What ought to have lapsed
A decade ago sluggishly pops;
Antagonist’s claws now thaw
And give way to buoyant hopes.
Why do you want to cling to your enemy?
Why do you want to tag your vanity with purposeless animosity?
Why do you want to claim the refined souls from dead passersby?
Why do you want to pass by your loneliest crimes?
The river Life is not in favour of your mind,
You want to survive until someone calls you a dime.
You want to hide your loneliest sins,
Nobody in this boat can accompany you on this voyage and make you win.
Is your wretched soul truly innocent?
Does it cost more than a cent?
Does it hide behind the curtains?
Is it a puppet without any indispensable circles?
Nobody can survive without any crime,
No soul can live long in the deadliest times,
No water can be boiled without any heat,
No sin can be unseen or omitted in the fiery pit.
You should not have claimed the chance to achieve grotesque fame,
Time is always a conflict in the game.
You must not have dared to conceal the Master's favours by selling your soul to Satan,
By throwing the dice into the river, you cannot be a wise veteran.
PRODIGAL SON
Prodigal son I was
I lived a wayward life
Indeed a promiscuous
A boy with a sinister heart
I didn't respect no one
Nothing to lose, but all to gain
Nor was I scared from anyone
In my young heart it reigned
I lived in the streets
With my friends by my side
I didn't heed to my parents' advise
Nor from the teachers sent by God
In my brood, I was the black sheep
In school, I was the teachers’ antagonist
A bad influence I was branded
To my townspeople, I was bad indeed
I was eighteen when He touched my heart
I was confounded, baffled and dazed
What is this Lord?, I soliloquized
Change! Change! Is what I realized
I prayed to the Lord God
" What should I do my Lord?" I asked
" Be my servant, to me He replied
Then my faith, He concretized and galvanized
I am now teaching the Good Tidings
For men to be saved from impending judgment
From the Lake of Fire on the Day of recompense
That the Kingdom of God they may inherit.
E-pidemic
M-orbidity
I-n
L-ink's
Y-ucky
C-ontagion
A-pplies
P-lague
U-sing
Y-our
A-ntagonist's
N-astiness
Topic: Birthday of Emily F. Capuyan (June 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Find me at the bitter end,
Of the darkest stories that’s ever been told
Waiting….Longing,
For your gentil aura to slay me with your light.
And there I shall remain.
Trapped in a blissful mirage,
More real than the stories I’ve lived and many more told.
Being... Finally.
Finally, being.
You keep appearing in my dreams like Freddy, trying to dissolve them
You feignedly pose as kryptonite to my Superman
If we were in a movie, you would be the villain and, of course, I would be the hero
Yes!
You're like a minuscule Mr. McGhee to my Incredible Hulk
You faintly appear as a STOP sign when my light
shines a vibrant green
GO!
Yes, I am going like that midnight train to Georgia with no fright
Steadfastly plodding my course of destiny toward that glorious morning light
I see you, Michael, just lurking behind trees
You want me shaking in my boots and pleading down on my knees
But I'm a victor so begging and pleading are not part of me
Onward I will travel toward my beautiful destiny
A diamond in the rough, once-dull surface is now shining brightly
Keep the reel rolling as the plot thickens
Oh yes! I'm writing my masterpiece line by line; just call me Mr. Dickens
As my character effortlessly aggrandizes
There you are still lurking and wishing for my demise
But like the mighty 'Phoenix' out of ashes, I rise!
No surprise! For it is true, I rise. Yes, I RISE!
Do not deceive me dear, I have seen death,
Consume the cause of casualties at war.
Believe my blood was born to bleed the breath,
Of life unloved that left lost ones before,
Yet I deceive my life of breath no more.
As I assume this art I ail to ask,
Many to mourn upon my morbid mask,
To kiss colors I cry to paint as art.
Tied down by tears I'm torn unto a task,
Aimless in awe of life and death apart.