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Many dreams flash and some stay
a little longer and some decide the future.
They hold the beautiful things,
and make believe u to be in perfect world of yours.
Some are to good to be in dreams than to be in reality.
The path to catch a dream is
always fascinating and adventurous,
even when its twisted.
They show the universe which u never knew,
and the future which never thought
that to be of yours.
And the person holding u whom u love
but may not be the same for them.
The untrodden and crippled bridge
to achieve the dream is alluring,
than same plain old path.
its always the journey which is
exciting rather than the goal.
Sometimes a distant dream is more fetching
than a dream come true,as we envision
only the beauty of it and not the ugliness.
Be happy that some dreams are only in the fantasy
at least you are alive dreaming about them.
It is more fabulous in the journey then in the halt.
we vividly describe the journey not the destiny,
path may be twisted,complex but it is what
always think of ,how we fought the odds.
Dreams are always wonderful,depends on what we make out of them.
I write a pretty lot and most of my poems are about God
So the present I just got, well to me it doesn't seem odd
Yesterday I wrote Seeing the Manger and today I got one
There three wise men were, Mary, Joseph and Gods Son
Happening all the time that one wouldn't say coincidence
His Name in each rhyme His presence I can always sense
It's always so vividly clear like the Manger I received today
For God is always so near for that is Our Lord's loving Way
The gift touched my heart, but the connection I didn't see
It's a little work of art not the piece of wood it used to be
Carved by ones own hand as now it sits on the fireplace
He makes it easy to understand when you seek His Grace
Only later would I realize as so I wondered in His story
How He opens your eyes, showing glimpses of His Glory
With Mary and Joseph by His Sides There One Child lays
The One who always provides, who I give all my praise
Of Real Or "FAKE" Memories
Earlier today...upon
setting feet out a side door,
a refreshingly cool rain
washed away present woes,
and ushered auld lang syne,
sans mine earlier childhood quatrain
such as the incy wincy spider sung
(way out of tune) by
my then young mum,
yet clear as day she evinced
unabashed loved simply and plain,
which cherished rarely
jogged memory main,
lee lost in sigh burr space,
perhaps arising some
where (over the rainbow...)
in toto within my midbrain
ah...methought, how perfectly spontaneous
I spunkily danced down
Drury (er rather Lantern) Lane
sudden recollection of real or
feigned salad days of yore
blessedly carefree, innocently naive,
which elapsed many a score
years ago poked thru consciousness
so vividly, despite
at nineteen and four
tee Earth's orbitz ago,
hence summarily explore
thyself as an adorable boy around
'pon the onset of incipient curiosity
(i.e. preschooler),
aye did unexpectedly bound
forth like a midsize dog ecstatic
to greet her/his master,
the latter played and clowned
with four legged woman's/
man's "best friend,"
where non verbal
communication did expound
volumes of unconditional mutually
symphonic, sympathetic, and symbiotic
couched make believe buddies
never abandoned me always around:
2025.1.24
"Time flies when you are having fun"
Well, time has definitely flies in front of me.
It has been exactly one year,
Since we first met.
Amazingly, I still vividly remember how that day unfolded.
How we struck a beautiful friendship.
That Wednesday morning, I went to this place,
In a room, full of electronic equipments.
I scanned the L shaped benches.
You stood out in the crowd,
A light green khaki jacket, and a beanie on your head,
You hunched over your electronic device,
Which placed in front of a computer.
I clearly remember, how I started my first words.
"Excuse me sir, may I have this seat, please".
Quickly, you said "Of course, it is all yours".
You stood up and moved away from the swirlving chair.
I then realised, you had lot of belongings to pack.
I changed my mind and walked away.
Not before I said, "Don't worry about it.
You came first, you have the right to use it"
I did not know why, but at the time,
I felt I should be fair and act like a lady.
I left the place and back in another day.
Over the next six months.
We became two close friends.
We met everyday and evening, except Sunday.
In the same room and also at my private place.
One evening, during a casual chatting,
You told me, you also remembered our first meeting.
Of course, you should never forget,
Because you almost lost your seat,
If I had insisted taking it.
I shall never forget that day.
And all of those followed.
Gazing up at the dark and grey sky,
While Sparkling drizzles adorn the earth,
Calmness filling up as time goes by,
And the drops trickle down the hearth.
I settled down to cherish the serene blues,
Engaged deeply in its scenic imagery,
Which brings back the echoes and views,
Of my tender and dreamy childhood memory.
Several scenes vividly playing through my mind,
And various conversations echoing inside,
Leaving me restless with a whole new find,
Urging me desperately to travel back and confide.
If only I could go back in time,
Yearning to meet my younger self once more,
For it's not a sinful fault or malicious crime,
I would teach her many things in store.
First, I would delicately take her in my embrace,
And softly stroke the strands of her hair,
Assuring her that she made it through the chase,
Not giving up even in her darkest despair.
I would shower her with a treasure of rewards,
For being kind and helpful to others around her,
Also telling her not to forget the regards,
And to be kind to herself despite any blur.
I would take her to mountains and rivers,
For they could make an inseparable bond together,
As they stand by her in the toughest quivers,
And would support and befriend her forever.
I would describe to her the profound joy,
Of achieving her precious visions and dreams,
The deepest connections woven in her heart's ploy,
While reaching for those priceless fantasies.
I would prepare her to face the worst,
While trying to be brave and consistent,
Throughout her valuable self-exploration quest,
And would teach her to be strong and confident.
I would teach her the essence of euphoria,
In every small and tender delight,
From the warmth of those close to her aura,
That would ease her pain and make things right.
At times when people would disown her,
Judging her efforts and attempts,
I would teach her to trust herself and persevere,
To move on and achieve her greatest triumphs.
When life seems tough with each passing second,
I would ask her to remember my guidance,
That would keep her going till the end,
Without too many regrets and hindrances.
If only I could go back in time,
Wishing to make her stronger than ever,
For it's not a sinful fault or malicious crime,
That would help her surpass her struggles forever.
Do you remember the last day of August, over two years ago?
There were chances of rain and the sky was so grey
so you wore my coat while I wore all of your shame.
I don’t know if you noted my utter disdain
when you walked me to the bus stop and filled me with pain
A simple admission you’d thought was so harmless
but this was my first ride, with not even a harness.
When we parted ways, was it even a hug?
Or was that a problem, was that too much?
That sentence you’d spoke, I’d hoped was a joke as I felt the water bathing my eyes
Had I got this wrong, all along?
Had I really not seen past the disguise
of someone so gentle, so interested and pure
who I’d thought could finally start to cure
the illness inside of me, I was so sure that my sentence was up, I’d arrived at your shore.
That wasn’t even the worst of your crimes
I remember so vividly when the clock had struck nine
you had just pictured me in your bedroom light
thought you’d share with me your five second delight
A couple days passed, with you on my mind
but this time I had pictured a different kind
A man so broken, who was swimming away
from the truth that he feared, begging him to stay.
I was told that I was the last
you were closing the door on your house made of glass
but that didn’t end up being the case
I’ve seen his account, I’ve seen his face
It’s clear that to you, I was one to replace.
As much as I hate the way that you made me choke
with every word, a part of me broke
it’s not been the same, it feels like a game
to me, none of it was a joke.
If I were to pass you by, on those old streets under new skies,
would you recognise me, would you even try
to heal all my gashes, to soften my sighs
or would you pretend that you were glad of its end;
you escaped me and the danger I held.
Love
A four letter word
Something I feel
For
My dearest Danielle
And
MaySea in the whole why way
What is the why way?
I wonder
Why is the world this way?
Happiness
I currently feel for
My love's, sleeping so
Peacefully
My daughter Avril
Her brother Paxton
My beloved son
Whom
I miss with all my heart
As
I watch their baby sister fast asleep
She is an angel
Not forgotten by
More so unknown to
Her big brother and sister
Whom
She's yet to meet
Not by choice.
Unfortunately byproducts of choices made for them.
Fear
Resides within my hope
Lurking
Hidden behind
Evident in my eyes
And
Vividly present while dreaming
Biologically speaking
Now nightmares are
Felt as a nightmare is now a day out with my own mother and my very own brother.
I couldn't have ever imagined such pain
But love remains
And gratitude genuinely appreciates every aspect of this love
Watching Danielle and MaySea sleep
A beautiful blessing
My angels
My all
My everything
My Miracles
Love
A four letter word
2/3/17
Sitting was i alone in the jungle of thought.
For one annonymous phenonmenon i did sort.
Then came an old sage,
Who was vividly stricken in age.
He was clothed in a silk trained at war,
Hungry shoe and praising top.
Then did he obstruct my view from behind,
With his deflowered hand-almost made me blind.
Then did my rein and vein retired instantly,
Drenched in weakness and worry.
My heart paced the path of extinction,
Timid of what may be the succession.
But later was i bethrot to courage,
And withheld the sage's hand to consume it like porridge.
You need to know who was there.
Oh by heaven,it was fear.
He had come to detain my courage,
And make me to him a bowl of porridge.
10/1/12
executing doubt like a quiet storm at hand
it makes sense that i would be alone again
never opening my doors but craving life
struggling just to look alive
what kind of lamb will i be—
the black one of the bunch—or the Ordinary?
i can’t breathe within the crowd
and alone i only scream aloud
i can’t make you see the light
without the doubt—without the spite
pushing every companion away
nothing goes, but nothing stays
enter in, you rising storm
before the aftershock is born
brew away the emptiness
and wash away the filthiness
solitary, Ordinary; withstanding fury
praise the judge and bomb the jury
the multitudinous drops of cool water
bring back the doubt adding to the slaughter
it has risen above my head
taking away every gasp of air
leaving me faltering out in the open
as you stare vividly at completely nothing
I don’t know if I should feel great
But I quite vividly
Remember the day
When happiness told me
It could no longer stay
Because hope packed it’s bags
To chase after faith
Who was on a mission
To find out why
To this life
Did she just give up and say:
"Take it all
Happiness, joy, love, and hope
What good will they do me anyway
I’ve always kept strong
But nothing ever stays"
So loneliness thought
These pieces of me were
There to sabotage
Forgetting
It was depression
Who had very sharp claws
Gripping desperation
Of a soul
Self deemed lost
So to be honest most days
I don’t feel so great
It's probably because
I’m still looking for my faith
I thought
Practicing playing hope
Might magically
Make happiness come back
That’s definitely one
I wished
Didn’t leave me all alone with sad
Since anger has been here
Its created many structures
That hold no space for hope
It will take all my good traits
To deconstruct and repair
The hopeless homes
That held despair
Doubt and hate
Leveling out the foundation
For hope, faith, love, and joy to stay