to a hand-choked
tomorrow
that will never
be ours
so I long
not to be like them
...yet
But to know the
things behind every truth
If the dead could only speak
or perhaps
if I could only hear
or listen to their voices
then maybe
just maybe
things will be
clearer...

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...

It was on a starless Night…
Moonless
Dark
A Silence being whispered by the wind
I walk along the empty road
My path shrouded by
shadows and…

So quiet
but for the velvet rhythm of the leaves

I sunk in Contemplation, drifted
in my thoughts
As I tread my pace, nothing enters…
blank
Confusion starts
Doubt is
talking to me
What am I doing here?

Nothing I understand… everything is
Vague
Deep
in thought of wandering shadows
A thought tainted my vision…
”Nostalgia”
sentimental tears
and a
cloak of melancholic reverie…

As I walk on, through cascades of eternal sadness
I stopped…
hesitated
to go on
…is there any reason to go on?


Mek
1999

...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...

...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...

He spent his last moments under the rain. Those raindrops reminded him of the songs of a thousand voices in his head. He had hoped things like these would stop...

...She sensed
wickedness
in her dream
It wasn't time yet
but she struggled for
light...

...Flood came like washed out memories. He remembered when the flowers withered when night came. He stood motionless anticipating the drown. Ironically he smiled...

...She had always
believed in miracles
Though
she never knew
the taste of it
her hopes were strong...

...Time had stopped. Everything came back... everything. He knew that regrets would never taste sweet but never thought they could make him cry. And so he cried without the rain...

...Down on her knees
the wound was
deep
She wanted to cry but
they would see her
It rained
and she smiled...

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…

She sits at the corner of a dusty room just beneath the ground. She tried to touch the bruise on her cheek but the throbbing pain was too much. She now believed that she's alive...

...Seven candles
and the sixth reminds him
of mommy
if only she's here
then the flames
would light
a better eighth...

...A bloodless sunlight struggled to reach her through a small window. She denied the calling as she sank into the nightmare. She never believed in hell 'til now...

...It was a night
when the moon wasn't suppose
to run red
she was gone
"I miss you..."
he heard himself whisper...

...An old wooden chair creaked as it carried her burden. She looked at the floor and the teardrops that stained the dust. She wore a devil's halo on her neck. She let go. Not to feel the breathing ground again...

...He blows the candle
with sadness
If only his wishes would
come true...
He is too young
to sit
under the rain
alone...