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Children of faith,
That look up to the heavens,
For help, for comfort,
For a change, for a beginning;
They are like nails hammered into rocks,
They have broken hearts,
They've got nothing,
Completely no one else to turn to,
They walk in the shadow of death.
Children of faith,
They know that they have numbered days,
And are aware of their crashing clay;
They see their fading light rays,
But they have their hopes high,
Like a camel in the Sahara,
That waits for years ,
For a shower of rain from above-
Their tongues prophecy new beginnings,
Their lips sing in thanksgiving,
But their hearts weep in sorrow,
For the afflictions and torments.
Children of faith,
Live each day like their last,
And give each shining sun their best.
Their thoughts are totally lost,
And upon this,they don't boast.
In fact, they're so detached-
From their poor lives.
They thank the setting sun,
For bringing a thin film of darkness,
And for silencing the day's noises;
So that they will shut their doors and windows,
To cry in silence,
And lick their tears;
And face their fierce fears-
While no one else witnesses their agony.
Children of faith,
That look up to the skies,
For midday dusk-
When the days seem longer,
Or appear like they're failing.
That call on,
For midnight dawn,
When nights appear faulty;
With the greatest of scary dreams,
And the highest ranking of their pain,
Or with life-threatening haemorrhages,
With wounds cut and drilled deeper.
Their lives have taken firm grip,
On to the strongest ropes,
Whose ends are knotted to weak poles.
Most of them lose it with time,
Like you and I at some point;
Only few keep the fire burning,
As they wait for their deliverance.
Children of faith,
I don't understand what it is that they are made of,
But only they know what their origins are.
We want to walk like them,
And borrow lessons from their trials,
As we try to put on their coats,
Just to feel the coldness or warmth or both;
That they get from their shield of faith.
She wants to follow their example,
And keep hearing their tales.
He wants to live a life like theirs;
And keep reciting their prayers.
We plead with them,
To Teach us ;
How to build faith like theirs.
When the storms are rough,
When the floods are yet to wash away our feet-
When misfortune befalls us,
Or when we feel we've lost it all.
I've never kissed a pig with my eyes closed
Nor have I ever held a hand of time
However, there was once when I proposed
But that was back when I was in my prime
I still recall how much she loved to dance
She'd laugh at me and make my face turn red
She taught me all the secrets of romance
That love was what one did, not what one said
I search the shadows for her purple hue
I take her mem'ry everywhere I go
Its smile has it's own special shade of blue
Its taste so sweet no one could ever know
They tell me only time mends broken hearts
I wonder just how long before it starts.
by Daniel Turner
I remember when you were sixteen
So young and full of life
You were brave and accepted any dare
You took all burdens and strife
Then you met a girl of your dreams
You said she took your breath away
Your bond seemed indestructible
Pure joy written in your face
Then one day an illness claimed her life
But with it she took your soul
And every attempt to console your grief
Couldnt make your broken heart whole
You secluded yourself from others
Spent hours alone up in your room
We all thought you would heal in time
But were blind to the impending doom
Your Mom came to wake you for school
But when she knocked there was no reply
That day will haunt me forever
When I heard heard her horrific cries.
I dashed in a panic to the bedroom
Found you cradled in your Mothers arms
Your body limp with lifeless eyes
Your last memory caused such harm
Four days later our family gathered
To lay your tattered soul to rest
Tears flowed out like a raging river
It shows the broken hearts you left
So parents heed this warning
Dont take for granted your childrens tears
Do whatever it takes to help them through
Dont let suicide claim what you hold dear.
In the middle of the meadow she stands.
Majestically reaching toward Heaven.
Beautiful in her solidness,
Patient and serene.
From beneath her branches
Kisses are stolen between lovers,
Their initials etched within
Proclaiming immortal devotion.
She is an enduring sanctuary,
Absorbing the suffering.
Tears from broken hearts fall.
She comforts the forlorn.
Youngsters are tempted into her shelter,
A magical secret hideaway.
They clamber into her green haven,
An enchanting retreat.
Friends rendezvous beside her,
A sociable meeting place,
Intimacies are shared
Amid her familiarity.
For years she has stood proud,
Her roots firmly grip the ground,
So glorious and green.
She is so much more than just a tree.
Grief greets sorrow this sad sad day;
Broken hearts feel the dry March air;
A taut hollow now comes our way;
A certain chill brings death to bear.
In the last light when sleep brought rest,
Your soul found ease in silence grim;
We mourn your flight to yonder quest;
So Rest In Peace with your sweet dreams.
We want to say how proud we are
That you were here to help us grow;
It's true to say you were our star;
You loved us dear in selfless show.
A people's man who served a cause;
Your death our loss beyond measure;
Your forged bold plans and stayed our course;
Flowers we toss to one treasured.
Farewell fits feel as we mourn and sigh;
No words can sum the impact here;
Will our hearts heal to bear new highs?
We feel shock numb with loss of cheer.
May your soul rest in higher spheres:
May you find joy in love's embrace;
Fly to a quest as twin flame cheers;
Bear love's employ in ample grace.
Here and there see your face brief;
Teary eyes spy man in the street;
Just everywhere your face floods grief;
Singapore cries as the times greet.
A nation mourns a patriot son,
Father figure who made us feel
Great and well-known in the long run;
Fact now triggers a dirge and will.
Leon Enriquez
25 March 2015
Singapore
Hastening t'ward the grayscale skies,
On gilded wings an angel flies.
While demons wail of their despise;
Hiss and moan, their sole reprise.
A lightning flash; the angel sighs
A rush of wind, and then she dies.
Oh, how the heavens agonize
And thunderously vocalize.
While in the mayhem devils rise
With beating drums to signalize
Their ill intent to terrorize
The broken hearts and reddened eyes
Whose cherub tears the Earth baptize.
But demon laughter amplifies
The vengeful thirst across the skies
And solemn, anguished seraph cries
The host of heaven unifies.
With swords aloft they mobilize
Their concourse as a vast sunrise
Whose flaming swords the clouds incise
And radiant light Earth pacifies.
Yet mankind fails to realize
Except the prudent and the wise
The storm is naught but a disguise,
Oh do you hear the old Magi’s
Verse for men which edifies?
Or listen to him rhapsodize
How from the light, the darkness flies
And from the rain, the sunlight dries?
Perhaps…he oversimplifies.
If love was a book
It would be nothing but a messed up tell without
A happy ending locked away out of reach from
People (children) simply put a secret system is insure from the broken heart t
Am pretty sure that the Author must known
Why
If love was a book it would be like a history book walking past through it like memory lane
Giving meaning, peace and tranquility
It would be like a movies trailer running into chapters of never ending sad stories of broken hearts
Thought gone astray like the prodigo sun
Blank sheets, period missed
Mind speaks
if love was a book with lost souls i would dig dip to redeem its lost scroll ??
Like a farmer tool my pen would write as whole
Refusing to cultivate words
If love was a book with a blank page i would write a sonet of 5 lines conveying words of togetherness
Our system like is a broken campus
We are all in the web of the unknown you see with phone screens darkness is not our fear anymore
It is too much light that is blanding
Too much knowledge!!!!!
Such that you don't need to ask anyone anymore cause uncle Google has it all
If love was a book it would be nothing but empty promises
Put in one page of misery
life line ones in a life time
Its would be the language so sad stories never brought to light
If love was a book
It would be one of those books I despise the most
But in the end it's a beautiful thing
Written by H2O the silent poet
You feel frightened, rejected by love,
as depression drains hope from your heart.
For within a world of push and shove,
shared dreams dissolve when trust falls apart.
You gave him back his engagement ring,
unable to keep your anger caged.
And felt the pain of betrayal's sting
morph into disgust, as tempers raged.
You cry the tears that deception brings,
adding to your emotional strain.
Yet, there's no escape on magic wings;
broken hearts learn to deal with the pain.
You're glad the lies will finally end,
even though his leaving bothers you.
For you feel alone, without a friend,
though in your heart, you know that isn't true.
Do you see anything to smile about?
Someone was on fire during the debate
He drank so much water he stuttered
That a sign the raft of hell is getting hotter
Now I am more confused than ever
Our life isn't a political flash game
Do you see anything to smile about?
Today for me; tomorrow for you,
It only takes a few, to see and review,
The outlook on life, sadly it’s fading.
Before we are too quick to judge;
Do you see anything to smile about?
Many work places are going under;
Many people are on the unemployment line,
Not knowing what to expect or digest
Do you see anything to smile about?
Occupy Wall Street protest continue stronger than ever
Trying to save what's left of our future.
Only time would tell according to the scriptures
Occupy our minds let’s think of our children's future
Look at the facts not the faces
Do you see anything to smile about?
One keep smiling the other kept drinking
Many head of the households worries about Health Care
What is life for a soldier on the front line?
Do you see anything to smile about?
Yes I know a man is still a man
Even if he wears an expensive jacket and ties
Only differents we as citizens have place
Such men in a high position to spy
We have to back it up and vote or choke
Do you see anything to smile about?
Relationships are dying Men and women for themselves
Broken hearts all over the place,
The love of our patriach seizes
Do you see anything to smile about?
Homeless shelters are closing
With or without people demonstrating or voting,
Do you see anything to smile about?
This is not any fault of our citizens
Its bad management, how much more can we take
It’s hard to smile during the recession besides a rebate!
Looks at the facts, not the debate
Partake and foresee our future.
We need more smiling faces.
We need to breathe!
Hell’s getting hotter,
Apocalypse in mainstream
Now do you see anything to smile about?
The walls are closing in.
The walls are closing in.
Yet broken hearts will die much quicker
Crush me from within. (THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING)
There is no escape.
There is no escape.
I feel drastic, torn and troubled,
hopeless in this state. (YOU DON'T KNOW HOW THIS FEELS)
We don’t mess with fate.
We don’t mess with fate.
Someday we’ll be six feet under,
smothered in this hate. (DON'T MAKE ME BEG)
You can’t understand.
You’ll never understand.
Now you leave me lonesome,
frightened....
PLEASE!!!!.... just hold my hand. (I LOVE YOU)
I never said I’m sorry.
I never said I’m sorry.
But I’m not one for compromise
if you won't say you love me...
So say it to this gun. (RIGHT NOW DAMMIT!!!)
Say it to my gun.
I dare you look me in the eyes,
and tell me I'm the one.