A single second feels like a decade,
As painted visions of your visage fade.
Yet winter passes; golden petals bloom,
Releasing hearts from their protective gloom.
I yearn to feel your timeless, soft caress,
While gently hiding all this phantom sadness.
I place my faith in you, my happiness—
Mi Helecho, praying you return in wholeness.
My Helecho, I miss you so much,
Longing to whisper "I love you" in your ear,
I was in urgent need of your warmest embrace,
Father God, always bless my one and only Helecho.
Breeze of cold.
A song titled hope.
Gulp of and urgent need for a cigarette.
Need to sniff more of heavy ylang ylang.
The itch of a pain.
A warm wind.
The soul lifting song.
Whiff of ceder smoke.
My soul soothed by patchouli.
A healing touch.
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Breeze of cold.
A song titled hope.
Gulp of and urgent need for a cigarette.
Need to sniff more of heavy ylang ylang.
The itch of a pain.
The world is bleeding
and it seems no one can
do a thing to stop it.
There's desperation
in the urgent need for healing
and no one seems to care.
They've given up,
it's probably too late
as the planet spins out of control.
The greed of men seems boundless,
does no one see the coming of the end?
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Thank you for this dance,
This chance to experience,
You from a distance.
Resistance the tool,
Used to teach a fool,
A universal school,
Guiding the pool.
Grab a stool and sit,
Get yourself ready for it,
You're about to get hit.
Get that fire lit,
It's come time to use it,
Darkness sits all around,
Burn it to the ground,
So only truth is found.
Now you're safe and sound,
Round up the courage,
To face the scourge,
Let the body purge,
Feel purity surge.
An urgent need,
To cleanse the greed,
Spread your seed,
The Title and Deed,
Has been decreed,
This is your garden indeed,
Time to pull out the weeds.
When will I learn not to trust anybody
and not change my kindness too quickly?
Will I turn my cheek
to the one who's in urgent need,
who trembles and who is weak?
Hunger makes all plead!
Help me, God...
being cruel is hard,
being kind is easy;
help me, God...
the beggar stretches his hand,
he asks for food and mercy!
When will we put an end to pain,
break down the barriers of old;
do the hungry seek only love?
Wars are fought for pride and gain,
young soldiers are sent to die in the battlefield alone:
staring at a black sky that hides the face of our God;
and still leaders will go to church to mock our Lord!
Help me, God...
there are only a few who truly care,
who can heal the wounds of the hurt;
help me, God...
send out the brave ones who dare,
who are courageous enough to fight!
It's not a wish anymore
It's my urgent need
As I have examined my core
Innocence should be in my soul's feed
When I look ten years back
To my five year old self holding a toy stack
Hating on nobody
But filled with love for everybody
Not understanding the intentions
But making deep connections
I don't know why I am understanding everything so deep
And holding the emotions my heart can't keep
"You're a big girl now" is something I don't wanna hear
I want to cry so hard if I can't bear
Just wanna say sorry to those I hated on
But my ego will get hurt if I practice it for long
I want to be that five year kid again
Where I was self obsessed
Now I am so insecure
I don't know till when I'll endure
I have just had a look to see
What interesting comments
Rico and Milt have left for me
I am upset and sad to say
Both of these fine poets
Have passed away.
I miss these two accomplished men,
Who will never write to me again?
I feel an urgent need to say
I feel honoured that you came my way,
RIP
When in poverty wallows the multitude
One of sharing should be our attitude
But do not ever count it as our magnitude
For each one is heir to God's plenitude
Do not hoard wealth more than we need
Or merely to satisfy our enormous greed
From our abundance, when the poor we feed
From the clutches of selfishness we'll be freed
When many around us weep and wail in gloom
And perish under poverty’s inescapable doom
We are bound to share to help them bloom
Or else God the giver of riches, in anger will fume
Do whatever we can to help those in urgent need
So that we’ll be happier and better persons indeed
From fatal falls and deep scars of life, many bleed
Our kind words and actions can their wellness speed
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Soon, they shall flood matters channel
To the formed five-man panel:
East Town's urgent need of good spade
That shall into big waters wade
And arrange useful bridge,
As one drowns and next is the fridge.
East's Generator to suck flood
Like mosquitoes would sleepers' blood
No Government's fast attention,
A sad picture's odd retention
Yes, pavements, too, at the junctions
Waters there need interruptions...
East's flood zones to face big tunnels
Or if you wish Trillion funnels
I'm writing tender words
to describe a pretty sunset,
and captivated by its colors,
I take on the spirit of Monet!
Loneliness is felt in that moment
I realize that something is missing...
the essential element of closeness;
it's the urgent need to touch hands,
to explore another wonderful feeling!
Is there such a thing as a wildfire started by anger
that will burn up letters kept in a bedroom drawer,
never sent out to someone so precious but forgotten?
Do feelings quickly die when fondness is not shown?
In the rush of things, we may forget that we exist
to give each other comfort and build lasting trust;
if we ignored everything else and worried less:
we would be much closer and truer to ourselves!
Another wonderful feeling is the source of all joy,
we have lost all faith and put away every hope:
instead of being strong, we're the victims of vanity
that offers endless misery and a false horoscope!
Beauty stealthily creeps; peripherally drifting, sight unseen.
We’re caught at times within her gaze so clean.
Our eyeballs turning inside out rusted with mistrust,
find beauty sometimes giggling, hidden deeply, as she must.
Sometimes creeping slowly by, we neither see nor hear her sigh;
feel her tap upon our shoulder, finger poking, smile sly.
Like pregnant moments muscling to the fore
you must un-witness what you’ve seen before.
For beauty knows no bounds and this a fact:
your heart, in subtle ways, she will attract.
You must resist the urgent need to disregard,
however hard;
the tingling skinny memories that strain for every clue.
not within the eye beheld; but in the heart of you.
Listen though your very life depended;
for when it is upended and your breath is held suspended,
you may hear, the footsteps and the parting of the air,
as beauty slow descends the step
and meets you with her stare.
Very strong message taking form,
Coming like a violent storm,
Warning of nation’s moral low,
Unaware of approaching foe.
Ignorant! How this world beguiles!
Blind to the culture’s subtle changes,
Dull to enemy’s evil wiles,
Naïve on immoral binges.
Stressed out by malignant ills.
Misguided by bureaucrat vow.
Duped by sharp marketing skills.
Depending on NASDAQ or the Dow.
Wake up, see the coming dark storm,
In midst of silver lining.
Judgment framed by hope’s reform.
Urgent need for land’s refining.
Spare tire is kept available
As an urgent need replacement
To a dead flat rubber cushion
Of a wagon off the pavement.
A spare tire is an excess fat
Around someone's heavy waistline;
If girl gets rid of this thickness,
Then her figure shall be just fine.
Spare tire is an unneeded or
Unproductive and rude person;
Unhelpful to the guild or group,
His life is brought to oblivion.
Spare tire is a male or female
That you gladly carry with you
On dinner date to rely on
If the meeting sadly falls through.
Carried in cars all of the time,
Full of air that doesn't expire;
It‘s important to be having
An extra or a new spare tire.
A last resort although difficult to make
Lost hope on many challenging situations
To some, it is just a piece of cake
After several life shocking revelations
Tolerance was far, endurance got exhausted
Urgent need to act fast
Suicide; a means to an end
became an important yet, last resort
Various easy means came to mind
Struggle to win my heart as to which to subscribe to
It seems I've gotten myself into a bind
One body but the personalities are two
Change of plans cos suicide has never been an option
'NO TO SUCIDE' became my favorite caption
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