Escaping were tears from her eyes.
Vicious were the hurting pains heard from her cries.
Endless echoes of deep and hallow voices.
Leaning towards the sun and againsts quiet noises.
Young was her son who never spoke a word and would probably speak none.
Not a day that passes that she has not missed her man.

People talking behind her while showing smiles infront of her face.
As if they were not fools when the truth is that they're more of a disgrace.
Gestures are weaved into words when her hands are in waves.
Uncomf'table with what the world thinks but her heart remains pure and unraged.
Implosive thoughts of anger that she can never let out and explode.
Residing in fears of doubtful taunts and still she remains dauntless and composed.
In days when the rain never stopped pouring.
God lits up a light without her even knowing.
A brightly blaze that is called the golden sun.
No more shedding of tears for those past and broken pieces are again mended into one.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose ***** snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Sending his thoughts to a place of complete nothingness.
Thinking of ridiculous things that no one could ever guess.
Understanding only the most senseless things that nobody would mind.
Paying attention to a game that can only be won by his kind.
Imprisoned in a world that no one would dare to visit.
Defending a title that he only has and would never make him get out to the nearest exit.

(J)ust like a noble steed she strides through the boundaries of every unmapped terrain.
(O)ne magnificent beast that could pass any hurdle with one leap and never feels the strain.
(S)uch beauty that she possesses brightly, makes the stars go dim.
(E)ven gods would probably kneel before her and just watch her glim.

(M)ighty as a stallion riding towards barren fields.
(A) vast amount of knowledge is what she has and what she wields.
(R)ested within her is a golden heart said to be pure.
(I)n her soul there is an endless humility with an extent that no man can measure.
(E)ternal like time and change, all cherished treasures.

(B)raving storms that only comes in the darkest days and the blackest nights.
(O)n solid ground she plants her feet as she prepares for the fight.
(R)ushing against the blowing wind and towards a victorious plight.
(J)ourneying through long and rough winding roads  she walks to find her path.
(A)s to where it leads, well lets leave it to her and that is that.

(V)aliant like a true knights sacred mount.
(I)n never ending wars that even kings can no longer count.
(C)ourteously she brings us smiles and laughters whenever the curtains are lifted.
(E)ven if behind it all, all she wishes is that all the sadness would have drifted.
(R)elentless are the tears that would never seem to go away.
(A)nd yet she hopes to find a proper bloke, to mend her heart, and with her to stay.
(L)ove that can over come any test and that is what she prays.

(A)bove the church were golden bells.
(N)ext to it was the finest sight, a hunch-back belle.
(N)ested in a tower of cobwebs and dusty shelves.
(E)xcept no one new that she was a princess walking among our common selves.

(C)arved within her heart is a beauty without comparison.
(U)nsuspectingly she can bust you out and then throw you to a jail garison.
(R)eclaimed by her will was a kingdom of magic.
(T)hat three young lads fought for her though always arguing about logic.
(I)n her eyes you can see a bright red glow.
(S)hining like blood red rubies in a cave under six feet of snow.

(S)ilence is sought out whenever she starts to sing.
(M)ajestic is her voice but can give you an alarming sting.
(I)n her greatest moments she sings with an enormous chorale.
(T)he kind of crowd that boosts her morale.
(H)old your breath for a mesmerizing musical royale.

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

(J)avelin like strikes is what it feels like when you get stung by his venomous poisoned tail.
(H)orriedly taking your life slowly like a cancer that in your sea of blood buoyantly sails.
(O)n the dead of night he crawls beneath your sheets.
(N)avigating through your camp, away from the fire and to give you the creeps.
(G)rinning like a beast as he makes you scream and shriek.

(H)is a deadly scorpion, a shell case demon who doesn't want anybody bursting his bubbles.
Impassable and has an impossible rage that you would never want to unravel.
(L)ethal is his face that would make you beg for your life when you face him.
(A) depth of a thousand fold vengeance is what he holds and its all about grim.
(R)uthless are the plans that he creates, the kind that would give you nightmares in your deepest of slumber.
(I)n his head you are not a person, but a target and just a number.
(O)ne grave mistake and you may find your self in a stinky niche of a dumpster.

Lost in translation I began to fade.
In the shadows of a million trees I went to find the shade.
Never wanting the gallows to pull me into the maze.
Killed the hypocrite who set me in blaze.
I closed my eyes and repented to the father.
Nimbly asking the heavens to open up the weather.

Paused for a moment and began to think.
Assisted the angels while they sang in sync.
Repainted the skies until the clouds turned pink.
Keeping my freedom till my wisdom made me sink.

I am an eternal being that cannot be touched.
That goes with a saying unless you have a watch.
My seconds as I call them are my pawns.
I am the father of eternity  ever since it was spawned.

I have minutes to spare whenever I can.
My generals are called hours that everyone spends.
One of my people live in a glass.
The other walks with you in a shadowy class.

If there is forever then that would be me.
I dont change that much even if years pass indifinitely.
I reside in the present, the future and the past.
You cannot escape me no matter how you go slow or fast.

I am a father of twelve but sometimes twenty four.
I fly quick, its up to you to hate or adore.
I can be given and even be chased.
Just dont blame me if youre running late.

One of my children stays in your pocket.
Another wrapped on your wrist so please pack it.
Sometimes you see me hanging on a wall.
Some people would trick you so with me they could stall.

I can be borrowed but never be bought.
You cant change me but I can make you learn the deepest thoughts.

Early winter morning under the weakened sun.
Trees sway with the thunderous roar of the blowing wind above the snowy sand.

Heaven's glorious symphonies are heard as church bells rang.
Young and old gather around as the choir started and sang.

Loud prayers can be heard from an echoing distance.
Emancipating each and every heart in a matter of chance.

Evangelic voices from the chorale continued aloud.
Now the priest started to preach with a voice so loud.

Valiant soldiers arrived to join the uplifted crowd.
In a timely manner unveiling a hidden shroud.

Little children were out in the fields playing.
Out in the evergreens vast wilderness and doing their own thing.

Roses and rasp berries were plenty on a nearby garden.
Its a beatiful place with a few wooden carvings.

At last the day is retiring, dusk arrives and the night will finally come and settle in.

Volumes of uncountable notions are lurking within my brain.
Ousting like scorching flames that can evaporate the pouring rain.
Needing to let them go like prisoners breaking out of their chains.
Senseless words that comes out of nowhere like bandits raiding a train.
Hailing from far beyond my head are immeasurable yet merky words.
Incapacitating my rationality yet it brings me to a place of thinking that is about to unfold.
Restless times that exhaust me withers my mind and my wandering soul.
Entirely escaping a niche that I came to call my sanity being burried in a shallow hole.

Laughing on my own while the rest of the world laughs at me.
Only to lose more of my mentality while I hid from them this epic side of my humanity.
A portion of me is on a leash since its mostly out of control.
Denting a hardened spirit that has almost took its toll.
Burning into ashes like trees  caught up in the fire.
Only to rise up once more like a **** that never gets tired.

Over this life time I have accumulated more than I could actually handle.
An exobite of entries still not enough to have me dismantled.
These are the things that runs through my head on every rising day.
Breaking this habit is like an addictive vice that shall never be out of play.
Admiring my own sense of reality while I stay in color when the world is in grey.
Yearning to make more pieces of poetry in acronyms served on a silver tray.

Varying in character, wisdom and in some other things that we inarguably bare.
And our individual attitudes are as different as the things that we like and care.
Lo us, a clique that no one can break or tear.
United in camaraderie and with every bit of compassion to spare.
Empathetic to one another when the only color there is to see is blue.
Some times we fight but we get reconciled in a few.

Older as we may grow and wiser we may become.
For all as we know, we are still children longing to play under the sun.

Forward we march to greet every new day.
Residing in our hearts is a forged unity that even death cannot slay.
Insatiable are the desires that within us may grow.
Enthusiastic'ly we float to where the water flows.
Neat smiles and laughters that are photographed in our cerebral nodes.
Dancing under the moon and the bright sun as if our hearts could explode.
Scenic moments that are framed within our heads.
Hangs in all of our memories like a spider's thread.
If time ages us and someday we all just fade.
Put your hand on your heart and remember the oaths and promises that we have made.

Predestined to sit on a chair is a man long foretold.
Engulf in a manner of truth and democracy that makes him bold.
Defined by honor and valor that in many battles he amassed.
Respiting only when needed be and when he must.
On parchments of solitude before the  coming dusk.

Orchestrated in his mind is a plan for the betterment of all.
Bestowing upon us all, is his service with open arms to heed and welcome every call.
At sophistication he stands as he leans to reach with a helping hand.
Liasing, bridging boundaries to make all one and to mend.
Down the lane arguements will find the way to peace.
On any occasion he may please you for all your pleas.

Jagged may be the path that will come ahead.
Up to the task, overcoming it will be just like a tangled line that could be an ache in the head.
Nicely and carefully straightening it in a graceful trance.
It will not take long before the knots made by confusion turns into chance.
On a pedestal long fortold to be stood upon.
Respect, honor and all that rhymes with it will be embedded in one brand.

(V)elvet were the skies when in november rained.
(H)owling was the gustling of the wind before the winter solstice came.
(O)ver the mountain tops trees started to sway.
(N)eatly stretched branches dancing like children at play.
(G)reeting the heavens and waving at the sun and its melodious rays.

(N)ot far from the lake side stood a shack.
(A) spider weaving web of threads so elastic, lives on the back.
(V)aguely watching the world as it revolves and as it slowly cracks.
(A) ghostly whisper was heard in a nearby brush.
(R)elentless as it echoes repeatedly through a green woodland lush.
(R)ight about the country side a bond was made.
(O)ne sacred union between a lumber jack and a lovely southern maid.

Fear me for those who have too much of me tend to lose self control.
Repeating their inappropriate actions in multiple ways, that they get thrown in the hole.
Even those who are in shackles its me they aspire.
Everyone around them suffers once I am acquired.
Discipline is out of the question when in people's hands I am obtained.
Only in death they wait for then I will be trully attained.
My meaning is worthless to many when I am awfully stained.

Jerusalem is the place where he grew.
Entrusted with a burden to save humanity and to walk with jews.
Satan tempted him ones to abandon his task.
Unto the night he prayed to the father till morning and dusk.
Son of "God" as we have come to call him.

Crucified on the cross with blood all over his skin.
He defied death when the third day came.
Rose from the dead and humaniy was reclaimed.
In "Bethlehem" he was born in a manger.
Shone a light for three royal strangers.
This is "HE" the king of kings, when he was born the angels descended from heaven and they came to sing.

Forgive me if I say this when I'm ******.
Understand that this is what you wished when you had me dissed.
Catch me waving this insignia up in the air.
Keep in mind that I won't give a **** or care.

Yes, I know that you saw it coming.
Outrageous as it may seem but Im just beginning.
Underestimate me again and next time we meet, that *** of yours will have an unforgetable whooping.

Tell mell you want me, tell me to stay.
Tell me that you wouldn't have it any other way.
Tell me I'm all yours, tell me today.
Tell me right now before I turn and walk away.

'Cause I've been thinking, over thinking.
Every little thing you say and do.
I've been thinking, over thinking.
When you looked at me and said you felt it too.

Tell me you love me, tell me to stay.
Grab me around my waist don't let me walk away.
Tell me I'm all your, tell me today.
Tell me I warm your soul when clouds are cloudy grey.

And I pray you fell the same.
'Cause I've been thinking about giving you my last name.
This world is full of crazy things, and the most insane must be waking up without you next to me.
I don't want to wake up without you next to me.

Tell me you love me and that will never change.
Tell me that I'm the one you'll call your ball and chain.
Tell me I'm all yours and youre here to stay.
Tell me you'll die if we don't kiss every day.

I'll be the "MR" if you'll be my "MRS".
And I'll be the wizard to grant you all of your wishes.
Follow me alone, we'll tiptoe down a golden road.
And when we finally find our home.
I'll put my queen atop a throne.

And tell you I love you every day.
I'll come home with chocolates and a red bouquet.
We'll get through the hard times, we'll never fray.
We'll stay in color while the world's in black and grey.

So tell me you want me, tell me to stay.
Grab me around my waist and don't let me walk away.
Tell me you'll love me till our final days.
'Cause I've been hopin' that you'd marry me someday.
I've been hopin' that you'd marry me someday.

Finding the right ones is the hardest thing to do.
Reaching the outskirts of the world and you'll only find a few.
In most cases you can only search for the finest of companions.
Even if you get too many of them you wouldn't find their real intentions.
Not a single soul would be there to be found whenever you really are in need.
Do not be so careless for they will only use you just to satisfy their greed.
So be careful when you turn around or they will stab you on the back just so you would bleed.

Showing a thing of gratitude is never easy.
Even if the wind blows the tide ashore and our lives gets breezy.
People come as they slowly go.
Truth is Im grateful that it is you I came to know.
Endowed by you is a frienship that god has bestowed.
Much meaning, a gift you showed.
Best as a companion and youre greater as a friend.
Entangled in a friendship that with hopes shall not end.
Rejoicing with gleeful laughters and a forever gladness that our hearts are mend.

Be brave to stand up against the overwhelming power of a monopolous tyrany.
All should gather as one to liberate the populus from decades of dynasty.
Let everyone know that the righ time has finally come.
And it is timely to restart and let the people know to end this sham.
Over two decades has and have been long enough for them to rule above us.
Arise, take a stand and prepare your spears to aim and ******.
No more mugging of our towns people, no more summoned ones will go home crippled.

My pen is my finest blade.
Its sharpened with words that shall not fade.
My blood is the ink that writes my rhyme.
My soul resides in the phrases that I embed in time.

When I fight I use my eternal words.
I shoot them like bullets and thats how I speak to the world.
Sometimes my words come out rotten.
Though Im sure each one of them will not be forgotten.

Others like me will put a stain on your souls.
With the deepest thoughts that under your skins shall crawl.
There are times that I wrote things that I too cannot understand.
Those moments when my brain goes out of hand.

I reveal the truth when all there is are lies.
I uncover the shrouded flaws that the truth also hides.
I am a great liar who speaks the truth.
I am a truth teller who keeps a million fruits.

I could be your greatest ally and your finest friend.
Betray me and you wouldnt like the way I create your end.
So be it now I bid you farewell.
My mind is now writing new poems that my heart starts to beat like hell.

When the poet sings, his lines could take you.
When the poet sings, his rhymes could make you.

When the poet sings, his thoughts could break you.
When the poet sings, his words could taunt you.

When the poet sings, harmony  becomes a game.
When the poet sings, his words are gathered from your name.

When the poets sings, he defies word chemistry.
When the poet sings, grammar decays its anatomy.

When the poet sings, he shows you his heart.
When the poet sings he tears reality and rips it apart.

When the poet sings, he creates a philosophy.
When the poet sings, he speaks in trilogy.

When the poet sings, its a fantasy.
When the poet sings, its a different reality.

Lift your head and stare at the heavens.
Open those eyes before the means justifies the end.
Orchestrate your words like theres no tomorrow.
New light will come you wont stay in sorrow.
Imprint in others lives and you will understand it.
Each minute that you will breathe will be worth it.

Juviniles are those who are seated on the side of the law.
United by their appointmet in power with their claws scratching their flaws.
Some look angelic while hiding their demonic side.
These devils are in office with no rules to abide.
In liberty they speak to you with elegance.
Corrupting your taxes, so called democrats and republicans.
Every one is not safe from their hunger of power and their arrogance.

In a few years I'll be done.
Like in the movies, in 60 seconds I'll be gone.

Im just passing time till there is none.
Until then my last battle will be won.

There is nothing left to think of now.
All I can do is to take my final vow.
Before the last of me gets dismantled and disavowed.

So I'll just say one last quote.
And it may be the last of me, my final oath.

Never ending thoughts of you run through the depths of my mindless brain
It’s like taunting me, haunting me through sunshine and rain
Can’t stop thinking, it’s you I keep on dreaming
At dawn, night fall or dusk from noon, your name I’m screaming
Love may be the cause of this, it’s you I can’t stop dreaming
You light up my days even if the night falls and the world starts dimming
Not a word or lifetime would be enough to show you every bit of this feeling

Opened my eyes to a whole new kind of perspective
Righteous is your face, you are just so distinctive
Quite great wonders cannot be compared to you
Up in the heavens, even the Gods will kneel for you
In the break of light, in the fall of night
Zapped by your beauty, I’ll be just a man to win your fight
And the stars will be on collision, though in theory, there is no connection

My lady, the only silhouette emerging from shadows deep
A face of beauty, a kind of girl that is worth to keep
Let love rain upon the seasons of fall, autumn and spring
If you will let me be, I would like to be next to your throne, be your king
Make the best of the moment, like there will never be another
And tell you words that can bring life to a place called forever
Times of valiance of the courageous stories of the brave
A piece of life, a spark of my sanity, a surfing tide above the waves

Sought by many is I that both have the essence of power and fulfillment in my name.
Up the ladder everybody climbs, so that I could be obtained.
Countless failures are faced before I am reached.
Cruel are the lessons in the loses that to you I get to teach.
Every step of the way I will send you a hardly passable obstacle.
Strive hard to climb every wall, every barricade and every hurdle to get to my pinacle.
Stop at nothing, fear none and one day you may have me, for I am the most seek crucible.

Counting the minutes while waiting for hours.
On the days that turned into weeks then bloomed the flowers.
Nesting the months till I hit the floor.
Carefully listened till my senses were sore.
Echoing the phrases while I paced each phase.
Not missing my resources when I get lost in the maze.
Then glory comes over and gives the spoils.
Remembering to be carefull and fateful or it will be foiled.
In a few years or later when I get to climb the stairs, I'll finally get to see why everbody cared.
'Xcuse me now, I've got to go, my day is done so see you again tomorrow.

Somehow this is not what it seems.
However you see it is not what it really means.
Explaining it all would just derail your perception of reality.
Relax, Im not going to destroy your innocent mentality.
Obnoxious as I may appear to your parted head.
Visions about me that you will never be able to sew with your own threads.
If thats complicated for your swelling brain.
Never ask this book the amount of his grains.

A streak of light that I am about to hold.
Begins to shine on a gloomy summer's cold.
Often glistens in triumphant stories told.
Venting in breezes of weather that you cannot mold.
Even in the eve of 'September's relenting colors of gold.

People from every corner of the globe fight wars just to have me.
Every man killing their own so with them I could be.
All the world requires me to be acquired.
Can't they see that the more they fight the more I retire.
Each day is a battle that is on the loose, hear me humanity and have a truce.

Jaw dropping was the sight that came before the tide.
On a river that flows with a brush of dandelions right beside.
Marching down from the distance in a long and winding path.
A curious beholder emerging from a well shrouded shaft.
Resting his feet while holding a scripture on his lap.

And with a tree that he found in the open field.
Beneath its shadows and the shade it wields.
Reading a lovely story while he holds its scroll.
Off he went and his imaginative mind goes for a stroll.
Jacked into the realm of novel and the world of fiction.
Entangled to a different space and reality of conviction.
Nested  as a bird in a perfect ly written conclusion.
And was deeply submerged in an endless fictional delusion.

Blown by every word in structure.
Admiring the rythmic strings of a vocabulary that seemed different in its own feature.
Yearning to attain the same prowess and skill.
Oddly thinking of words within the thoughts that makes him still.
Trapped in his mentality is a knowledge still unscratched.
A wee bit more of hidden capacity that is still unhatched

A perfect name fittedly made for a king.
Residing in his blood is a soulful song that the angels sing.
This is my own way of greeting my good grand uncle.
Hope he likes it and when he reads this he doesnt mumble.
Using my words in a string of flattery may not suffice.
Remember that we appreciate your love and every advice.

My gift to you is this poetic piece.
Although its not much, I hope your happy and pleased.
Reread the lines whenever you have the time.
Take notice that your name is written in this rhyme.
Its the best thing that I can come up with.
Now forgive me if there is not enough length and width.
Even if today you got a little more older.
Zoned in a more deeply made persona that just made you much bolder.

Adore the world in a different perspective.
Believe in others and avoid the negative.
Remember the battles that made you tall.
Above all else you should never fall.

Jousting knights were riding to find their quest in a barren field.
An army of wondering nobles and in their hands are the swords that they wield.
Night fell upon their aspiring esquires in a battle forged in steel.
Unsuspecting barrons have been ambushed by serfs and pages that came from the every side of the marching wheels.
A king was delightfully slain by a cowardly tretcherous duke.
Reigned by terror is his queen who witnessed his death and it made her puke.
Young was the prince who planned his father's fall, in order for him to rule the throne and be the master of all.

Judge by the world just because of sexuality.
Over criticised by law due to abnormality.
Excluded from the rest of men.
Learned to wait for the moment that only god knows when.

Battling for co-existance when the world does not permit.
Aspiring that with their resistance someday they will submit.
Defying the odds and the twist of fate.
Unscorched by destiny still fought but didnt hate.
At last the war is over and the battle is done, the victors take the spoils for they have won.

Seven billion people live on earth.
Many are born in poverty and they have more worth.
Unravelled by their own secrecy were the masters of men.
Great flaws and hoaxes are revealed but only time knows when.

Ghosts of the past will return to haunt the days.
Life as we know it will end in so many ways.
Aboard the clouds we will just enjoy the view.
Seeing the light of tomorrow on a different hew.
Silently we shall watch existance till the world is new.

Jotting words that flows like water is not that easy.
Honestly its a hard thing but it keeps the mind busy.
Each line is like a heart beat that turns into melody.
A melodic rhythm that in any time could lose balance and just turns into a broken harmony.
Nice and naughty notions will somehow come into motion at times.
Negative words that could hurt feelings but it ain't a crime.
And it matters not if your syllables dont make sense as long as the given emotions will rhyme.

Let your heart be your guide so you could find the right words to say.
Evenly scribe the ink as you try to pronounce those words to be in play.
Even if you loose your grey matter, but i pray it not to happen at any given day.

Killing me are the thoughts of you that still resides within my head.
Im having a paranoia that Im thinking to stuff it with lead.
My heart tells me to love you still.
But my brain is profoundly against it that its about to loose its will.
Every day your face is taunting me.
Retiring at night with your smile that  keeps haunting me.
Lurking in my dreams is your ever shapeless silhouette.
Yet your laughter reminds me of a face that I can't forget.
Not a moment that belongs to eternity that I regret.

Be still when you feel like shaken.
Resist the thougth of sadness or you will be taken.
If life tries to hurt you try not to stumble.
Each time a thorn ****** you , you should not crumble.
No pain can linger in a strong hearted soul.
Christ is with you and with his all.
Embrace him well and you shall not fall.

New light always comes during sunrise.
Open your love to the one true christ.
Vast as the universe he knows it all.
Even in darkness he'll make you stand tall.
Lean only on the god almighty.
And he shall bless you with countless bounty

Leap with your faith unto the lord
Even ****** would lose with his demon hordes.
Defy evil and believe the mesiah.
Deny old lucy and praise queen maria.
And all will be well according to isiah.

Part of me that I would never let you see.
Enclosed and deeply shrouded in endless mystery.
People say that I'm terribly insane.
Souls that deprive me without knowing whats in my brain.
In others eyes I'm just some neuro-psychotic freak, and that my mind is only bound by ******-neurotic thoughts that makes the world reek.

Jesus once walked among his sinful children.
One holy child who shouldered a worldly burden.
Saints were part of his life long journey.
Everyone was fed with bread and fish when they are hungry.
Peter the first known pope once denied him but was given hope.
Humbly killed by a spear while nailed to the cross, fear not for there was no lost.

Valiant son of the almighty.
And prince of good that enlights we.
Lifting our spirits with joy and hopes.
Divine mercy from the holy ghost.
Enter we shall to his holy plain.
Zapped by his grace and kindness for he reigns

May his name be in your heart.
A mighty king and the son of god.
Cry no more for he is coming.
All the world will gather to praise him.
Gone will be the days of hurt and pain.
United we shall be while he reigns.
Bestowed upon us are his blessings.
All of the world pray to the king.
No more suffering and no more hate.
God is with us so lets keep the faith.

Crowned in a kingdom far away.
His royal majesty' the prince of galloway.
Enchanting beholder of every lass.
Simply noble and loved by the mass.
The first son of a mighty king.
Engaged to a maiden who owns a horse with a wing.
Raised in a place beyond the sea of battle.

Believed to have slain a dragon beneath the mantle.
Escaped the hands of time from the meridian.
Now a legend for being valiant.
Now a light in the cosmic ocean.
In a church above the mountain he got married.
Nine years later his wife gave birth to three sons that she carried.
Got ascended to the throne when he was older.
Taught his sons how to be good and bolder.
One day when he finally had to go.
Ninety years was enough and his blood stopped to flow.

How do you deal with his kind?
You dont even know how he runs his mind.
Plotted againts you are his plans.
Obtaining your trust but will never lend you his hands.
Courtesy he will show you when you face him.
Right on the back he will stab you like your paper thin.
If you know what he can do.
To play his own game is what you should do too.
End his hypocrecy before he finishes you.

She stole my heart when I first saw her.
Like a relief from out of nowhere she made me better.
It happened like the strike of lightning.
Precisely fast and accurately frightning.

Kicking the life out of me it was breath taking.
Never stopped thinking of her till my head started aching.
Once more the hands of time moved.
Then the hourglass drained the sand in a delightful groove.

An unexpected meeting of two souls that happens in one sudden moment.
Brief glances that turned both our heads and locked our eyes for one another so such a feeling could commence.

Courtship that started with a hope that I may be able to get your sweetest response.
Dealt with a task so seemingly impossible while praying for that one chance.

Each minute that turns into hours and the days that turns into weeks.
For all those months that became years and its your love that I still seek.

Great feats that will still have me tested through all task that I must overcome.
For it is how I must be weighed with what I am capable and if I can better myself, outdone.

Heading towards you with a bouquet of flowers that I hold in my trembling hands.
Its that woderful feeling that makes me nervous to ask you out and bond.

Joyful is what I was when we first went out on a date.
Keenly keeping my self composed as we stay out late.

Little talks that turn into lengthy conversations as we forget about the time.
Marvelled by your magnificent beauty as you smile.

Now I really mean and been needing to ask you if we shall ever be.
One answer that I waited long enough and worked for and if you'll have me.

Pulling myself together as I gather the strength to ask you these words.
Quick on my knees to ask you five or six words.

Reassured by your refreshing and relieving smile.
Stood me up and you said yes, it made me feel the luckiest man alive.

Then one day you gave me such one good news.
Uplifted me with happiness as if I could lose my screws.

Valuable but priceless our own sweet little dainty pearl.
With you and this lovely gift I want nothing more in this world.

X? what shall I do with such a letter, maybe put it in the trash.
Yes, because its been over and it was someone who had my heart crushed.
Zero is now the right word and also fits the number of emotions that I no longer have.

Like a child I sat in a corner and played.
Intuitively did the things that I wanted so the ones around me had to be persuade.
Mindless as a stone I kept on going.
Perfectly playing the part of a fool without me knowing.

Brick by brick my body slowly crumbled.
In the eve of night my life suddenly stumbled.
Zoned in a derailed capacity and now with a limited motion.
Keeping only my mentality but unable to make a notion.
I started to realized my biggest mistake.
Talking to the wall and the ceiling now finally seeing the path that I choosed to take.

Many years ago I went around the world to travel.
At will I stepped on every boulder, on every rock and stone and on every sand and gravel.
Into every concrete jungle.
Navigated every ***** with every stroke that I can handle.
Explored every place, with all the phase I kept my pace, to keep my face.

Moving restlessly from one county to another.
Every country had a different currency from the other.
Night and day I kept on going.
Dove into every water that was flowing.
One voyage to another.
Zeroed down to my bed, I thought of the weather.
A tree outside my room was about to wither.

Counting the minutes while waiting for hours.
On the days that turned into weeks then bloomed the flowers.
Nesting the months till I hit the floor.
Vaguely listened till my senses were sore.
Echoing the phrases while I paced each phase.
Reaching through my resources when I get lost in the maze
Glory then comes over and gives the spoils.
Yet still being carefull and fatefull or it will be foiled.
Some years later when I climb the stairs, I'll finally get to see why everybody cared.