I look up in the sky at night
Eversince I was a child
Hoping to see a shooting star
That would make my wish come true
But all I see is the airplanes
Even then I make my wish
Pretending that the airplanes are shooting stars.

It has been raining peonies and carnations
since you said "hi"
and I have been walking on
cherry blossom-covered pavement eversince.

I  remember the day I lost my soul.
And I wish I could explain it better but how exactly do you explain your dignity being stepped on and your innoncence being ripped to shreds?
The details don't matter because they never do.
I just wanted to go back home.
I just wanted to go back twenty minutes and wait for my friend.
I just wanted to go back an eternity and never take my first breath because how can I still be alive when I feel so dead inside?
And I was just a kid, but I grew up twenty years in the space of twenty seconds.
I didn't cry because I was empty.
I didn't scream because my throat was dry.
I thought about flying and the sound my shoes wouldn't have made on the pavement had I had wings.
Then I thought about this guy who'd made wings out of wax in the legend, and how he'd gotten too close to the sun and died.
And I thought maybe I was already dead.
Because my wings were melted and I was already falling down I
Have drowned in oceans deeper than the universe and
Like a heart lost at sea I am a human lost in the billions of lives walking around me
And joking about **** and not realizing their jokes are not funny
Stripping me down to an skeleton, an object to be played with, a mass of skin and bones, a live doll who couldn't get her voice to be heard by people passing by and turning their heads the other way is not funny.
And I don't want to wish you dead
But I can't bear to see you alive
I have suffered a thousand nights
Your words on my skin like a burning fire
Boiling my blood with the anger a 16 year old should never have to feel
I have been walking the walk of shame
Eversince you spit on the floor where you lay my ruined soul and left me to die And maybe one day I won't wake up with the image of you at my throat but for now you poisonned my past so each night I bleed my ink on paper to forget the weight of your body on top of mine
and I can't trust or smile or live the way I did before and I fall asleep each night feeling your shadow breathing down my neck I
Am no longer a blooming flower but a rotten scent like the perfume you were wearing that night I
Am not dead but I don't wish to feel so I sleep and in my dreams I wash my face with your blood and wipe my tears with my courage so I can clear my eyes and watch you as I blink you away you have not won this battle
In my dreams I am the hero and I don't have bruises and marks imprinted on my body because you do not exist in my dreams
But then I wake up and take twenty shattered breaths on my shaking lips and even as I suffocate in a world that doesn't understand my pain I live each day stronger than the next and let your memory fall down the land of oblivion with the hope one day I'll turn around and you'll be gone.
I have hope.

She is the lady I met yesterday
Wearing embroidered black abaaya made in Dubai
A black veil covers most of her face...
but a pair of her mysterious looking eyes..
Has Captured my interest eversince that day

She was sitting in a a cafe all alone one fine day
Sipping black arabic coffee looking so lonely...
I stole a glance and observed her closely..
She is somewhat a mesmerizing beauty...

When she walked out that door,
she held her head down..
Not a chance for me to meet her in the eyes
But her inner beauty shines in her hidden body
A Respectable lady is a true beauty...

A pair of her eyes tells a lot of stories...
Her stories of happiness and her hidden struggles
Her eyes that smile shows a lot of love..
Her affection and her true devotion...

Her eyes reflects her tales of happiness and sorrow..
They also tell how strong she is inside
Her eyes tell how much is her fear...
To live for today and tomorrow...
Is she feeling afraid and very insecure?
That... I am not so sure...

But her gaze tells.... how brave she is..
Being a woman in abaaya in a strange town elsewhere
I know nothing of this one special lady...
But her beauty is her pair of eyes..
Her eyes that tell.....

Eversince my heart stopped beating,
My life just keeps repeating.
I can feel nothing, no sorrow, no pain;
There is something I just can't regain.

Life seems so out of reach, and;
Yet I still walk.
I eat flesh and blood just like my own,
Not knowing what is right or wrong.

What flush of cold distortions shivered the shapes,
became lambent eye waves,
at last?
Skewed the eversince subtly-skewed-already  
            that’s in the light?      Or the cubed      mundane disguises?
like:
the wall’s edges, your desk’s corners, the dead fullness of
strewn ecru pages [crepitating by the open garage door, a breeze]
showing all your rustled struggle, wrestled with, agelessly, and the boxed
form of it—your books—upturned, but floored—

or maybe, all that shook was your sorrowful shoe, its face—
dejected
on its side,
final ***** lace limp on the bottom, below you,
to go with you no more. No more movement
anymore.

Was it, then, unskewed?

And had it always been there at the thick of your throat, had it just
been the tongue in the way, spoiling? Was everything in the world you saw
small then big, too big then small, like
a ****** mouthing of out then in, a throbbing, grabbling of you—
couldn’t tell if the biting was harmless, playful teeth?

You’d say no to me, to all of this, and think maybe. Was it the maybe?

As the young boy sits in the dark
Slowly a shadow is laying on the floor
And a small dog starts to bark
The boy stands up with his face filled frightness
As if he had seen a movie filled with gore

His parents heard a shout from the room
From that little boy
As if he just met his doom
He was just a boy filled with joy

Now he is gone
Since the time of his fright
It was nice for him and his dog to bond
Eversince that one night

My soul will chase yours,
as did Apollo with Daphne,
over this lifetime into the next.
It will not cease to love you,
neither will it ever be able to accept the loss of your love.

For my heart had been yours upon my first breath drawn in this god forsaken world.

But eversince,
your love has just been stars I fail to fathom into constellations.

Eversince I met you
I started to live with
My expectations
Expecting for your reply
On every sweet messages
Im sending to you
Expecting for your morning greetings
Everytime I open my eyes under
The light of the shining sun
Expecting for a little bit of your time
'Cause I know you are kinda busy
Expecting for you to ask me out
And finally have our first date
Expecting for you to look me directly
To my eyes
Expecting that someday you'll
Touch my hand
Expecting that one day you'll hug me
From behind just like the sweet couple
In the movie
Expecting to kiss your lips with
Overflowing love
Expecting that we will finally have
Our first 'love making' while the stars are dancing repeatedly up to the sky
But I did not expect that these expectations would be the worst expectation
I would ever have
Expectations that would **** me slowly,
Stab me with the pointed edge repeatedly,
Until I couldn't even stand due to the monster pain that reigning all over my shaking body
And now, I just hope that expectation
Will never across my curiosity

A disconnected future,
Beholds a world of dying embers,
Of a passion burning only so strong,
The pocket watch of blood, eversince dried up,
Time has come to an absolute standstill,
Yet, our precious memories are timeless,
As we move on from that past.

~ Umi

when i was still little,
i was right beside a window,
catching all that beaming rays,
from a giant fire ball that glows,
while my parents watch me grow,
in a vase created years ago;

when i was still young,
i'd receive a shower every afternoon,
thinking of the happy ducks swimming at the lagoon,
hearing the cheerful creatures up in their nest croon,
wishing i'd also be that happy soon;


after all the sunlight,
all the amount of water i needed,
it was as though the vase was a sandbox,
my colors have faded, i am withered.
but wrapped around a tiny bow,
was a glimpse of hope,
the sky has bestowed upon a withered flower in a modern meadow,
replacing the sandbox with healthy soil i've longed for,
making the colorful rainbows i've dreamt of,
the blissful moments i feared to be impossible,
become attainable;
i've never been this hopeful in my life eversince i was born, not until you came.

Eversince a child have I been fascinating the beauty of words
I see colors lingering like an aura on their edges
I see motion pictures that are yet to be freed from a cage that is a paper
Words, oh they're like painting only that
Those kinds of painting only painted from mad thoughts and open minds
I imagine them getting out of those beautiful minds
To be made into spools of thread to either cover a man with love or shame.

Words have that kind of thing on me.
They awaken the inner goddess living inside the depth of my being
But never have I been fascinated with words until
I opened that letter which was so carefully written,
Words that were so carefully chosen,
With the hands that's yours
And with the mind as intricately beautiful as yours.

~~ Criss ∞

Godled we far to be
Through lot to become
For what are but we
What told is the reward
How kind intended
To call by now learned
Whats to complete
Forms in divine perfect
Structures alway be
Fated the fate a blame
Or thank allknowing
In his love put our ways
Shall see the within
Town or kingdom name
House a home read
gods any name ancient
Or if rathet believe
To reason for the sense
Can however many
In fact anyone anyways
And i do, eversince
Some please to madder
Or laugh to please.
I will never stop if i can
Or to start it seems
My apologize to forget
You are not at hear
And be hand at ink pen
To write it writes be
To match loves in pain
To have much glory
As the mountains had
Perhaps oldest me
To come to close have
What to come meet
And become a forever
For taught a believe
And thought proud well
Proudest i ever been.

Everyone suffers but not alls suffer suits. If you must sufer, nothings worth of more glory and respect than injustice with no cheeks left to show not clothing to give with coats and bread to break with, i have given you the best of me and i cant think of no one better to have it. Stay out of trouble.

I too thought it to like me what never and none the way it use you been used and i am glad to be counted by among them the humble and the meek to gladen in green fields led once the orphants inheret the world to be wild again and gentle.

Once some repay the due for every tear that overflood the glass once the wicked sun saw each and every of few brothers not brother in deed nor word nor heart do yet in all three will repay hundred folds of they done long after admiting they never should. That broke my heart and left it to fate to fix to never trust to who known as the brothers of nothing and fathers to never and sons to nowhere to go for death a question of honor as for the forest to green when burn or leave to ash to gray without will a wind to care to add to the dirt  from under his nails he carries out to find a reason and be of help not helped, abonden all hope you who enter gates of no one minded to name told

welcome hopelessness and crulty a laugh of a joke on who wasted a time and prided in ****** success of no use but of other of what matters then fear  and power they dumbed of feared to loose like a dream to wake up, for grace let them sleep and rain a lot to rain through and seeds to have a use and find rest their soul a way to dream and dream on like the weeds of meadows fated the fools pay to owe to one of the one horse towns rabbits and cows and goats
to eat like them before in the name of sure same a clue or similar mean not remembered.

Eversince the while is forever and golden age where it rained sweet and in mud was made love and children cherished to hide a piece in their palms behind their backs like a treasure making man laugh kind as gently as the picture of our god we been made to be and woman to mind to their hands to take to wash and to explain why and how very beautiful they did. Pain is a lesson of poor. The rich in god teach kindness of loving the sinner and call upon brother till he might, to answer not the question, do you love god?! But to ask to forgive for free is done and made by a breath of a word who minded to take a risk of a knife in a back of a heroe from nothing but a coward would and got left in cards to be far from friends worth or any name worth living and hard to be and to known by in strange land of certain but forever what always and men
To take responsibility for their action whatever cost to god.

Man enough to stand on the mountaintop to be close to dare yet apologize for to the mountain to greet an old friend as few that recalls that silence that smell of hope the language of gods ear never heared speak a man whatever means to not say is meant yet more unsaid for the view their soul given green and brown and did bold and asked to be strong as every color of laughter by childrens mind and voice to flawless like the proof in heart no longer needed recalls the thoughts as far they reach to be better than to be best in matters good faithful.

and spoon we weightin on the way downward in bound to the way of ages go and many mountains to climb to greet to tell the year we found to be as called in favour in mens hearts put to wake up with like a mountain is to the country and whats more to mens trust like in stone printed rule the love fated to last till the gates to reach they call beautiful and our names we are and souls yet to meet and the truth! him to see his face and her in love   to cry a kiss on its scareless hands and you to havin bowed

Cared to careless to become as god to found and nothing else no longer matter compared yet matters no less. Said me to have care enough to give and love that loves like a dog dumb to hatin and deaf to threats of foolish and blind to attemps of anything but friendship, of any but friends.  

"Because little folk in nowheres of middle and from all far not understanding nothin, how could?!" Your answer to the sunflowers of the fields in voice as turned to finish pointed to the sun that didnt notice and knows no more than and cares far less. And we laughed with all that hearts then near to and appreciate.

Id say this salt still has a taste to your food to be, if eatin of hunger to feed and taste to feel to know by the chairs and the table to sit or stand near by or together on its feet like a song or time lended an ear, if its the teacher you wish to hear, the good news be, still. Land made by god a home of man a kingdom too as the kings is, so the love to thank you in heart a full for you heared those without voice and learned to speak from and spoke to as  to beggars begging a meal promised to find to hear for two once and speak for three again and sit with the gods. Asked the one without bag to allow me to dress anew in silk and gold and velvet once, if to believe to dare a promise of a man that told you, you shall.

Of sun be made and made to suit a smile it made so many of a smile not fated. And for that and that alone there was to hear the sky spoken of its beloved son its well pleased in.

Called on children for man to be not young but younger that age easily found of beggars charming the mud holy to eyes that can for heaven to learn them to teach from to ask for two and to expect none of the cold to near and those in pain to bring to compare winter with misary of the poor to meadows to root in the great garden and flower for god as beautiful as laughing if allow to be what all it takes to father a bliss a miracle be of children to art.

What whispers quickly called the man of god and him who pointed at to be who said the words its given in a promise them all their hearts all they want to once to give had say to realize having the power just realized and laughing brought the kingdom among them all waitin to happiness a smile a reason to hope enough to make a man sing the song of heavens till.

Twice to greet and three times to ask to make sure to believe a brother and what our home.

i used to be a charming prince
a frog was reminiscing
i met a witch and eversince
there has been no more kissing

but everything will be okay
at least i have a chance
to croak all night and hop all day
not on a plate in France

Someone calls you a ****** to modify
"An artist typify"
Eversince I found someone to rescue Myself
I decided to run
Thousands of miles
Which is your commitment to your
Goals
For a worthwhile!

Them fieldwalks led
As leave my home
Thought be of fate
Eversince im born
Cause be i accept
When destiny call
More nothing less
At hand grip own
Of a promised had
Nevertheleast of
Thought be my day
When a feet goes
The road in writen
Hand handed thou
Word which name
Had given its hour
Souls body placed
Them self aborrow
Thenfore only well
When end to come
Have lookin harvest
Fare as well a long
Plant planted in land
When summer sow
Gave seeds the day
Came none of short
Share with laughter
Tasted our sorrows
And heres the last
Casted sun of dawn
Tale of story to end
Lasted however long
Takes agive to have
Remembered in song
Embody a different
Shape of given form
Reborn within aself
Understand a known
Hold a secret unsaid
Nonetheless a more
Morse left be unfelt
Loves had never told
Morrows before had
Sights amare unsaw
Lowers of lows left
Of man kept to know
Lovers of what aches
Heavens of be home
To be what our aim.

Whatevers a worth
Nights haven dream
Sacrifice i brought
Gods were pleased
Outofsudden told
Now is then to be
Time o may rejoyce
ours of company
I praised them all
Love in surrounded
Wise is the wisdom
Divine of their will
Of any doubt beyond
Suprise of delighted
How kind agenerous
Godlike their beauty
At far of all my awe
While above gazing
My eyes of my soul
Thrill found excited
I cried o perfection
might made beings
Just to had aknown
Heart set to peace
To find in the world
Bout what you is
This life gave worth
A while a meaning
The sun to set of
Done steps evenin
Day to night i was
Right giventh bliss
felt lighted by word
manners appreciated
spare what an hour
I had granted a wish
Yet adviced much so
Beware lust and greed
Want what is to want
have and not have to be
Corse hard to come
rest be to find an ease
Of hearts the sorrow
Havin the time to heal
So i done kept ahold
Had a part from vanity
Great might humbled
Asked to remember me
Answeared forever on.

Firecrackers, in the ear so loud to hear
Fireworks, over the eyes to see so dear
Noisy lights eversince popular
Glaring pops how spectacular
Yehey! Here comes again the old New Year!

-01/01/2007
(Dumarao)
*Topsy-Turvy Limerick Ironic…inspired to become a poet and make poetry a habit

Earth – this solid mass
Eversince holds us
We’ll never escape
From its tightened ****

Water – this solvent
Makes life sufficient
Cleans and occupies
Dwindles, fall and rise

Air – this loosened gas
Fills empty areas
Allows respiration
Triggers production.

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection