Beware
(by: Angelika 2019©️)

Beware of the darkness
It comes to steal the light
Parseltongue to man’s ear
Goes harm another soul

Artistique devil works
Under colors destructive ink
Distraction In sugar sweet gossip
A luring Nobel to steal the peace

To hurt someone else,
The devil uses another
A weaker medium to play
To sin, the one succumbs

Feel sorry not for the hurt
The victim was the token
For he the one in play
then be disowned, to be dismayed

So beware of the offerings
For gold aren’t all real and shiny
Be blind with open eyes
But see the truth when
closed

Hear God’s voice in the noise
Not the whispers in silent posts
For listen with all your heart
Beware of whispers that'll drag your cart

Sacred Heart of Jesus
(By: Angelika 2019 ©)

Broken, scattered
Hands that bind
Weaved then heaved
Whole once more

Famed but blinded
Eyes that sought
Guided to land
Once lost, now found

Deaf ignorants
Ears that listen
Stormy cries, agonized
Heard and pacified

Broken hearts, mad world
Sacred heart, us to hold
Selfish pride unforgiving
Sinners start believing

He is the hand, the eyes
The one who hears all woes
The heart that never fails
And love the man of wounds

Dreams

I had this strangest dream last night. So emotionally strong that I woke up so sad and in tears. I was screaming and asking a man a question; I remembered repeating myself about three times trying to squeeze an answer out of him. Waking up without knowing the answer just gave me the intense feeling of lost.

What are dreams? So many books of theories in the library and thousands of web-pages pertaining to it, how one dream mean some thing.... Who does really know? So the psychics said, they were written in the stars, the moon and the sun; whispered in the wind, in the language of the animals, and the flow of water. How so? How can one be so sure that the twinkle of the star meant luck instead of awakening or the black meant life instead of death?

Some dreams are premonitions of how tomorrows are going to be...People call them "deja vu". But some dreams are just unfamiliar, the place, the person, the time...Was it a subconscious mind fabrications because of what we may be going through when we're awake? Regardless of we are enthusiastic, stressed or depressed? Just like how artists created their masterpieces with their primal consciousness, do subconscious minds tended to do the same in your sleep? Are dreams created by some things we ever so desire? Perhaps the things we hate or never wanted? Was it a message from a higher being; or may be a tap on our conscientiousness?

Dreams.... so they said were written in the sky, through stars, the moon , the sun.; whispered in the wind, the howls, the hoots and the waves. Dreams...what if they were just residing within us, hidden behind our own shadows, written on our palms, or the language of our souls? Or what if they were just series visionary creations in our sleep that meant absolutely nothing... Dreams, something or nothing?

Unfinished Business

Had a conversation with someone more than a couple of years ago. When you come across someone that touched the inner side of you and showed you your own reflection, it becomes difficult to let go of that person. He once said to me, "We are only loan to each other". In more than enough ways, he was right, no one and nothing is permanent; we deal with each as we live our lives until that opportunity or obstacle get past us.

I usually accept and understand it, until this once I just couldn't get over it. Sounds truly selfish but the memories was so strong that I keep rewinding it over and over again. Was it because I never get to meet him in person? Perhaps because he just disappeared without a word or reason. It confused me, still is, he said he loves me, he was grateful to get to know me, but then turned away like he never cared at all.

I remembered the day we had a conversation about the library in Baltimore, and if I am not mistaken, it was our third longest conversation. He described the place and his routines at the library and has told him maybe one day we can go to this library together. I remembered he laughed, probably to the strangest idea of an ordinary California girl traveling 3000 miles to see a book. I told him, it is more than just a book. Then I added, it would be a pleasure to meet a mentor in person and it would be an unfinished business not to.

And here I am, with one huge unfinished personal business. I don't want to be misunderstood that I rely my happiness on someone who is probably laughing at this insensibility. Some people can be just superficial; shrugs their shoulder for something like this and say..."Oh well, why bother?" For most of situations other than this, I would have shrugged my shoulders, maybe rolled my eyes, sighed, or even uttered a non-sensed comment and forgot about them. But I will be perfectly understood once one meet another who conversed with his/ her 6th sense. Some do call it a soul mate....I did. But each one has a different interpretation of it.

I have asked a respected writer, Thomas Reed of what his perception of a soul mate. In his response to my email he included, " In a way, being with your soul mate could be as sad as being separate from them. You know you have but this brief time together then once again you will be tossed to the winds of time and distance, once again forced to seek them out." With I am feeling right now, I absolutely agree with him. He also said shared a story from his highschool when a friend of his liked a girl so much that he didn't even want the idea of getting intimate with her. They have asked an elderly person a lesson about soul mates that he also shared with me. The old lady said, "Soul mates don't always mean they are the best when it comes to life mates. You will cut your arm off for a soul mate, but it doesn't mean that you will sleep with them, Not unless you just need a warm body on a cold night. think of someone that is so close to you that you would do anything for them, but you would never think of sleeping with them or making them your life mate. Not all soul mates are life mates, not all life mates are soul mates. Hell for that matter not all soul mates are the opposite sex. Soul mates are close, close as two people can get but they are not always lovers." Happiness is not a jewel that will fall from the sky and all we need to do is catch them. It can only be achieved by us making some things, one thing matters and happens. It doesn't always come with a guarantee, sometimes we won't get the answers we had hoped for. Such as never get the career we had spent most of our savings on, or children that we would hope to be there before you closed your eyes in the end, or the luxury in life that we were gaming on, or simply getting the opportunity to meet the one person that made a difference in you. Disappointing it may seems, life still goes on and I have got to move on. For all the good things that are happening to me now and some more that I know will nourish my heart and mind; and will put a smile on my face, I am grateful, very much so. The hole in my heart that stings from time to time is just necessary to balance my inner essence. So much so, my own unfinished business, that all I could do is hope that one day I will be able to complete.

all my life - america

An Inspiring Song

I Made It Through The Rain

(B. Manilow)

We dreamers have our ways
Of facing rainy days
And somehow we survive

We keep the feelings warm
Protect them from the storm
Until our time arrives

Then one day the sun appears

And we come shining through those lonely years

I made it through the rain
I kept my world protected
I made it through the rain
I kept my point of view
I made it through the rain
And found myself respected
By the others who
Got rained on too
And made it through

When friends are hard to find
And life seems so unkind
Sometimes you feel so afraid

Just aim beyond the clouds
And rise above the crowds
And start your own parade

'Cause when I chased my fears away
That's when I knew that I could finally say

I made it through the rain
I kept my world protected
I made it through the rain
I kept my point of view
I made it through the rain
And found myself respected
By the others who
Got rained on too
And made it through

Clipped Wings

Every one's idea of angels is always spiritual of nature, often described as of the young's resemblance, dressed in white piece of cloth with huge all white feathered wings. There truly are angels, the ones that God sends to help the troubled, kiss the ills, strengthen the weak, and keep the children. Angels live in every child's heart. They laugh with them in joy and cries with them in sorrow. They stay among them to protect their innocence, keep them safe from harm and assure God's love in every one.

Once I asked God, how come I wasn't blessed to be a mother? There were so many people who brought children into this world then never cared for them, never loved them, never even bother to turn around and give a second look at them. I question the unfairness of the world how could the other heartless adults were chosen to bring these children about and then just hurt them? That these neglected and abandoned children should pay the price for their ignorance. In the silence of the night you will hear their endless pleas, "I wish I was never born".

In my family I have plenty of nieces and nephews. I love each and everyone of them. I talked to their angels and asked them to stay with them and keep them safe and healthy. I help and supported each one of them in my own little ways. But I still am not the "one".... the one that brought them here, the hand they want to hold and want to hold them, the kiss they want at night before bed, the one they call upon when they lost their first tooth, the one they run to when they fall on their knees, the one they call "mom" or "dad", the one they wish to be by their side when they blow their birthday candles and the one they can show off to their new shoes, new tooth or school cards.

Once a child is denied of happiness, his/ her angel's wing gets clipped. And it will take a very long time to forever before a new one grows, just as a child will carry it along, the sadness seeps from the deepest of his/ her heart. They may laugh at different joys and achievements but the one they will most remember is what hurt them the most. How did I know this? I am one of them with angel's wings were clipped.

Karma will come across to those who abandon the children, to those who deny their existence and to those hurt their tiny hearts. Say your prayers for the children, give them the opportunity to become a better us. Let their angels fly their spirits high by giving them love and assurance that when they need you...you will be there!

Forgotten Michael's Song

I' ve always love this song since I was in grade school, for it's melody and the message it brought to me... We mostly can't realize the importance of something or someone until we don't have it anymore. And all will be left is a memory of it.

ONE DAY IN YOUR LIFE

(by: Michael Jackson)

One day in your life

You'll remember a place

Someone touching your face

You'll come back and you'll look around, you'll . . .

One day in your life

You'll remember the love you found here

You'll remember me somehow

Though you don't need me now

I will stay in your heart

And when things fall apart

You'll remember one day . . .

One day in your life

When you find that you're always waiting

For a love we used to share

Just call my name, and I'll be there

You'll remember me somehow

Though you don't need me now

I will stay in your heart

And when things fall apart

You'll remember one day . . .

One day in your life

When you find that you're always lonely

For a love we used to share

Just call my name, and I'll be there.

Who knows who?

A year ago, a friend of mine sent me a humor mail containing different comic strips and verses about corporate morale. Money talking or not, human behaviors still play the businesses orchestra, whether it is a small retail store business, an insurance company, manufacturers or even government. People begin to lose the idea of working hard to get "there", why? It is so much easier to get promoted if you know who to "tickle". They master their creativity into pleasing their superiors by learning so much about this person. What's worst? It has nothing to do with the corporation but rather the "in-corporation" that always play a louder music and always gets all the attention.


In my personal professional experience in the health-care industry, I have established my credibility as an employee by working so unbelievably hard and perform the tasks I was assigned to do to the highest quality. I, not only learned the job but mastered it. Through the years I have received over a dozen of recommendation letters from providers, consultants and co-workers. My experiences in the area of Health Information Management somehow made it easy for me to get hired for the same position for decades. However, getting promotion was out of the question as my intelligence and capabilities are obviously not the "criteria" needed to get the advancement I deserve. Simply because....I don't kiss ass! Wow, i said that loud, didn't I? In my working environment, a good observant will be able to determine who the "disciples" are. You sometimes will see them parading in the workplace like a "mafia". Are they all exemplary employees? Well, depends on what area we're pertaining to. Working it in or working it out?


A business won't last, may shine for a while but won't last unless the morale practices involve use of better judgments on assigning people to perform the work needed to get done. The economy needed people who can make it survive not who can go around it. Each role in a particular business operation is significant and each position must function to it's appropriate level of performance to keep a clean and progressive business operation. The mainframe of any enterprise or administration is staffing. There are lots of qualified honest employees and people who really have good potential to learn and perform adequately once given the opportunity, far more ethical and skilled. As long as someone in the corporate administration keep the nepotistic practice to its exaggeration, no business operation will last.



(here's a borrowed clip for your entertainment)

http://www.berro.com/entertainment/corporate.htm

http://www.authorstream.com/Presentation/Lilly-10339-Corporate-Lessons-CORPORATE-LESSONS-corporate-lessons-ppt-powerpoint/

Why Write and Paint?

Did anyone ever wonder why people write things? Obviously, a writer writes for a lot of different reasons. For instance, to inform others of some facts; to remind themselves of what to do next; to set regulations or procedures on some things or even just to share their thoughts.

I never thought I could write poetry or even short stories. In my high school, I used to write plays for our English Literature projects and in college I am the highest in class for essay writing. It is a funny thing now I couldn’t even get to write at least one sensible essay for my CBEST examination for a teaching credential. Poetry is something I could easily come up with. However, lately I just couldn’t write. Writing on my blog-page “Expression” is really helping when things play in my head and I couldn’t get it in lines of rhymes.

I also write for reasons. One main reason is to express myself when I couldn’t believe one would be able to understand over a sit down coffee conversations where my tangents shoot or how my heart aches. There were times when I couldn’t rationalize my own emotions myself, I just feel them, accept them and even try harder to understand them. Writing them would be so much easier than explaining them. Most of the times I feel invisible and I get frustrated when nobody seemed to see me, hear me or feel me., just as how I have written it in “Fantasy” At least through poetry, musings or even paintings, I have the freedom to say things about it or even illustrate it and don’t have to feel aggravated by the hypocrisy of a recipient of my actions or facial expressions.

Living today’s life isn’t simple and easy anymore. Most people are farther more attentive to worldly needs and familiar things than giving time to tap within their own soul and try to get to know the absoluteness of others. What I meant is we interact with each other based on how we could mutually satisfy our physical senses and not how our spirit could engage with one another. This is something I could hardly explain to others. When I wrote my poem “Elements of Life” and have people read it, most of them described it as “cerebral” and still they couldn’t grasp the message in its entirety. When it simply mean how a physical element that can be touched and seen be metaphorically symbolizes something that can’t be seen but felt and known if one will just take the time to appreciate the events and the God’s given life itself.

One should be able to know more about me through my poetry. This is also one of the reasons why I write… to be known, to be seen, to be felt. It doesn’t have to be now. I may be long gone from this world before someone could say…”So this is who she really was and who else knew?” During my "breathing" time, most people probably see me as a geek goddess who get her hips wider sitting, either in front of the computer and type “stuff” or Chinese sofa table and paint “craps”. However, I know better that in the future, someone will keep my works and will treasure them and hopefully will have them pass on as my legacy. They aren’t worth for museums, galleries or even reader’s digest, but they are fragments of my behavior and personality when put together become a what I am all about.

I have saved all my writings and my arts and still have not thought about whom I am going to entrust them to. I was hoping my own child but I no longer see that possible. So for now, I am still creating and writing with my invisibility and time will come my creations will resurrect me and then I will finally be seen.

DUET

He stood on the fragile swaying pier
Waves rolling beneath his feet
She's so far away and wished she was near
The waves he watches as they meet
Reminds him of reuniting once again
And how one kiss would taste so sweet

Roaming alongside the unfrequented bay
Alone, her beloved was so far away
Water is placid as it crawls to the shore
Her heart in disturbance, she misses him more
Gazes upon the sky, to the sleeping crescent moon
Wishing to the North Star, “May he be home soon.”

Glaring lights help the men who fish
Among this crowd he feels so alone
Pier lights shine down on his only wish
He hears her name as timbers moan
Her waves he felt, he feels her moves
She is his beacon returning home

Astral lights withstanding the dull night
Underneath the luminous crowd, she’s the only one in sight
As everyone so asleep with their carousel of dreams
She hears his whispers, as close as they seem
His moans with hers, singing in duet
She feels his touch, the warmth of his breath

The waves rolled in as he walked the pier
Maybe she stands on a distant shore
All the while wishing she was near
She’d feel his love and feel sure
She’d sing her part in this duet
And never need anything more

Collaborative poetry by: garagepoet and rogie
(05-2007)

Heart Trouble

This week was a very busy one for me. Between the demands of my “bills-paying” job and my upcoming state exam, I don’t have any more room for anything else productive in my brain. Surprisingly, I can still write this on here. My mind is whorled and my heart is in trouble. I am definitely not pertaining to a cardiovascular ailment; I am talking about feelings and nothing more than feelings which I am pretty much sure I’ve already heard from a Johnny Mathis album.
Imagine this, whatever you may want to call it, I will briefly tell (yeah, I said briefly but we’ll see) the stories about my heart problems which have started in the past and still making trouble until now. And the story goes like this… Once upon a time, I met such a perfect gentleman, gorgeous and generous (wow, 3G’s?) just three months after the court gave the final declaration on my divorce. Everything started well with Mr. 3G’s until he was offered a job at a more complicated movie production which have stolen his life away, draining our pre-mature relationship down in the sewage the moment he accepted it. To make it less creative, my 3 months relationship with Mr. 3G ended. Obviously took me a lot longer than 3 months to accept and understand it. Along this period of delirium, my ability to write poems and stories diminished. I could hardly write or complete any artwork in watercolors. I also remember writing the owner of Twisted Brush Software and thanking him for the trial versions as it somehow helped me find the last strain of artistry left in me and managed to create some pictures to post on here.
Oh, here comes the better part…during those times of hurt, I developed friendships with some other people. I chat with them, joke with them, go out and dine, play bowling or even shop with a few. Only sometimes, when I get back to my 12 x 12 bedroom, the heart trouble caused by our break-up surfaced up again and it has been like this until the pain dissipated on its own course. Among these circle of friends, I found a good connection with Mr. D. He and I could talk at the Starbuck’s Coffee shop for several hours. We shared some good laughs, personal stories and plans, opinions, and even nonsense conversations. Simple, however very stimulating. We used to walk together, watch movies or hang out at his place. We almost made it to the point of no return but then when I sought clarification and he explained, we realized we should not confuse a romantic relationship over a good friendship. We left his place with our respect for each other intact. I saw a sign of disappointment in his eyes which I intentionally ignored. And we still have not regret the tremendous self control we kept that day seeing how we are now. The last time I saw him was the night before I left to my trip to the Philippines. I remembered talking with him overseas when he was in Arizona and I in my country. When I got back, he was already on training for interstate truck driving. And for several months, our communication was limited to weekly phone calls.
Through all this time, since last year, I have been chatting with someone special. He lives close by but we never got the chance to meet until this month. And getting to know him in person is one of the greatest experiences I had recently. He is very charming, considerately careful, cheerful and cuddly too. The friendship becomes so important to me and close to my heart that I am having difficulty on handling it. I am afraid that my affection will be misinterpreted as persuasive or obsessive. I can’t seem to interpret my own feelings this time. All I know is that I am happy when I’m talking to him or even better when I’m seeing him. Embracing him feels so comfortable that it makes all my troubles go away. Mr. 5C is the one that I could trust and care for. He is someone that I wish will see me through and grow to like me more. I can sense that I wasn’t really the one he is looking for. The trouble is he may be the one I have been. Truly we can only be responsible for our own feelings as I have mentioned repeatedly in my other writings, but feelings can’t also be denied however successful we may be able to mask or hide them. For now, I am enjoying the friendship he is willing to give to me. The rest I have no answer for, should I have…this blog won’t exist and I will be happy perhaps in his arms tonight.
Now that I have managed to state my disturbances and placed the most part of it on this page, I can set my dream aside for now since I am still awake and hopefully get them back in my sleep. To dream about him will be absolutely beautiful.

Yesterday with Friends

It’s Tuesday after a long weekend holiday. Didn’t seem to make any difference to me and I’m supposed to be working or studying but here I am, the geek goddess of writing (well at least I called myself goddess, LOL) Other than writing a check for the IRS, the rent and Macy’s Dept. store, today is just an ordinary day. Perhaps, it may be too early to say so since it is only 8:30 in the morning. I was already awake at 6:00 am, stayed in bed for another 15 minutes; then I thought about my sister and the money she was asking for my mother’s medications. So I got up, started my morning walk at 7:00am, went to the Western Union at Rite Aide and completed the transfer. I got back to my same 12 x 12 haven and fixed my bedroom a little bit.
Later, I called my friend to greet him a sweet good morning and also to see if we can meet today, but his schedule was always opposed to mine and all I got was his answering machine. I admire him a lot for working so hard and despite of all that, he managed to keep a clean and organized place. There are so many things to like about this person. He is gentle and kind, a person who would never take advantage of anyone. He has a very caring nature, always thinking about how other people feels. He values his family especially his parents, his buddies, his pets (oh yes, his beautiful cat and huge gold fishes) and of course, me. This blog is supposed to be about me, and why am I talking about him? LOL! Anyway, this is the type of person I am, especially when I keep someone close to my heart. So many people have touched my life but I only kept a few of those treasures. Some of them I really haven’t heard from any longer but I still wonder about them from time to time and say prayers for them.
Yesterday I have received a phone call from one of my dearest friend that I have met from my previous job in Los Angeles. We had a very happy conversation and lots of laughs and giggles. I remembered how her tears broke my heart as she told me about her previous marriage that she managed to pull herself away from after decades of tremendous efforts to keep it all together. As what everybody could say, some things just could never be fixed. And hearing her now just lifted my joy for her as well. So, we are planning to meet sometime this week and I am looking forward to that.
Last night, around 7:00pm, I got an instant message from my chat buddy from Jay, Florida. We met at the social network, Blog Writers and Artists Network back on May of last year. She wasn’t a writer but she sells books at e-bay. She was there and posted a blog asking if there is anyone who she can talk to her about her cancer. Few of the writers posted their replies and gave her comforting words. I chose to send her an e-mail and offered myself to her. She replied with her yahoo messenger id and that’s how we became chat friends. I have talked to her during the times she was receiving her Chemotherapy. I also have written this poem just for her back then.

ONLY I CAN

I can not promise
Things you ever wish
Only I can say
Every night a pray’r

I can never make
Miracles, magic
Only I can break
Silence as I speak

I can’t really heal
Lift the dizzy spells
Only I can empathize
‘Til your aches and pain subsides

I can’t run nor fly,
Wish I could stop by
Only I can spend with you
Times to sit and talk with you

I can’t guarantee
Everlasting glee
Only I can dare place
Smile on your pretty face

I can’t be your sister
May makes it all better
Only I can give my share
A friend who will always care

I remembered how happy she was when all the tests came back fine after her treatment. She had taken vacations to different places with her husband while I got busy with my own personal stuff. We lost communication since November. Then about a month ago, she wrote a broadcast message to all her friends that her cancer is back. I wrote her a letter, asking how she was. We exchanged a few e-mails just to keep ourselves updated for the time we’ve lost communication. So last night, we have talked again and asked me to create a Myspace account so she can add me. I wasn’t really a big fan of Myspace but just for her, I did it. We chatted for about an hour and I felt great knowing that I can still make her laugh with my craziness. I am also looking forward to talking with her more. It even crossed my mind a dozen times to take a trip to Florida and visit her. But for the meantime, I can only say my prayers and offer them just for her.

Then later last night, I said goodnight to my best friend then lay to sleep with a grateful heart.

It's been a while

Yup!. It's been a while since I have last posted the latest copyrighted poetry. Since then, I haven't written anything substantial but mere scribbles and titles. It's a funny thing to realize that while most writers created the title last, I wrote mine first. I have about a dozen titles with themes in my head but unfortunately I can't put all these verses together. For several weeks in the past I have enjoyed creating artwork using free trial versions of Ken Carlino's Twisted Brush Software. Some of my creations I actually posted on here along with my poems. It inspired me to start my actual paintings with watercolors. I have made four artowrks so far which still need some final touch.

Aside from my writer's block issue, I have been more sickly lately and have been on and off antibiotics for Respiratory Infection. Although, I managed to get out of my routine and take my vacation. I went back to my home country, Philippines and spent some valuable time with my beloved mother, my sister, my cousin, nieces and nephews. Sometimes, I feel guilty complaining a lot about living and making a living in the United States each time I remember how far more difficult it is to survive in the Philippines. My older sister lost her job at a town city hall ever since a new official took the chair position and replaced the committee with his own people. My sister is a single parent of six children that she has needs to provide for. Now, I couldn't even imagine how they get through each day when they are just depending on our mother's VA pension with two college students. Sometimes, it bothers me too, when people waste a lot of things and a lot of money on vices or non-sense expenditure when people on other parts of the world couldn't even have a complete three meals each day. Now, thinking about them gives me more inspiration and great motivation for self improvement. The little that I make, I share with them and surprisingly, the more I give to them the more blessings come to me, all in different ways. Each night I say a prayer for them, I miss them always and not a single day that I would never think about them. Maybe, just maybe later on, I will be able to write something again.

IMAGINE

Longing for you, wanting you near
Waiting for you, so I could hear
This emptiness inside of me
Hope you'll take the time to see

I can only see your image in my dreams
Appearance of such nothing but a gleam
I can only imagine your tender kisses
There I can touch each and all the creases

I'd rather close my eyes and see what I want
There I can moan, I can scream, I can pant
Through the covers of my lids
I can always see where this leads

The night becomes what's right
Your concept will come to light
I can call you with every beckoning
Just as I imagine, you’ll always be coming

Never wanted the morning to occur
Beside you, besides the night, I know I want more
Each and every time we can resume
Through the night we can easily commune

Imagine what we are, Imagine who we are
Imagine how we can, Imagine just how much
How we could get there, how we could return
Imagine how I wish everything to be real

UN-DUET

Duet has lost its harmony
One heart was left in agony
The other one has moved on
Left the song played on its own

One has lost the tune picks
The other has forgotten the lyrics
The song has lost its significance
As the artists lost their balance

“G’s” were the good times now were gone
“F” is what’s left, from failure to none
The keys were off, the strings break off
The music faded with the hearts broken up

Duet outstripped its intended melody
The flow was missed and so was the empathy
Without the right strokes, can never be played
Since one has betrayed, can never be saved

Duet has lost its orchestration
The voices went on opposing directions
Without the strength of sincere accord
The song could no longer play on its own

©(08-2007)

A FANTASY

I am your fantasy
Helps your dream, an inspiration
I enlighten your hectic days
By giving you a nightingale

I live in your mind but never in your soul
Whenever you’re not alone, you never needed to call
But as soon as you’re done, back to your empty shell
You started calling out and casting your spells

I am a soul, in bone, flesh and blood
However still transparent, you made me very sad
In reality of non-existence I must rest
In your dreams, in leading role, I’m all of it, a zest

I am so not alive, you can never be in love
I will wait for night in stall, to feel your heart as it falls
I am a fantasy, an imagination when you’re awake
I still am in your sleep, a dream ‘till you wake

I once, on your door, I knock and rang your bell
But I stood there for hours, as you pretend you weren’t there
I call on a lot of times I’m loud but never heard
I am no one but a fantasy, now that I remembered

I am a fantasy, shouldn’t feel, can’t be real
I am just fun-to-see, like a romance on a reel
I’m an artist’s masterpiece, an Al Pacino’s “Simone”
I am just a creation, in writings I am known

I am walking back to where I belong
Wait ‘til you want me, however it takes long
I am a relief, to your saddened heart, you buy
I am just a fantasy, later on you’ll say goodbye
©(02-2007)

A SECOND FIRST KISS

Walking away from past
From a love I thought would last
This soul of mine survives
As a new love has arrived

The wound in time may heal
Still at times it stings
Yet starting again to feel
As my heart begun to sing

You brought a second first love
You gave a second first kiss
What else is there to have?
That I’d never want to miss

On waves of hurt I sunk
In tears I almost drowned
Then finally made it back
As I felt your arms surround

In darkness, the loneliness won
The night seemed never calms
Will this ever be “the one?”
As tomorrow promised to come

You brought a second first love
You gave a second first kiss
What else is there to have?
That I’d never want to miss

You brought a second twist
Of fate when we had tryst
The moment of what was bliss
Is a taste of such sweetest kiss
©(07-2007)

Exclamation

Exaggeration of quotations
Validation of one’s question
Interjecting a statement
Paraphrasing an argument

Outbursts of some anger
Clashes of inner thunder
Bewilderment, astonishment
Elation, exaltation

A rocking fright or fear
Anxiety, pain or tears
Dreadful, sorrowful
Scornful, mournful

Eruption of excitement
Ejaculation of a sentiment
In the heart of romantic night
It’s the peak of the lovers’ height

A point that must be taken
A stale may well be shaken
Emphasis on a guidance gist
A thud on someone’s guilt

Powerful, vehement
Intensified, so sudden
Excessive, overrated
Extreme, exclamation!

©(07-2007)

TONIGHT

In the night, with the moonlight
Seeping through the gaps of my window shutters,
I thought of you.
For several days I haven't heard from you
The loneliness insisted in me
...until tonight
As the cool calm air softly blowing on my skin
Shivers through my spine
I felt your hands in mine, touching, stroking, caressing
Fingertips, harping, teasing every fibers of my body hairs
Tonight, you are with me, beside me and hovering over me
I can hear your whispers, calling my sweet name
Uttering words of love, moaning through the flames of excitement
I gave in, allowing every move you make
Setting my self free, opening myself to you
"Read me, heed me, hear me, see me"
My lips got wet from your sensuous kiss
The taste of your mouth as we inhale each other's breath
You called upon my soul, you reached within my heart
Wrapping your arms around me, you were engaging with my spirit
Your strength lifted me up; your weight pushes me down
Carrying me to the winds, taking me to sky
With your thrusts and my gyrations
"Come with me, be one with me, become me"
The moment you got inside of me, I exalted and I screamed
I had you within my being, in every minute of my nature
Soaked body in passion, blazing ardor, raining in every grip
You brought me to seventh heaven, celebrating our union
The tremors of our making, the explosion of orgasms
"You are with me my darling; I am with you my sweetheart"
It's almost dawn when I opened my eyes
Suddenly all around is empty
The moon hid behind the clouds,
The glow in the room becomes so sad
You are not here, and I am alone again.
But knowing you can come at night
I can't wait for tonight to come....once more
Then I can make love with you all over again…
TONIGHT

©(07-2007)