Monday
Exactly 45 years in Australia.
In bitter cold Melbourne Victoria.
Came here with few clothes in a tiny luggage.
Now 4 & a half decades later,
Collected lot of baggages.
Some are still good, others are quite damaged.
Was single with bright future.
Met friends here and there, but not dating till 7 years later.
Engaged and called off the wedding to the love of my life.
6 years later, got married, had children and ended all the fun.
One nightmare after another.
Psychologically being tortured.
38 years later, can't help falling for someone who is one & a half decade junior.
There goes my second chance of happiness.
Out it went, my life with romance.
Just want to forget all the pains and headaches,
To enjoy the remaining of my days.
Who is going to take my hand?
For sure, no one will take my whole life too.
But I can't help falling in love with you.
I clicked and learned everything quick,
Except when it comes to romantic.
I promise to myself, no more friendships, just me and music.
That would be fantastic.
You were the 3rd person, I was so fond of.
I loved you from the start.
Help me to end and kindly mend my broken heart.
Thank you, Father
For giving me the glimpse
Of what life is
You give me my life story
I am not after of what
I will do in this life
But you give me reassurance
Of my life of what is in the future
You give the words of salvation
You love my soul, I love my soul
You give my life a meaning
That life here is just dream
You show me that narrow path
I left my baggages and follow your way
You take out those veil in my eyes
And now i see the whole picture
The picture that you want me to be
Thank you, Father for your love to me
I may not perfect but I may do excellent
In your sight by doing your will
No matter what, no matter what happen
Your will be done in my life, no matter what.
Thank you for the salvation of my soul, of my family,
Of my friends, of my neighbors, of my love ones
Of my acquaintances and of my enemies
Thank you, thank you Father
Through your Appointed Son, Amen.
Often, baggage are
Extra; they're inner; they're self
Obligatory.
A danger to my thoughts
An intellectual imprisoned to her roots
Who am I to mingle?
Am I to squeeze the truth?
I am confused and tattered
But even when breaking
I make ends meet
What is it for me to further seek?
Despite of all the truth unfolded
Yet my questions are still tricked to be asked
I have tried drowning myself in distractions
Yet all is fated to be discovered
What were held are bound to dust
I’ve held me and still have not come ashore
Words written are better off than words said
But those unspoken have wrecked me more than it should
I have revealed baggages
And yet here I am still caught in a wordplay
A poetic disgust for those who fathomed
Yet applauded for those who knew lesser pain
I have been asked more than I have answered
Yet my questions remain a riddle
I am perfectly watered plant in a broken pot
Is it another riddle? Have I again made you wonder?
When tears soaked pain in pity
and forced man and God from Junction City
They prayed he'll come again
when the whites melt
forcing $hi# and sticks
down the hungry storm drains
Can ladies be gentle, man?
What if he's a gentleman;
a saint of undeniable piety?
Will she walk the desirable side
or otherwise, be lost in hidden cares
life spoke of a worthy deity
with a good man at his right?
Man and wife will have no fear
when minds are well aware of his delights
What is the place where we are at
where fingers tell who's at fault?
A nurse is inside every house,
every wound is packed with salt
with all corrosions seeping out
Curses are filled with excerpts
from newspapers and vlogs
Her youthful mouth beneath
blue eyes filled with blood and bogs
would say "Fake news is for feral dogs,
we are in a tamer time"
People have baggages;
two honeymoons and domestic fervor
Muy Leal, they ate mofongos
elsewhere, it was fracas in placentas
This is where they now lie together,
living on and off like FM radios
WOULD YOU STILL?
You call me beautiful
Would you still?
If I unveil my decaying cracks and rotten scars
Would my messy acrid baggages be pleasant to your sight?
You desire to board my sailing Friend-Ship
Would you still?
When waters become shallow and runs low
Would you still?
When the turbulent storms of life puncture and wreck this ship
You are intrigued by my unending muse
Would you still?
If I let you inside the dark maze of my mind and expose my weird idiosyncrasies and
lewd thoughts
Would you still?
When the voices start taunting you
You wish to walk in my shoes
Would you still?
If you see the gory blisters and gashes I get from walking my walk
Would you still?
When my demons torment you into an abyss of nothingness
You are mesmerized by my demure facade
Would you still?
When I erupt like volcano and spew fiery venom
Would you still?
When I unleash the treacherous Chaos raging in me
You say "I love you"
Would you still?
When the chips are down and all my cards have been dealt
Would this love stand the test of time?
we are checking in our baggages
i am sleeping
checking out the emotional
baggages
little girl scurrying
like a rabbit
trips falls down
break out into a shriek
pretty woman in uniform
stares at me
they are announcing our de-
parture i need to hurry now please
On arrivals...
Warm wave and sweet hello's
On departure.
There are pout and tears of goodbyes
Trolleys of baggages pulled fast
Individuals walking past from everywhere
Some gives a smack and hug
Uncaring if someone bugs
Important documents keep intact
Mobile phones on high alert
Waiting..
Waiting...
Waiting...
On the near time
I hope and pray
I will go too, soon
I wish, I will see smiles
No tears of sad goodbyes
With blessings of happiness
A reckon nectar of sighs
by
olive_eloi
12:14 am
02/27/2014
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Hand in hand they stand
On the edge of tomorrow
Leaving the baggages behind
Buried in a heap of broken dreams
Interrupted aspirations
That kept them chained captives
Disengaging the doubts and fears
Exploring new horizons
Hand in hand they stand
Forging a genuine friendship
Released by the magic of time
In whose keeping lies the key
That opens and shuts all doors
Answering only to its guardian
Who prescribes the course of men
Fulfilling his plans throughout the ages