"pax" poems
*I’m not ugly,
I’m unique.
Same way as you are.*
© Pax
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
*
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a smile is just like a ball
it bounce from person to person
with the right
friction
.
*
© Pax
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
A Year ago, in the same date
As A Stranger I entered this beautiful Garden Hp
A Beautiful flower (Elsa) drags me with her pure heart
Wise words (from wolf, Sir Poet,Jack, etc.) kept me to know the life’s secret
Sweet buds (Smiriti, Aarvie,) enjoys me with their great writes
Love Birds (Brandon &jane;) echoes me their beautiful rhythms
My Beautiful Bros (ryn, Joe, pradip,spt, Mufiq) supports me and admires with their strong writes
My Sweet sisters (Donna, pax, nimah, Vicki) fills my heart with their pure poems
All my new friends (Eddie, patty, gray l, tropica, wepping willow, Mysterious , Jimmy, its gona make sense, packin heat ,Poetry journal,Dark n beautiful, Wilson, Rose, James, Margaux, Asim, etc) gave me beautiful space and spirits..
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
*
In my darkest days, I held you beneath my warmth.
You indulged me with your feverish hunger.
You embraced me with your piercing emotions.
You were immune to my changeable disease.
I came to a realization that you were my muse,
the best rainbow I received……….
You told me that I was part of your soul.
To me you’re the fuel to my rusty engine,
The energy to my thirsty being,
And the light of my darkened soul.
*
© Pax
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
*
uncertainty is best left off in
the distance of silence
...
*
© Pax
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Lucky are those who have found love
and been loved.
Lucky are those who bear the gift of face.
Easy is for them to find an easy case
for their own taste
- a goal for their own base.
Lucky are those who has an outstanding confidence.
For by it, they don’t live with a doubtful fence.
Freely as they get any wants in their existence.
I give away smiles, pieces of my lies,
pretending not having rainy skies.
Hiding my Breathless sighs.
Sometimes I am like a rock
too dull to feel, a surface too rough.
A sense I lost, an unreachable core,
I don’t know how to love anymore.
© 2014 Pax
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
Where does hierarchy begin?
Is it where the strong is on top,
and the weak step upon?
Where does your dignity be placed?
Is it where your always be the winner,
no matter what, even it has bitter taste.
Is SURVIVAL really that cruel?
That some of us are just a tool,
a fool for the strong to be cool.
No, it can't be that bad
yet reality is quite sad.
Despite our hard beginnings
Life still is beautiful
that losing isn't everything.
*Dignity is placed -
where you respect yourself the most
and Hierarchy isn't important
to where your love is...*
© Pax
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
Oh! Rama!
Oh! Rama,”reme ithi rama”
(Makes us happy so Rama!)
Here, mourn and sigh Ahalyas
In every atom of rocky hearts
Of India; as Sahasralingas spy.
Ambush, spring on praying preys.
Rushi Gauthams suspicious curse
In repentance they bless retribution.
Oh! Rama, with your soft feet touch,
Liberate the poor pious chaste Ahalyas,
Sathi, Savitri, Seetha and Panchali,O!
Sultana Raziya, Jhansi Rani ,Indira Gandhi,
Think of their vicissitudes, the path they tread!
Patriarchy exerts pressure on Matriarchy, O!Mum!
Bharat matha is molested by Kuberas and Mamons.
And her daughters are robbed and ***** ruthlessly, alas!
Oh! Rama,”Dharma Samsthanardhaya “come with dirge
Of the degenerated culture of Vultures, save thy women folk.
Make people to think right, to follow right path, to tell true words.
To live in Eeman (Dharma) not to inflict pain to other co-habitants.
Without negative there is no use of positive, so is woman and man.
They are like protons and electrons to the flux of family life peaceful.
Oh! Rama , teach, Dharmorakshati Rakshita:,”repentance gives retribution
That will bring peace, progress, stability, justice and unity; not Pax Romana
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 10:48 AM UTC
Don't measure your self-worth by someone's opinions.
© Pax
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
Oh! Rama!
Oh! Rama,”reme ithi rama”
(Makes us happy so Rama!)
Here, mourn and sigh Ahalyas
In every atom of rocky hearts
Of India; as Sahasralingas spy.
Ambush, spring on praying preys.
Rushi Gauthams suspicious curse
In repentance they bless retribution.
Oh! Rama, with your soft feet touch,
Liberate the poor pious chaste Ahalyas,
Sathi, Savitri, Seetha and Panchali,O!
Sultana Raziya, Jhansi Rani ,Indira Gandhi,
Think of their vicissitudes, the path they trod!
Patriarchy exerts pressure on Matriarchy, O!Mum!
Bharat matha is molested by Kuberas and Mammons.
And her daughters are robbed and ***** ruthlessly, alas!
Oh! Rama,”Dharma Samsthapanardhaya “come with dirge
Of the degenerated culture of Vultures, save thy women folk.
Make people to think right, to follow right path, to tell true words.
To live in Eeman (Dharma) not to inflict pain to other co-habitants.
Without negative there is no use of positive, so is woman and man.
They are like protons and electrons to the flux of family life peaceful.
Oh! Rama , teach, Dharmorakshati Rakshita:,”repentance gives retribution
That will bring peace, progress, stability, justice and unity; not “Pax Romana”..
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 6:03 AM UTC
*
let go of insecurities and judgment upon self,
embrace acceptance.
*
© Pax
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
never boring
look at that shiny ***
been through hellfire and survived...
pax!
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC
As I step back, regrets will come stalling, yet I never let it hurdles what’s just ahead.
© Pax
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
Despite all the rejections we go through
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life in writing is never ending.
© Pax
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
*
I wish for the star to shine,
Yet it won’t glow for me,
Unlucky.
*
© Pax
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
Horror speaks in silence
and Fear speaks in signs
it’s written on my face
and on the faces I see.
How did I end up here?
A masked man brought us food.
The smell of it drives us mad in hunger.
We eat like we're crazy.
Devouring it like messy animals.
I see the eyes of superiority
in the sight of the masked man.
I look at them with deep curiosity.
He looks back with a look of intent.
Deep blue eyes inspect the whole me.
then I realized, everyone, including me
wears nothing but just two pieces of
undergarments.
I quickly cover my well-being,
then he just walks away.
I felt ***** ,
Weary,
and Cold in this rusty dark place.
Where are we going?
Our future is uncertain.
I felt that our life is for sale,
like animals going to be slaughtered.
Sleep is taking my reality
Hoping that dreams will wash away
the fear, horror and uncertainty along the way.
© Pax
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Trapped in the glass
Food for your tray
I am the water that filled your thirsty soul
You're just a starve being who hungers for more
Can’t you see, I am slowly dying
My children is declining
Pollutant is destroying my beauty
day by day
I wonder if you care
I hope many of you understand
That my rage goes out of hand
That’s just how I am
Nature’s call in changes
Of the climate
and more often of what you’ve done
In time you’ll see how important I am
How you’ve lost a part of me
That cares for you
I am not selfish
All my blessings is free for the taking
But it is never yours alone
You outnumbered my children
To the point that you hunted them to extinction
You polluted my shores
To the point that I lost my blissful purity
You poisons each other's soul
To the point that I have taken the destructive consequences
Some things are hard to learn
But that doesn’t mean you’ll repeat the same mistakes
over and over again
as if it’s a good thing
it never was and never will be
I am dying, how I wish you care
…
© Pax
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
*
Sometimes being alone is much better
than in the crowd of judgmental tongue.
*
© Pax
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
i love alliteration
like kings love living
like lions love killing
like love lost leaves aching
and wonder
wide wonder
where we were, when we were
we were
so...
alive.
awesome.
some sleep. others dream.
fetch fire from fire
blaze
blaze and black
opposites. awesome opposites.
still not us.
some sleep. some slip away.
slippery like fish.
i dont like fish very much.
live late. love long.
life
if it is life
lives
lest life linger, sub-par
sub-average
far more fitting.
(the former phrase, of course, following "fish"
sans "sub-" sentences)
some sleep, some dream.
others, oddly enough, bother both
both worlds, which while one works without what one would supply
(some sleepers dont dream)
dreamers, sometimes, seldom sleep.
rather, wrestle restlessly, fervently
futile fights
fighting fear, hate, hardship, hardly having strength to share their ideas.
folly.
does it seem, slightly
that they need both?
sleep and strength?
brains and brawn?
take teamwork, temporarily.
you and i...
we
we would win.
we wish,
we wonder,
we wander wherever.
we watch,
we would, whatever,
win.
because we live.
like lines long for letters
which would whittle words from whiteness
we would work with one another
and,
so,
we could rule the world.
would you rule with me?
please?
because i love alliteration
like lines and letters love leading listless eyes
lacking lids
courses carved across canvas
craving closure.
craving cause.
point.
place a period.
pause.
pax. peace.
pretty please?
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 2:26 AM UTC
*Restlessness makes my nights sleepless
Overloaded thoughts make my lights stranded
My mirrored reflection affects my emotion
Finding the old me, now lost in the sea, never ending
Waves that never cease my ease, bewildering
Kisses pushes me to the dark,, hugs causes me to bark
Stars from far above filled this emptied love
Voices Rant, faceless haunt, memories taunt
Goodbyes are beginning, the ends are starting*
© Pax
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
We often Owned, what We don’t Own.
Being Possessive, We become Invasive.
- We often Neutralize, what We can’t Realize.
- Full Realization comes after the Actual Destruction.
Creating our own Ending.
© Pax
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
*
.
I’m
Drowning with disappointments.
I feel breathless with regrets.
My heart is on life-support.
I’m stupid and very dense
for repeating the same mistake
over and over
again
.
*
© Pax
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
(for Nietzche, who cowers behind art.)
The world calls the conquered ******
to remember that the sun every night yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise
when there is no guarantee, no promise, no sure thing.
Yet still it yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise.
The world called Canaanites ******
while they traded and toiled along the shores
of land promised to the aged heretic of Sumer,
whose wife could give only love.
The world called Hebrews ******
while they raised Pharoah tombs
Provided respite from the eastern chariots
Stubborn in refusal of the living gods
Drinking only Eloheim's bitter grape
That provides brief respite from his decrees
When delving deep in one's cups.
The world called Britons ******
When flogged Boudicea fought and fought and finally fell
To Roman spear and gladius
When Angles and Saxons raided then stayed
When Cromwell climbed the pale cliffs
The world called the Iberians, Gauls and Teutons ******
when Caesar crossed the Rubicon
Pax Romana for Citizens born
Land for the wealthy, voting rights too
Taxes and tithes from their toil.
The world called the Khoikhoi of South Africa ******
From the VOC to fatal Apartheid
Up rose a man
The heart of the land
A man named Nelson Mandela.
The world called the Viet Minh ******
from Can Vong to Dien Bien Phu
'till they slogged howitzers above
to reign Napoleonic terror below.
And to them it was just
The American War
After the world called them
Vietnamese.
The world calls the conquered ******
to remember that the sun every day yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise
When there is no guarantee, no promise, no sure thing
yet still it yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise
'though it never watches its own rising
undoing raiment of fading embers
swimming naked in the royal blue
bathing all with daily newborn naked glory
chasing the celestial tidal tease
that seems to wander where it please
reminding that all are born free
but can grow into ignorance
and be called ******
Seek truths
that hold in unity;
that provide nourishment
beneath the lash
allowing one
to rise, to rise, to rise.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
Trap in an isolated era.
View me as faceless persona
Of make-belief identities
In this world filled with fantasies.
I write because I am tired,
To pen the burden in this poet’s ride.
© Pax
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC