My feet are ready to test the water,
to kick the waves, to be carried away
into the wilderness of the ocean floor.
What’s underneath, I am not certain
but I’ll be here indulging the ride.
Let the waves crash on me,
Let it break my solid form,
Let me learn how to stay afloat.
Highs and lows,
let it carry me,
to where I should be.
Let me write about those eyes in my poetry,
Deep as black holes.
I’ve never been in the outer space
but I just know.
You’re a universe on your own.
Full of stars and ocean,
This mind could still remember the chilly air of October
and the booze in our hands,
the flickering lights in that careless night,
it was still all fresh like a damp stamp in a paper.
But it was all that I remember.
A drunk night, the spirits, a boy I mistook as an adventure and the longing for the spontaneity at the age of 23.
** I’m really getting old. lol
At random days,
I would thought about you
and the way you looked at me.
Like you saw a thousand stars
in my eyes,
you can hardly looked away.
You kissed my forehead with
your gentlest lips,
Like the waves do
when they reach the shoreline.
I hope, it was never-ending
That even in the drought of sparks
and darkness of times,
I hope you never change.
Even when the ocean turns
into a vast land of decays
or the starless nights cry
of insipid rain.
Even when the stars you saw in my eyes,
lose its shine
and our body grows old and cold.
I hope it will still be the same.
I saw it in my mother’s eyes when she scolded me.
I saw it on the airport
As they kissed and bidded goodbye.
I saw it in the hallway,
while he watch her go away.
I saw it in grocery bags,
and never thought cash can
be turn into love.
I saw it how it was spoke in a mother’s lips,
As she animates his son’s funny tricks.
I saw it my Father’s silence
though I know, his heart was ripped.
I saw it when my sister cleans the dishes
Cause my brother is going home late.
To my best friend, I saw it in our coffee dates.
Endless conversation, all laughter, no fakes.
I saw it wiring over the air, linking him to her.
Like that great big sky they share and sleep under.
I saw it as the readers gasp in their horror books.
I saw it on the writer’s paper.
I saw it in every teacher’s hand
filled with chalk smudge.
I saw it in every place
But the World cared so less
these past few days.
Here I am full of vigor
Yet time passed in vain again.
Clock’s never tired of circling its arms
But the devil sings lullaby to my ears.
A chant that cajoles my feet
to the enthralling thoughts
of blankets and pillow.
Who am I to resist
when the bed talks to me
through its lines and comfortability.
Another day crush out
in the calendar.
Another slice of regret.
And then I remember a friend asked
“why do we adore wasting time for mediocrity?”
I just smiled and look at her regretfully.
Our eyes is in waltz
When it’s bound to strike and ignite.
Was it just me, looking for signs
between those replicated sighs.
Is there any chance of crossing the lines
or am I the only one who thinks
that this is OUR time.
Halt the delusional myth
I created on my mind.
There were no cryptic things
it was just my imaginary universe
creating utopia — for you and I.
It seems safe to stay in this world.
But when reality slaps like ice splash in the face.
That’s when I know, it’s morning.
And I said ‘Hey self, be awake’.
Their eyes throw stones of mockery,
Insolent and filthy, that’s what they see.
In every line drawn into his skin,
They believe he doesn’t fit in.
The least they know,
This man wrapped in tattoos,
On bended knees he sings.
Offers every thing to his King.
He screams, he growls,
And praises the Lord in fire.
Hypocrites don’t seem to matter.
GOD knows him way better.
Society thinks he’s a tinted threat
I wish they see what’s underneath.
Coz in heaven we are judge by our deeds,
And not by the tattoo on our sleeves.
1 Samuel 16:7
But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”
One look and I know I’ll be vulnerable to you. So I always leave a space between us –too scared to plunge into the chances.
I knew very well from the start you’ll be my biggest fall, you were a pit fall meant to crack my bones. And you did. I was not meant to recover.
I have so many unwritten poems about you but your name is a subject I can’t dip my fingers into. I kept it safe and locked.
Careful, my honest tongue, should a word ever slip, I know I can’t have it back.
Young girl, stop putting colors over black and white. There was no grays. It was just you seeing the rainbow over his eyes.
And your soft laughter echoed –almost everywhere.
Let him be in every line of my poetry — let it stay there.