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Memorizing the view in the Vatican City
I'm just a visitor at the Sistine chapel
admiring the ceiling,a masterpiece of
art,Impressed by the painting of
'Adam's Creation",my mind just
thinking of one name-Michelangelo
Relaxing on my bed reading a
sonnet so very close to my heart
"Shall i compare thee to a summer's
day",my mind just thinking of
of one name--Shakespeare
lost in one of the most mysterious melodies
of the last unfinished work yet with a finished
touch to the world,hearing"The Requeim",
my mind just thinking of one name-Mozart
Getting up from bed,opening my window
feeling the sun's warmth on my skin
admiring the picturesque view of the ocean,
the trees along the coast , the flowers
blooming outside scenting the gardens,
the blue sky so clear,and the air so fresh,
My neighbors passing by, smiling saying
goodmorning,i'm here, just watching,
mesmerized by so many things
bright and beautiful i seem to take forgranted
my mind just thinking of one name
the creator who created the greatest
Michelangelo,Shakespeare and Mozart.................
yes i'm thinking and i rejoice with thanks
and gratitude cos He is the same Creator
My Creator--Your creator
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Form:
There’s comfort in knowing,
things come and they go
The wind brings a newness,
whether lilac or snow
There’s joy in all laughter,
freely accrued
Music in words,
spoken only by you
A place to be born,
a moment to die
An ending beginning,
last chance to decide
That question unasked,
its answer unclaimed
Both orphans of joy,
… no adopted refrain
To sing from the rafters,
an unfinished hymn
That angel before you,
the angel within
Death’s only proffer,
…one remembrance to choose
As the season’s uncouple
—your world again new
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
When soft colors of
the amethyst twilight,
dance amongst shadows~
swirling through forlorn forests,
I count sparkling syllables of
pirouetting peridots,
looking for metered refrains
from the emerald empyrean,
while wondering,
what am I but a
speck of astral dust;
garnet silhouette of
desert orchid dusk,
hanging on thin threads
of lilac-laced lines,
seeking sanguine
streaks between
black and white realms,
composed with rhythmic reasons,
that reveal pristine pathways
to still wander,
like a soulful sojourner,
sleepwalking through pilgrims
perfumed with peace,
to attain eternal nirvana,
there, I’ll no longer
be a wingless bird,
but will soar like a golden eagle,
feathered in fragranced faith,
and porcelain-tailed promises.
And as the pink pearl moon
unveils its hyacinth halo,
I twirl to the tamarind tenors
of twinkling topaz,
that fall upon healing hills
thriving with buttercup bliss,
below funeral fogs,
where melanin phases of faces
lurk in sweltering silence,
stimulating my quill to release
pastel pigments of contentment,
like glowing galaxies of gratitude.
Yet, I am an unfinished poem,
completely incomplete,
comfortably rhyme-less,
misplaced in a melancholic
meadow of magnolia metaphors,
too vague for the eye
that sees not beyond
my sun-kissed skin.
While from ethereal verses,
scattered across
seraphic spheres, I strive,
wishing that phrases I weave
across midnight skies,
would calm the soundless storms
beneath lunar-pillowed oceans,
as this glistening ink on
the ceremonial canvas
of life and beyond,
longs to be the epitaph
that immortalizes my voice
amidst ashes and stones,
skeletons and bones,
there I’ll slumber with
light still flowing
through poetic veins,
amidst the
piercing pandemonium
and turmeric tranquility;
yin and yang of existence,
I am both, earth and water;
aura of intuitive seas~
and cathartic currents
mirroring the crestfallen crescent,
soaked in infinite luminescence
from aesthetic lanterns.
Strobe lightning flashes
when midnight strikes home
Blades of grass whistling
signals the brutal winter wind
that follows harshly
Shady shallow creatures
crawl out of their shells of unfinished business
Growls of hunger rising to wails of one banshee cry
She calls out death warnings
so loved ones --"Be aware!"
A lost soul roams the land of the living
In shadows
She sees through her red misted eyes
The worldly vices
devouring darkness
the heart burns wrenching
In your haunting shrieks
Distant drumming war
looming inside battlegrounds
Memories fall back in time dungeons
opening gates to past nightmares
Overflowing with treacheries and calculating minds
Justice only works on one side of the coin
Flipping the truth --"Freedom is gone!"
In a fleeting moment
a thought howls in revelation
Love could stall an action
deeply pains the heart that has gone cold
Governing rule sheds teary clouds
knots start twisting inside
Embroidering a story within a story
paints a transparent veil
Damaging a system where lies corrupt and poison brews
To occupy someone's space falsely
Death must surely follow
Buys them a future right without destinies spark
Spawn of emptiness drains good fuels fire
You’re every dark entity that hates
The Light of who you are shines faceless true and true
So envy crowns nothing in the end
Unrhymed Ballad style in 8-line stanzas
a co written piece with myself and Angeline Lim
And the cemetery was the final rest place for the souls
That departed from Earth with unsolved matters
Leaving their tombs at midnight, wandering without
A determined route in the valley of the forgotten
Sad histories had been told about the invisible inhabitants
Of the land where rest the hopes, dreams and illusions that
Died with the dreamer. Unborn babies are watched by angels
Teens that perished in their youth years by temerary behavior
Ladies that took their own lives by romantic disillusions, young men
Killed by illegal substances or guns traffic, family massacred by
A disturbed relative, lovers that murder and committed suicide
After an affair breakup, unknown for their partners until the fatal news
Reflex while in this existence if are living life in a manner when
Arrives the time to leave this world, no remorses or guilts
Are left behind, tormenting the soul as unfinished business
Good deeds and memories should be the legacy
For And The Cemetery Was Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Fourth Place
5-21-2016
[ a nette onclaud collab ]
As twilight moves through the glass of dawn
I catch my shadow hiding among trees,
like ripped gauze from a withering leaf,
that slips into the brazen darkness
weary from cracks of brittle tears,
alone once more
looking for souls who are not there ...
and I weep for unfinished dreams
upon a mute moon,
while begging for fate’s new postscript
to hurl the way, a different song this time.
Unfinished vows left behind, on this night,
I cast light from the sterilized room,
matching shadows throughout the twilight
something of dreams creeps below the pillow
searching for peace and serenity
numbers become numb
I can't breathe, knowing I'm incomplete,
trite tears longing to be together
lyrics become darkness,
the sun makes laughter once more
leaving a plume of dreams above the sheets.
A Poet Destroyer Collaboration
..........
Contest: Collaboration Celebration
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer
It has been said: That if, just one person remembers,
your life after you are gone,
then you may still be forced to walk this earth
tied to a false memory.
My prayer, is to be entirely forgotten, not recalled at all,
not for the wealth of my spirit, or for its poverty,
not for my mortal works, or for all those works,
unfinished or laid aside. LET ME BE,
I do not wish to remain, as an eclipse of your mind.
Do not linger over my progeny, or ancestry,
let them be their own flagstaff of humanity -
for are we not all, just light and shade,
quickly passing across a flawed mirror?
However, if by chance you come upon
one sunlit buttercup,
shining upon a dewy meadow,
you may recognize that same simplicity in you,
and discerning that fleeting display,
see it as a clear immortal vision,
of your own awakening eyes -
if so,
remember that - only that.
In the twilight of thoughts, dice dance on an invisible board,
Whispers of hope stumble through the trembling fingers of fate,
Echoes of lost victories clash against the walls of an abandoned citadel,
Where once, heroes with pure hearts raised the banners of illusion.
Now, in the oppressive silence, the harsh truth seeps through the cracks of time,
Dripping bitterness into the cup of knowledge we all drink from,
The unseen chains of destiny bind us to an imperfect reality,
Where dreams melt like the wax of a forgotten candle.
Waves of consciousness crash against the shore of common understanding,
Carrying fragments of unfinished conversations and unfulfilled promises,
In this ocean of collective consciousness, we all float,
Clinging to fragile rafts made of vain hopes and lost illusions.
And yet, deep within the soul, a spark of rebellion smolders,
Nourished by the memory of a world where justice was not just a word,
But a living force that pulsed through the veins of every person,
Now, only the faint echo of this memory resonates in the night.
Thus, we step forward through the dense fog of days to come,
With eyes open, yet blind to the uncomfortable truths that surround us,
Wearing masks of willful ignorance and forced smiles,
While deep down, we all know the game was rigged from the start.
Untold, Unfinished
It's too bad you can't...
All I want is TRUTH
All I want is TRUTH
Even if you think I'm too weak
When you LIE to me
You rob me of self
When you LIE about me
You rob me of self
When you LIE with me
You rob me of self
So myself has been taken
And my self is gone
But I am not weak
I am only human,
As are my mistakes
But your intentions
Are proving yourself
As I see some more light,
It shines bright deceit
Although it cannot compare
To my glowing rage
Sent to engulf your Hate
Beautiful Hate
Born from lies
Promised to Love
Til my hate loves
And eventually you will have to
Live by the lies you have lived
While I will have hated my Love
Despite the cries
Despite the lies
Despite the separation
The suffer you caused
The tears that came down running into an ocean
The laughter that has been whipped out
The voice unheard
The right…taken…
The will to let go, to not hang on to us…
Despite…despite…
Despite…
Despite the memories, to look at the pictures
To bear holding a photo album
To bear flipping its pages
To bear that photo album without a tear
Is something that can never be told to any ear
Despite the devotion…despite the love…
To bend down to honor the times
To bend down to look at the times
Despite the affection
The care…the tender…
Despite the unfinished conversations
Despite the raging yells
Despite the painful hits
Despite the swollen red arms
To look at the parties, the celebrations...
The recall of each memory pulls to another
The cold nights we took them together
The hot days we swam them together
The irreplaceable proud of one another
The let down of another hope
The hold on to another life
The sacrifices that were made…
The begging’s and prayers to Mighty God
The sound of another hopeless conversation
The magic that shifted you into one another
With no feelings, no recalls…
The fighting’s and rage
The curse and words
We bear it all
The miss of a reunion, the months, the weeks, the hours, the minutes, the seconds
We stood, not complete
Not together
Despite it all…
I say it with all reasons to break
I miss you! I miss you dad…
And the fault is for something
The blame is set to someone
He’d better not steal another breath
He’d better not steal another life
He’d better not steal the bond
He’d better let us be us
Or God Please avenge us
For what is taken
For what is stolen
For what is meant to be
With us…