A make of dawn;
a breaking of the mirror
The loss of the night;
the benefit of scolding, scowl and scorching
Atrocity and hostility;
my guards against humanity
A step I took - is a jump I should have made
A sprint I made - is a saunter I overdid
Yet reserving of my stupidity is the receiving of more humility
Hear me O! birds of the sky
lend me your wings to fly
Take me O! galloping gale
so I can break free from gaol
Forsake me in the land of safe pasture
that, is sifficient for my bleak future
Monday, April 20, 2009
Life by the fire
Chill! Out here its never too cold
Tho we lack a rag to hold
Around a blaze, our elongated limbs we fold
To asembl we don't need to be told
A chew is too big if I can hold
That, you get if you are bold
We trawl thru det just so we grow old
Baker, have even the crumbs been sold?
We way-lay all year
Suits? you'd never dare
Our chews for the anam are little than they wear
They are too good to care
Wizened, yet fresh is that new breed
Their wounds are so deep, yet they don't bleed
Each day for their lives they had to plead
I warmly land a hand if they are in need
I too work though I lead
More so now that the queen has a seed
It's a perfect error that we did
We need no suits to erase our deed
Tho we lack a rag to hold
Around a blaze, our elongated limbs we fold
To asembl we don't need to be told
A chew is too big if I can hold
That, you get if you are bold
We trawl thru det just so we grow old
Baker, have even the crumbs been sold?
We way-lay all year
Suits? you'd never dare
Our chews for the anam are little than they wear
They are too good to care
Wizened, yet fresh is that new breed
Their wounds are so deep, yet they don't bleed
Each day for their lives they had to plead
I warmly land a hand if they are in need
I too work though I lead
More so now that the queen has a seed
It's a perfect error that we did
We need no suits to erase our deed
Thursday, April 16, 2009
am'e (I'm air)
am'e, am free
i fly, crawl and squeeze
where i please
once, twice or three
i laugh, cry and scream
to release the build up in me
and leave me who i wanna be
i live in life and dream
am'e i go where i wish
and do what i desire
and the frail i devour
only when am being childish
i fly, crawl and squeeze
where i please
once, twice or three
i laugh, cry and scream
to release the build up in me
and leave me who i wanna be
i live in life and dream
am'e i go where i wish
and do what i desire
and the frail i devour
only when am being childish
Pleasure
A punch on heart
Erupting the atomic feeling within me
Pleasure's witnessing Ronaldo score
It cracks my face into a gigantic grin
Pleasure's not the warm and smooth chocolate melting in my mouth
Or the sweet juice of stawberries gliding down my chin
It's witnessing the tsamayas, the sizas, the 360, then Scara slotting a shibobo as he runs past a foe;
And finally landing a banana on the feet of a goal scorer
It's not possessing a billion pairs of stilettos
but seeing Nadal hit a winner
Nothing beats the sight of him vigorously punching the air
his mouth parted wider than that of a lion
Shouting Vamos!! Vaamooooooooooooooooss !!!
Just then Enrique serenades my adrenaline
Butterflies all over me
My senses vanish
I catch them in Utopia
Erupting the atomic feeling within me
Pleasure's witnessing Ronaldo score
It cracks my face into a gigantic grin
Pleasure's not the warm and smooth chocolate melting in my mouth
Or the sweet juice of stawberries gliding down my chin
It's witnessing the tsamayas, the sizas, the 360, then Scara slotting a shibobo as he runs past a foe;
And finally landing a banana on the feet of a goal scorer
It's not possessing a billion pairs of stilettos
but seeing Nadal hit a winner
Nothing beats the sight of him vigorously punching the air
his mouth parted wider than that of a lion
Shouting Vamos!! Vaamooooooooooooooooss !!!
Just then Enrique serenades my adrenaline
Butterflies all over me
My senses vanish
I catch them in Utopia
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Whatever happened to thee beloved Scara
A nation was never known
to forget its anthem
One so dear to them
and so well known
It's no daily happening
for one to grieve a live soul
to cry and grumble in a hole
knowing not when it shall cease sinking
It's no tradition to drown a hero
It's a new-born a deed
to lock out one in need
And grind him to zero
A nation with no leader
A mob of the blind
The great they leave behind
A wound that knows no healer
what happens to those ironed by the carpet?
Who polishes the seedlings
And sharpens the proceedings
When in the fore stands a puppet?
If ever lived a breath with so black a blood
Then would spring out the cries in me
but air is the day I'll be free
And faints harder a dim grin that used to flood
to forget its anthem
One so dear to them
and so well known
It's no daily happening
for one to grieve a live soul
to cry and grumble in a hole
knowing not when it shall cease sinking
It's no tradition to drown a hero
It's a new-born a deed
to lock out one in need
And grind him to zero
A nation with no leader
A mob of the blind
The great they leave behind
A wound that knows no healer
what happens to those ironed by the carpet?
Who polishes the seedlings
And sharpens the proceedings
When in the fore stands a puppet?
If ever lived a breath with so black a blood
Then would spring out the cries in me
but air is the day I'll be free
And faints harder a dim grin that used to flood
Switched Off
My heart's napping against the will of my desire. I wish to work but the brain's dry, nourished heart's made up her mind. Both are convinced it's only fair yet enormously royal and wise. If only my stone of a stone heart would give me the pleasure to paint even the faintest of grins on my face as I put down the pen.
The grimmace of the heart bribed even the eyes to retire for the night. I wish not to dreamingly gaze at the sky shadowing but to dream shades for my blank pages. If only I could bank the clock's work, I would in time of need turn to the stored.
My pleasure's been extinguished and my heart plans not to rekindle it and so I lay in wait hoping not morning would find me but that I fish words from my blood before they drown in the night.
I lay and I wait. I wait and I wait and I wake; yesterday's gone.
The grimmace of the heart bribed even the eyes to retire for the night. I wish not to dreamingly gaze at the sky shadowing but to dream shades for my blank pages. If only I could bank the clock's work, I would in time of need turn to the stored.
My pleasure's been extinguished and my heart plans not to rekindle it and so I lay in wait hoping not morning would find me but that I fish words from my blood before they drown in the night.
I lay and I wait. I wait and I wait and I wake; yesterday's gone.
The Sun
Polar has released her troops
the mediator chronologically shuns away
She lurchs us!
I'm bare, she's bare, he too is
the tune starts
when in the unpresentness of wings
the grinders sound
I know not she before me
So full was never her figure
the twins never slept at day
hands digging the cellars
By the window I stand
watching her faint grin melt
I pursue her weary rays
as the meters between us multiply
Before her very eyes the revolt starts
She's too not near to hear our cries
We sharpen the blades
and pray the fire keeps us
For her we shall long
long will it be before her return
We shall shiver all day long
long is the distance between us now
the mediator chronologically shuns away
She lurchs us!
I'm bare, she's bare, he too is
the tune starts
when in the unpresentness of wings
the grinders sound
I know not she before me
So full was never her figure
the twins never slept at day
hands digging the cellars
By the window I stand
watching her faint grin melt
I pursue her weary rays
as the meters between us multiply
Before her very eyes the revolt starts
She's too not near to hear our cries
We sharpen the blades
and pray the fire keeps us
For her we shall long
long will it be before her return
We shall shiver all day long
long is the distance between us now
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