soul thoughts
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SHE…
Under the thin-bright cloth of the moon,
reclines a maiden as beautiful as June,
She has the charm that can slay every lord,
her smile is as bright as gold.
She is a mademoiselle that sprinkles joy,
every notes of sonata will kneel if they’ll hear her voice,
she has the black hair that captivates every stranger’s eye,
she’s lovely and stands so nice.
She makes everyone marvel,
Even unusual souls deeply adore her
Her holy ghost is as white as ice
But somehow it’s covered by nights
Her words are full of mercy
But can somehow cuts bloodily
She’s comely, yet moment comes,
When silence eats her tongue
She lives in a chaotic world
And sometimes troubles fold her sword
Yet she’s calm and can face her fears
And for that everybody loves her
Smile at her; talk to her, stare her
For she is a smooth pretty girl
But she is tough like an iron sphere
She is the woman of the 21st century
A refined fighter of today
She’s the gorgeous Margie
DEAR FRIEND
Dear friend, let me tell you about the rain that day
It was heavy yet it stopped
But droplets of water came running back
It was sour and it drowned my soul
It was sharp and it cut my core
The reality cracks that I am just fooling myself
But let me, for I am so scared
Let me say I keep peace for myself
Though to hard soul and mind quest I can’t breathe
Maybe they’re right I am just scared
Or maybe to loosing I just fear
Sometimes I think I try hard to fit in
But sometimes we can’t help walk in a lame lane
Dear friend, sometimes we have to understand
That people were raised in different plans
The own me will never be change
For it’s me and I don’t want to pretend
Dear friend, I know words can’t mend
But sometimes we try hard to reach dreams
Sometimes we’re blinded by pain
Sorry, I forgot and you forgot to reach in
Dear friend, I surely know
That friends just come and goes
But only real ones leave in your heart some marks
And your one of them though you put things into last
Dear friend, tomorrow when you wake up
And you accidentally looked back
Then your fierce mind cheated you bad
I’m just here, I’ll be glad
Traveler
The sun would still shine
The rain would still fall
The rainbow would still glow
And his quest would still pursue
He’d been to the stormy world
He’d been to the cold dark world
He’d been to the world of suns
And his quest still stands
He cried and smiled
He fell and rose
He bleeds and healed
He died and lived
He is known as the traveler
And he had gone to the world of tears
A traveler who never fear to gamble
A traveler who never quit when he stumbles
He had grown with a firm thought
That the world to anyone will not salute
Not unless you have pass all pains
That a traveler should face and win
He’d been nobody
He’d been somebody
He’d been a loser
He’d been a winner
But he’s tough
He is the traveler
Before
He is miles away
His days seemed to flee
His soul flies insipidly
It believes in what they say
The blank hard walls stares at him
It mirrors his shadow so thin
It’s blankness creep to his brain
His friends brought him rain
Thy flower swayed for goodbye
His life was captured by lonely night
Thy betrayal from friend was knocking
But his heart sees no sin
His soul aims with them
But the fact is he slowly loose things
His world move through them
His surrounded by fearsome smile of friends
He is a living dead
And surrounded by awful creed
They are indeed with him
But he walks alone with face so dim
Yet his friends touches him
They secretly brought him pain
Then one cold night
His soul was waken by a deadly light
After
After a dull long life
After loosing his bright sight
A rainfall came that cleaned his heart
But it brought a bloody thud
The foolish world he built with them
Is now cracked relieved by pain
He learned to chase the word they say
And echoed it, he’ll make them pay
And now he rose with a dark dim smile
That never sees what is right
Alas, dear friends you all should beware
A bloody thud from his heart is clear…
Sunset… Sunset… Sunset
The dearest seedlings was full of mourning,
When the spark of the sun is slowly hiding
Flowers of the mignonette was deeply confused,
When the sunsets and the darkness was brought.
The voice of the great sun was still close to my ears,
Then all was silenced except the sound of fears,
Laughter’s became so hard to reached,
It really hurts when one sunsets.
But amid the sunset heaven were calm,
Even the darkness covers the beauteous things around
Forgive me, but how could the heavens be calm like that?
If that calmness makes us in a great grief stuck.
Yet heaven’s fair they always sigh,
Though if every planned sunsets makes us cry,
We must see that heavens want us happy,
By letting the sun rest and joined him happily.
MY LORD
He is only one,
He is just alone,
He is my father,
He sings me a song.
When the world is so harsh,
When people make me cry,
I just look up the sky
And in his arms I lie
Seems he is sometimes forgotten
When we are happy and rejoicing
Then it is easy to beg at him,
When we are drowning
But he never neglected us,
Instead he embraced us back
For he is our CREATOR
He is our loving God, savior.
IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGELS
We were just talking yesterday
When you quit hanging on.
All I know is you were tired
It’s hard to think that you’ve said goodbye
God has his own reasons I know
On why we are away from you
We have small chance to lie in your arms
And now he had taken you back in his hands.
Sometimes when the sky cries
I want to blame thy self
God made your way to be with me
during your tiring days
But I was scared to cry in your palm
There in my heart lies a fool sun.
And now I’m here staring blankly,
Recalling such bright past days
Now I wonder how you are
In the arms of the angels, in you’re new home so very far.
CRY
Sometimes he thinks it’s hard to stand in a battle
Sometimes he stumbles
Sometimes it’s hard to fit in a big battalion of knights
Sometimes he just kneels and cries
Sometimes his soul refuses to be stout
Sometimes he could not carry out
Fierce cruel eyes surround him
That burns his soul in flame
From his battle he’d been crying
But you won’t hear him sobbing
For it’s just place in his heavy heart.
That unconsciously made him blind
But he do believe pain strengthen things
He do believe they’ll have their end
He believe he is still a knight
Who should fight though sometimes cry.
The world must see from now to death
How a hurt knight will rise and live
The knight will swing its sword once more.
And shall travel to face you all!
He knows they are living around
Yet they are cloudy and can’t be found
How he hope their end was on his hand
And let a fiery liquid flood
Then he would hear them cry for once
Like what he felt when they left him out
And there it’ll come a cold dark cry…
That satisfies his craving mind
But from his heart lies a purely creed
That somehow makes him feel afraid…
Tata
I have to leave they’re waiting me,
I have to close my eyes and relieve the pain
I have to go because I’m tired
But something holds my heart and mind
I know you are scared confused and hurt
Please don’t weep it breaks my heart
I’ll take with me your sweetest kiss
Take my heart it’ll comfort you when at night you freeze
When silence sooth you so clearly
Just close your eyes and I’ll stand with you dearly
In your sleep I’ll hold you closely
Please don’t cry it tears me awfully
When the lonesome cry of the sky filled your ear
And tears deceived you it flowed without fear
My touch will ease your mind
My firm grip will stop your sigh
When the starry night and cold wind cooled your heart
And pain will bring a watery sparks
My soul will go down to ease that pain
My voice from nowhere will siege your fearful dreams.
I know I’ve loved a valor man
Dear you have to understand
I want to breakthrough but I cant
And you should let go and firmly stand
I might leave but not forever
It’s just my flesh that’ll disappear.
I’m still with you amid these things
I’ll just have to stay with the angels.
In your world and in my world....
In the world you live I’m fierce and strong
But in the world where I live my toughness never bloomed
In the world where you live I hum awesome songs
But in the world where I live I’m fill with lonesome songs
In the world where you live I can tell my moniker
But in the world where I live I don’t have any to utter
In the world where you live I’m fine- filled with dreams
But in the world where I live I’ve been shattered by pain
In the world where you live friends great me
But in the world where I live they never knew me
In the world where you live I have a soul
But in the world where I live it has been tore
In the world where you live people love me
But in the world where I live they hate me
In the world where you live I can talk
But in the world where I live I am mute
In the world where you live I believe in myself
But in the world where I live I really never did
In the world where you live I can say no
But in the world where I live I can’t say it so
In the world where you live people hang on me
But in the world where I live I am drowning heavily
In the world where you live I see the sun
But in the world where I live it’s all gone
In the world where you live I have identity
But in the world where I live I never found the real me…
SAVING TIME IN A POUCH
I planted a seed three months ago
It was so little when I buried it with agog
That someday it’ll grow husky
That’ll serve as abode to birds that flies freely
One day a dog came sensing it
Then tried scratching it with feet
I thought it won’t survived from the
Gruesome scratches of pooch
But a day after, it showed little leaves so gold
It had turned into a twig
So suddenly it has already bunch of leaves
Then a hard windy rain came blowing it
I ran to it and almost slipped
When the sun warmly shone a day after
It drained the residue that appears to be
Tiny tears
The wind continued to blow
And the twig never stopped to grow
One day from my sleep, I peered down my window
And the twig was waving, saying I’m fully grown
It has strong branches now
Searching the world, asking many why’s and how’s
Widening its horizon
As it had grown
Sometimes I fear every coming day
That my tree will take its own way
I’m afraid to let it go
So scared that it’ll choose a lame lane to follow
I’m so scared so see its hurt
I’m so scared to see it cry
I’m afraid that real world will show
For it’ll take my breath if it’ll
Vanish and go.
Sometimes I hope to save time in my pouch
And my sweet, lovely tree will just be there and won’t leave me out…
TOMBS
In a cemetery, where a native coldly stand
Various tomb of unknown people lie
The light was fading and it made him blind
Frightful things was clear yet to his sight it hides
He can’t hear any more himself
The tombs had made him deaf
They are like gruesome animals
With the fiery eyes that kills his throat
Phony lights deceived his core
That made him stuck, can’t move nor soar
He is too occupied on the tombs spurious things
And he forgot his own big dreams
The tombs made him move as what they says
The tombs made him act as what they used to be
The tombs made him sing with unknown melody
And yet he still can’t see
The tombs are like a growling death
That waits until the time really sets
It is slowly chewing his soul
Slayers that will take his all
It is killing his beliefs
Outlandish things it inculcates
I just hope the native would wake
Because the tombs are pulling him to the grave
Fatal Room
Behind the world of innocence,
Lie’s a gruesome room of fatal sins,
Silent cries and screams filled it,
Forlorn seeds live inside it.
The lame room tells stories
Of fears, weaknesses and obloquies,
Darkness had been a running stream,
beneath its walls of grief.
The rooms door smiles widely,
To every patrons that chooses to lie
In the bed of crucifying choice
from the weakening world of frights.
And there it goes…
Beneath the cold and horrifying room,
A throbbing elegy will come playing,
As a fanged forceps will rip little souls.
The heaven cried and will always do.
For every prodigy who passed that room
For every crippled naïve feet and hands,
That will never ever walk and touch the ground.
The dreams of the little abominated tots,
was crumpled by unwanted bearing,
and was mercilessly denied by a requiem,
Instead was throw in a box of murdered dreams.
Corazon