I was there when the sun met the moon.
A smile in the bar,
from the other side of the world.
Fragile moments with delicate frames,
One late night eclipse.

I was there when the sun lifted his head.
When the moon's eyes snared,
And traced an awestruck face.
I watched the pull of two titans unprepared,
Erase the earth between them, history's tally scrubbed bare.  

I was there when the sun calmed and cooled.
When the moon became the centre of the universe.
Radiant strings of stars only too eager to align.
Old passages and signatures, smiled on their scarred words as they fell into new books.

I was there when the sun couldn't hide.
I caught the moon dancing in her own light.
A source and reflection of beauty held safe floating on the night.

I was there when the moon woke the sun.
Dragged into dawn by realities bite.
The moon's time was done whilst the sun just begun.

I was there for the full week eclipse.
When the moon shone.
When the sun felt.
I heard the moon sing forecasts to the skies.
I felt the sun when he drew plans for a new home.

I was there when the sun held the moon.
An embrace felt residual.
I watched as they slept,
From the other side of the world

Do You Ever Have … " Those Meetings " …

That Somehow Leave You Feeling …
That Something of … DEEP MEANING …
Was REVEALED Within That Meeting … ?!?

Did You Meet By … " Chance " … ?
Or Was It In Your Cards … ?
For THIS MEETING To Leave A MARK … !?!

As If You'd Met Back In The Past …
That's Kind of DEEP But Now I See …
That It's Just The Start of This Poems' Heart …

A Heart That BEATS … !!!
Like When You Meet Someone So Sweet … !!!

That They Make You Feel ...
As Though Something REAL ...
Is About To Direct ...
Your Body And Head ...
BEYOND Thoughts of *** ...
To A Place That Lends ...
Itself To Prospects of Finding Depth …
That Bonds With STRENGTH … !!!!!

So That You Can Share Views …
That Make Your … " Two " …
Now Seem To Be … " ONE " … !!!

A Meeting Can Do This Kind of Stuff … !!!

ENCOURAGE LOVE And MORE To Boot …
Because The Two of You Move With A UNIFIED Groove … !!!

Like A Meeting of Minds … !!!
Where Intellect FINDS A Way To UNITE ... !!!

REJECTING … Fights … !!!!!!!!!

A Place Where Insights …
ENHANCE GOOD Times …
Happiness And Smiles … !!!

A Vibe That's … RARE … !!!
When You Meet Folks Now … !!!
Who'd Rather MEET GLARES …
As If You're On … " TRIAL " … ?!?

NOW Meeting With Mouths Can Cause You FROWNS …
Because MOST Aren't Down Like The Man James Brown … !!!

He's Met With His Maker …
But Left Sounds To … SAVOUR … !!!!!

You See A Meeting of Views And Verse From … " Jeru " …  
Inspired My Mind To Write These Cool Rhymes … !!!

The Tune Was …. " Not The Average " ….

A Tune Where Jeru' Managed …
To Prove He Causes Damage … !!!!!

When Thoughts And Meets From His Past In The Streets …
Touched Preemos' Beat And Painted Scenes …
of Meeting Themes With Chicks And Fiends …

Well Kinda Like him …
My Words Are CLASSIC … !!!!!
Cos' I'm …. NOT Your Average ... !!!!!

I Meet With Levels Above The Devil … !!!
ABOVE Dishevelled … Souls Who Revel …
In ... Retreating From Meeting …
  
Because Their Being's ...
Lacking Feeling Supportive of Healing … ?!?

It Seems That Competing And Constantly Beating …
Nobody But THEMSELVES Is Where They Dwell …

So I … " Wish Them Well " … !!!

My Meetings' NOW Don't Deal In Crowds … !!!

I Deal With ME And Who I Be … !!!
Which Is Why I Prefer … My Own Company … !!!

Rather Than With The Herds of … " Human Sheep " … !!!!!
The Tone of This Piece Has Now CHANGED It's Theme ...

Company I Keep I Now Choose WISELY … !!!
Because Energies Can Affect Mans' Chi … !!!!!

And Mine Prefers … BALANCE ….. !!!!!!!
NOT … IGNORANT Scenes …

So Before These Things Happen … !!!

AGREE To DISAGREE And Go In PEACE … !!!

Is How I Be Which Now Protects Me …
From The Kind of Meetings Breeding BLEEDING … !!!

I Try To Meet With Peeps Who Want To See ...
MORE Love And Peace And … UNITY …
And Families … In HARMONY … !!!!!

I Believe Like Them …
That Truthful Blends And Heads With SENSE … !!!
NEED TO Meet With Heads Who Could CARE LESS … !?!
About LISTENING MORE To ... CONSCIOUS Thoughts …
Instead of Talk That Creates … WARS … ?!?!?

LESS Crossing Swords MORE MEETS With Warmth … !!!
Would SURELY Ensure That Friendships … SOAR … !!!!!!!!!

So That Those Who Meet …
On What They Call … " Wall Street " ...

Would See That Their Teams And Monetary Schemes …
Cannot Compete With COMMUNITIES That Live In PEACE …
And Choose NOT TO FEED Off Monetary GREED ... !!!!!

A …. " Utopian Dream " …. ??!??

I Agree …. Probably …… ?

But Won't EVER Stop Believing … !!!
That We Can Be ACHIEVING … !!!

Such Utopian Dreams …
Through … FRUITFUL ….

…….. " Meetings " ……..

I meet you daily at a train station around St. Cook’s,
today you wore that weary traveler look,
struggling to carry a backpack by its slender hook,
looking through a corner of my eye that you may have mistook.

Finding a seat by the window,
standing in front as I could see only your shadow,
offering to give you my place as though I did owe,
smiling almost to yourself,
yet choosing to forego.

Your name must have been the sky,
as your eyes were as blue,
just as the ocean reflecting the sky,
meeting you by chance and I don’t know why,
sadness in your eyes is not something I could allay,
load off your shoulder is all I could take away,
can’t do nothing more than wonder and pray.

Someday I will know you more on your journey faraway,
on this non-stop ride we choose to be on everyday.

To you,

We've just met today
for the first time
but I have to tell you
A year from now
I'll realize my feelings
for you and I hope
that you will hear
them then

Lovingly yours,

-em vidar

Chattering birds, not colourful
But friendly in their own grey way.
They make a lot of noise,
Not really saying much
But making a big effort
To be understood.
So willing to help
But not to commit,
Each proposal embraced
By a disclaimer; they mean well,
Of course, they do.
Their motivation can’t be faulted,
But there’s need for a psychic, a mind-reader,
For everything’s insinuated, nothing discussed.
So many points pronounced, declared,
Underlined, exclamated but not communicated,
Feeling no empathy, we all put on our coats
Against the cold draft of confusion.
.

The bitter sting of winter's singing howl
Drives me to seek some deep and darkling place
Far from the blizzard's scorn, the wind's embrace,
Far from the beasts who bear its brunt to prowl
In search of prey. I'll clutch close to my cowl
And cloak, beneath which hides a younger face
Than most foresee. The forecast yields no trace
Of hope for safety 'pon the road. No foul,
My fellow traveler, don't fear from me.
I'll lay my knife down well before we meet,
Before we each choke down a share of ***
Or what would pass to warm camaraderie;
I know not where I've passed, to where I've come;
I simply beg a place to warm my feet.

the school bell rings sharply
at nine-twenty in the morning,
echoes across the classroom,
are the usual 'Selamat Pagi, cikgu'.

fast forward to nine-forty,
boring lessons and classes
requires essay crafting
and dream jobs listing,
instead, we wrote fan letters
to be the filial wives of
members from boybands

fast forward to noon,
we were hooked on stories,
from breakups of social divas
to everyone's future college plans.
those were the days,
that should never end.

fast forward to today,
it's now nine-twenty,
greetings for teachers,
are now meetings with bosses,
essays are now reports,
compadres are now colleagues.

memories are the sweet
in the word 'bittersweet',
and I'm starting
to miss the taste,
every time the clock strikes
exactly at nine-twenty.

A complicated concept
Dumbed-down
For even a weak mind
To easily interpret
It's more than just
"understanding" they get
These weak minds,
Seemingly, flock to it.