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The Philosopher's Sonnet

Others are born, the lost are burried
Life is a journey not to be hurried
But whats wit if the wise are mute
And who is beauty if she is not yet born

Mom said to not sugar
But if she is to be believed
Then pigs do fly, and wings lie
The plains, they speak of a time long gone

Dad said to not blow my horn.
But tomorrow took my horn, so why say he
The preacher said death is an illusion 
Then where is grandpa?

The night is so dark and cold.
But i shall wait for another sunrise.

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I Walked On Water

It was a Sunday
The reverend preached about faith
He spoke of Jesus walking on water
And peter failing to
Cause he had no faith

Now to cut it short,
I have so much faith it makes me blush
So on my way from church
I went down the river and replicated my lord
I said a silent prayer and sent a foot forward

Step by step, breath by breath
I walked across the river
But even in shoes, I felt the cold of the water
For it was winter and river was frozen
Stone hard, ice cold
But still, I walked on water.

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Ave-Maria

Concealed beneath the veil was a face of gold
But to approach, not even cupid is so bold
For the mere thought of it made me chilly cold
But the passion deep in my chamber I could no longer hold
So I clenched my teeth and decided to let my love unfold
I didn’t know the woe awaiting was one untold
For the veiled beauty till now I uphold

So with a heart of steel, I took the dare
Blinking all the while to break her holy stare
Telling my heart for the great task ahead to prepare
For not even the Virgin Mary my lust could spare
So I let my lips roll as she glare

“Blessed thee, beauty of the convent
Thy heart has made with me a covenant
And so should thy passion for me this instant
If loving thee be a sin, then never is me repentant
for this affection I build is immortally stagnant
So please, descent of eve, hold my hand
And tell me thy heart”

She smiled immaculately and took my hand
Then took a rosary and coiled it in my palm
Making the sign of the cross and said slyly. . 
. . . “AVE MARIA”

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Missing You

Sometimes I hear your voice whistling in the cold wind
 I see your saintly smile flashing before my eyes like a phantom
And I can even feel your magical hands patting my back tenderly
        I hold my dreams so dear for in them is thy presence
     I dream of you lying right next to me in my wildest ecstasy
  A couple of times I have caught myself smiling at such thoughts
I thought I was losing my sanity but the psychologist said am sound
           Yet still, my head arches and throbs like a drum
                  But my doctor insists that am find
                    He says I am just missing you

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Butterfly Dreams

I could have all the stars sing for you
Even the winds would pause and listen
 The angels would hum along
Little babies would giggle at such a blissful sight
Yet you still would not sleep
For who would miss such an enchanted lullaby?

I could tell the rain to dance for you
Dance at the rhythm of its own fall
Splashing little sparkles of diamond in the moonlight
Teasing the moon to bring about a rainbow
Yet you would giggle to yourself and not sleep yet
For you find it not sweet to miss such a splendor of nature.

Or I could just sit and read to you about Georgie Porgie
Who found the girls playing and kissed them all
But we both know such a story is not exactly a bed time story
For you would rather stay up all night
And make your own bedtime story

So I will just sit here, look at you, and smile
Smile away all your sorrows and sooth your withered heart
But not a poem shall I tell
For all I will ever say is GOOD NIGHT

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My Confession

MY CONFESSION

Today I rip my passionate heart and put it on this paper
I tear my ribs and bring forth my greatest witness
Because the love I have is no longer a love to hide
It’s one that makes me ride on the clouds and yell with pride

Let the blue skies open and all the heavens see
Let the your forefathers behold this love filled sea
Let the love goddess look down and acknowledge my feelings
For the love I have pumps through my veins and soaks my brain
It drains me of pains as the love saints keep me sane
Let the heavens know that I shall never stop loving you

The beauty of a lily is just but a reflection
The abstract rainbow is no more than a refraction
Yet my love is not just a lustful perception
It’s the reaction of a passion with an enchanted affection
A mission with a vision heading towards your heart station
So this is my confession with a reflection of my emotion

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Here and After

You want peace but peace here is abstract
Love this, love that and love all, but don’t love
For love here is an obstruct
An obstruction for the much more turmoil laughs 
Laugh at this, laugh at that and laugh at all, but don’t laugh
For the pain that sipped through the bone is unimaginable
And imagination here is too luxurious an item
Though not having it is just but abominable

Smile so much and then skip a smile
Anything that curls up is weighed down by sorrows
Sorrows from across the miles and now in a pile
So if roses are smiles then sorrows be wine
Wine flowing deep in the veins to sooth the hurt cells
Cells of this and cells of that, but don’t cell any
For its just but you in an eternal cell of sorrows
Locked and sentenced to immortality without much as a penny

So read this and read that and read here after
After here is the flood that stormed after the storm
A flood of tears from cries or just dire laughter
The heart swells and the eyes wells but sorrow still dwells
Dwells deep in the marrows where the warmth is not
The heart is socked and so are we in grieve stricken spells
‘Cause the souls we once had we only once had
They went with the storm and took a bit of us all.

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Rain-Rain

Falling in single droplets yet forming one heavy downpour
Yet cometh from nothing much more than vapor
Thudding on the roof like a May Day cry
And taking over the place where the humans once pry

Rain-rain
Graduating from drops to drizzles and eventually to blizzards
Scaring away the sky birds, ground humans and even the monitor lizards
Making the world fresher, yet still causing hazards

Rain-rain
Darkening the sky with all its thunderous might
Changing even the brightest of noons to the ebony of the night
Yet striking and lightning with so bright a light
But not sparing the excited kids and adults alike of fright

Rain-rain
With a touch of coldness that sends shivers down the spines
A touch of wetness that sends persons collecting cloths from the lines
With flowers shying and trees swaying, even the pines

Rain-rain
Carrying away the rich brownness of the top soil
Where crops would sprout only if the farmers could toil
Yet if the crops come before, it would still come and spoil
With the valor of a python waiting in a coil
Rain-rain go away!

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Nothing Much Happened

Nothing much happened
Nothing much happened in the north
Just that some few lips were chopped
Ears cut and owners forced to eat them
Fingers, hands and sometimes arms
Chopped with the victims put under bomb point
But nothing much really happened

Just a few hundreds or maybe thousand kids abducted 
Fully armed and forced to fight with salaries subtracted
And no serious fighting, nothing much was really conducted
Just to slain a few hundreds in Atiak,
And a bit more elsewhere in attacks
But seriously, it wasn’t anything to cause heart attacks

It’s just that some parents were cooked in pots
And their helpless off springs forced to eat them hot
A few minds hither and thither with a few limbs flying
A few returnees telling bloody stories but probably lying
For we all know that nothing much happened

Only that some huts were burnt and their owners roasted
After all, all their property had already been looted
Just as the students in schools had been uprooted
But ooh, they were even given camps of residence
And generally, just some tragic hysteria
Coz no much blood was really shed
Just a couple million barrels on count of the dead

The rebels didn’t really do anything much.
And neither did the government
Because nothing much happened!

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The Poem That Never Was

THE POEM THAT NEVER WAS

My love, I had promised to write you a poem
A poem about colorful butterflies and rainbows
About rainbows in my dreams
And butterflies in my stomach
Just that I thought butterflies are better drawn
And rainbows rather painted
And most of those dreams were wet anyway
Wet of spring rains yet had the warmth of summer 

I was meant to write you a love poem
One alluding to cupid’s magical arrow
And the melodious tunes of robins and winds
I wasn’t bound to forget the gold of autumn
But I just thought that cupid is best in fairies
And I promised me to catch you a live robin

But now that I have you, I won’t write poems,
I won’t wait for cupid’s arrow, I have mine
You shall release spring rains as my vulgar dreams come true
At my nest you can actually sing better than robins,
It will definitely save me the horror of swallowing butterflies
Am sorry my love, for the poem that never was
The rainbow never formed because the love still is!