If only you were here beside me.
You would play me an old song,
of that lost land of my tenderness.
I would certainly appreciate,
your marvelous violin's playing,
and would hear the lightness of your voice
Of course that is my wish for this night.
Pleased to god, that i would live more days .
I shall tell you others wishes like tonight
Sometimes I wish
Things were different,
Or that they were the same as they used to be
That I had people to talk to
That people didn’t hate me
That I knew why people hated me
That I didn’t have to sit here
Alone
Wishing I wasn't
But its not
So here I am
Maybe someday it’ll all work out
But for now,
I'm stuck
In an inescapable loop
Of wishing things were different
Of trying not to scream at the people who call me their friend
Of having so many health issues I can’t count them all
Dreaming of the day I leave this place
Going somewhere far away
Never to see these people again
One day,
I will
And then maybe I won’t be alone
Maybe I’ll go out and not wish to leave the whole time
Maybe
I’ll be happy.
The soul project earth vision to bestow form
that insight and its respect in sublime
whishes that perform
Concorde collection of loving community
the only and its property
liberated immunity
Intimate elements building the world
to carry no misery
becomes the manifold
Ambition and shadows of ideal dream
endings of truth
no time worse when honesty become a scheme
Thunder rolls like spring's atmosphere
Heart of winter wonders
Where's the cold zephry's icy wind
Spewed like frozen fingers
The good earth saturated, soaked
Water replenishes
Where summer's drought drained away strength
Now willow's limb whishes
A New Year's open calendar
What joy or sorrow fills?
Future undetermined now~
365 days revealed
Spring is here in all its majesty
It’s time for your flowers to blossom if you’re cherry tree
The whites, reds, pinks on cherry violet on elder person can see
Each has its own unique beauty
Wind gently murmurs in boughs caressing the soul
But wind can grow beyond all control
In the time of fall wind takes a toll
As in human life’s fall philosophy can bring pain to the soul
The wind is wonder and fury as tall poplar it shakes
The very demon of meaninglessness it awakes
Yet it refreshes the man as new breath he takes
It pushes the man to look harder for that for which his soul aches
It might be love man once lost
And whishes her back at any cost
But what I wish most
Not to fear wind and feel it’s better to love and lost
To feel the hurricane from inside the cave
To understand the way it can behave
That philosophy is just one step and seeds wind can spread as it will rave
That my destiny is beyond all uncertainties and questions answers for wind in my soul craves
Soul yearns towards heavenly sky
Desire that will never die
Like an eagle spirit whishes to fly
What is the ultimate high?
The soul is as if set a blaze
What is on the other side will amaze
Upon the world eye will gaze
The world is great but in a wrong phase
But we are looking not just for lack of entropy
Not even complete reference point not needing ability to choose our destiny
But if meaning of life simple question will be
My holy grail is essence of philosophy
Whisper, 2012
V. Ortiz Vazquez
Bright as the day
His confidence
Walking tall for his batch bears no wrong doing
Predetermined sex
Downloaded expectations
“Boys don’t cry”
Sprung from love
Her sensitivity
Watching those around
Her mark reveals a list of don’t
Whishes of a boy tramples downloaded expectations
Recalculating
“Girls don’t do that”
Walking about
Unknown to one another
Distance companions with similar nature
One believable, the other one not
Society’s rules
Predetermine disposition
Learning behavior
Up for debate
Slowly he begins to make his move
Trust ensue no rejection
Without suspecting
She bare her mark
Not knowing what, how to feel
Act
Silence descends upon the body
Laughable his story, he thought “boys don’t cry”
Miserable her short life, she “asked for it”
Compose, controlled with confident
Satisfied with the cruel intentions
In conjunction with low, clear voice whisper
“Shhhhhh…”
Nobody has to know
whatever happened between us
that made us glow;
let this remain something of a secret,
this man knows where it lies...
hidden from others, not from us!
And you woman, keep it inside
as long as you live...it's as deep as pride!
Erase my number from your cell phone,
not let him see it...
don't make him suspect
that I even exist in reality:
make it look like a shadow passing...
leaving no traces along;
when I take what's not mine...I feel so guilty,
but it won't stop me from taking!
Let this remain something of a secret,
let's it confide it to a moon that's so scarlet;
a silent moon who hears the lovers' whispers...
and turns them into real, sweet whishes!
Let's die for a moment's bliss,
deny our reality and hysterically laugh;
this is not cheating on somebody
who didn't finish what he started off...
we're free and need not to worry,
and if there's a price to pay: we will!
We're not kids who are kept from indulgence,
we are responsible for our own tendencies...
challenging those who oppose us with rage,
changing what others can barely change...
to let this remain something of a secret!
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