I fear
the day
I lose
the passion
to write

There's a man
a very misunderstood man
who hides behind
the mask of a jester
He has flaws
lots of them
He uses these flaws
to make people laugh
He thought
making other people laugh
will make him happy
but he was wrong
Besides, who wants to be
laughed at anyway
So he tries to give out
a serious aura
but it's too late
The damage
has already been done
and it's his fault
It's his fault
that he's misunderstood
Maybe deep inside,
he just doesn't know
what makes him happy
He has a lot of dreams
but seems to be very far
from achieving them
He lost a lot of people
in his life
People he loved so much
He still has people
left in his life
that he loves so much
but just doesn't seem to know
how to show that love
and that affection
What's wrong with this man?
He seems to be lost
in this labyrinth
called life
He doesn't know
where to start again
He has been eaten up
by the system
The daily grind
of a life in the city
just to make ends meet
He is in too deep
What's wrong with this man?
Does heaven have a place
for the misunderstood?

I had been waiting
in the place you said we'd meet
but you weren't there

The pain and sadness
of looking at a woman
you can never have

This pandemic has taken a lot of lives
People from around the world
are affected
It does not choose
It affects everyone
regardless of
the color of their skin,
the country they're from,
their status in life,
their age,
their ****** orientation
or their religion
But maybe
this is what the world needs
to remind
each and everyone of us
that we are all human
and that
we need each other
This may be
what will unite all of us
Something
that does not select its victim
Something
that is not seen by the naked eye
Something
that does not care
We are all in this together
fighting as a unit
in the face of adversity

The waves are calling;
asking me to ride with it
as the sun sets down

Her name is Carla
She is my rock
The sight of her makes me feel
that everything is going to be OK
I will love her
until by last breath
She has given me her whole life
Everything she does
is always for my well-being
She loves me unconditionally
All throughout her life,
she has made sacrifices
just to make sure
that I'll be OK
We don't have
the perfect relationship
but it doesn't matter
because I love her so much
No one can take
that love away
because she is my mother
and she will always be
until the day I die

You left me
on a September night
right where we had
our first drink
I already saw it coming
You were cold
You always wanted to have
the talk
whenever I said
I love you
As if those words
didn't matter anymore
I wanted to believe
that the reason
you left
is for our own good
but I honestly don't know
if that's true
because it hurt so much
It hurts
that for a rare time
I chose
to be vulnerable,
it was for someone
like you
who chose a different path
You chose the path
of success
and obviously,
I wasn't gonna be
a part of it

Mediocrity
lair of the ordinary
Aim for excellence

There are times
when I want
to talk to someone
about poetry
but there is
no one around
No one to talk to
about the best metaphor
or about the right words
to express how I feel
I am all alone in this
Whenever I mention
about the written word,
I see a subtle smirk
on their faces and
that hurts so much
for someone who has
given his all
for the craft
It is a lot worse
than being stripped off
of all your clothing
It is being stripped off
of your very soul

My childhood was happiness
It wasn't perfect
It was actually bittersweet
but I was happy
The innocence of a child
As I grew up,
life smacked me
right across the face
I learned that life
will never be
what you planned it to be
It made me experience
tragedy,
happiness,
disappointment,
and pain;
lots of it
It made me stronger
and wiser
But if I will be given
the chance,
I would go back
to being
that kid again
because life
was so much simpler
back then

Tired, lying in my bed
and yet I couldn't sleep
Thinking of the thousand
moments in my life
when I could've made
a better decision,
a better choice
My life may have ended up
in a better place
These thoughts
keep me up all night
They haunt me
but it's too late
and what hurts most is
I have to live with
those decisions
for the rest of my life

If you want to leave,
then go
but please
don't come back
because
I can't anymore
be as broken
as when I was
with you

Imagine a world
with no religion,
no politics,
no race,
no country,
no rich,
no poor
and no divide
Just a world
as one
A utopia
However,
if a utopia
is a figment
of the imagination,
then
what kind of world
are we living in now?

Mind, body and soul
The three essentials of life
Take good care of them

It's 2:00 AM
but I am wide awake
Thinking of
the right colors
to paint
on my empty canvas
Poetry
has been my refuge
It has been
my outlet for creativity,
my outlet for happiness
and my outlet for sadness
It gives me great pleasure
to look for
the right words to say
It is
the manifestation
of my artistry

Eight hours
of almost everyday
to make
the corporate machine
richer by the second
while we sacrifice
our dreams,
our families
and our passion
to put food on our plates,
to put a roof on our heads
and to provide education
for our children,
the hope of our future
when in fact,
it is our right
as people
to have them
in the first place

The pain
of the past
had made me
so numb
that I fear
I won't know
the feeling
of being loved
anymore

Oh my sweetest niece
Poetry personified
I love you so much

I miss the song
the waves sing
The calming sound
when it crashes
against the shore
Sun-kissed breeze
stroking the skin
The moon
reflecting brightly
off the sea
Listening to Marley
as time
passes without notice
Chill vibe
that only the island
can bestow

Injustice
is a father
shot years ago
lays to rest
while the one
who pulled the trigger
is enjoying
the freedom
of the innocent

I was criticized
Speaking nothing but the truth
how the system works

The rich and the poor
An unfathomable gap
Societal norm

You are my whole world
I am not even in yours
Why am I still here?

Politics and greed
A lethal combination
Harsh reality

Politicians,
we hate them the most
Irony
is a funny thing
The people
we hate the most
are the people
who can actually
carry out
the change
that we
so greatly desire

The sun rises very early
Waves are calling,
soothing what is typically
a troubled mind
Sharing a lonely view
with those who need
a temporary escape
from the perplexities
of a broken life

Living in a society
where the culture of elitism
is the norm
Poverty, a mortal sin
Those in the upper echelons
dictate the standards
The rich becomes richer
The poor becomes poorer
Equal opportunity is nothing more
than an idea from
a simpleton's mind
Change, merely spoken promises

It's been months
I can feel the loneliness sinking in
It's summer
but the air seems a bit cold
Alone
while trying to relate to an anti-romance movie
Back to square one
where it is the emptiest
Reminiscing naive memories of hoping for
an idealistic romantic situation
only to be shredded by
the harsh realities of life