So NN et:"wide open"

Louded incounted blipping like a tone of birds,hanging on a broken branch.


Scoutching in a green simbeling carpet,like a jungle nothing like the dungean.


Wide open,a sparcils of beathrate thine,just
picturing a skalpture created by leverage skylark.

Wembling in a sour field,filled with corn plants,hungary with swet,scoutching in a wide open land.


Marking clouds of lark with trumbling steps of amusement in a wide open land.

Left Alone

All have disappeared but not worthy for a tear.
All has lost colour not rust just dust,flering wind adjust.

All has no melody to a pas de deux,without baby steps.
All has fled with disgust,mentioning savoir faire.

All has no archer,my star sign is sagittarius.
All has sounded in Latin,making rusty noise just meanless.

All has washed away,trying to repaint the smiles,once more i cry.
All has no burden,perching my back from behind a murk frightened.

All ephemeral inter vigorously,loose of apetite yet drooling...
All has mutilate despair,a single torch for the tunnel
ahead,darker days.

All has silence with tears in my eyes,just this once can we do it for lark.
All of them trapped in a sanctum,like the sun is scariar than the silent nights.

A bit of hope

When it comes you'll hear a sound from the mist,
do not run,bow and say hi...
When it falls from the sky,do not fear,lift a hand and pick it up with pride...
When you salute,wave goodbye,do not throw a stone behind and go...
When will the answers to my questions be puzzled in my mind,leaving me with spaces in between...
This time its called letting go of the past and trailing over to the next ride...longing comfort for i pause in the cold winter day,which way to go next.

Ready to Love

Life is so good i wrote a song and sang it alone then suddenly a second voice seconde me.


My love just fade away it sounded,but out of nowhere i wrote a poem that said:"One early morning in a cold winter breeze,i found a golden coin that reads freeze".

"During the day under the trumbling blazing sun.It was a summers day,i mistaken it of a bitterd smile".

Somehow it felt so good i never wanted to stop singing even when i realised my ex girlfriend was standing behind me.

I continued...
Singing she seconde me,and shad a bleeding tear,but that smile kept poking me inside.Just had to give up,shes much more than a golden diamond ring.

Did i tell you this was randomly writen not a true story,pity that i felt her present smell judging from her staring sight...she mine and i belong to her somehow.

Just like that coin i found,i felt i did not deserve it,so i returned it to its right ful owner...but it was a toil yet i did something good for myself by letting her go,they deserved each other.

Thoughts"pounding heart"

If you woke up with a feeling that says: "Are you okay??. . ." replie by saying "why do you care" **Laughing. . .Its called the heart where you locate the stressful sounds you hear running in reindeer mourn with sore pain,because its too much to bare.Ruling over a defenseless soul but not despair just an act of ponderous saga."Pain is inevitable,suffering is optional" to these deaf ears its unspoken.

Until next time,you keep quiet and listen very carefully. . . .Listen.

L.O.V.E

How i met you could be a mistake of my inter life,your the first and last person in my mind.

Why i asked your name would be insane,why did you call me hun and i called you babe. . .

My name was. . .and yours was . . .we never questioned but somehow our hearts were bind by love.

Intrigued by your pretty eyes,i can see your tears from a blinded sight,i uttered a remark.!Oh

Your smile is like a sharp knife that struck me from behind,stoned to death by your heart.

Would i be wrong to say our love is invaluable,why did we fall inlove??. . .such a pityful thought.

Falling inlove wasnt in my rule book,it was an act called improvising. . .

But a sign in your heart read "broken by means loving you for eternity",i could not look away.

Love,these words do not come close to defining what it means,just a single kiss. . .I ask.

Such emotions for a young mind anxious to tell you this,i could not look away but will never tell you.

What was it. . .Love.

Confused"Self image"

We have something in common,the same eye sight and laughter.The same date of birth and image,we are somehow similar though we are no familiar.
Are we from the same mother because my tone still sounds sour.

Say it

Say it like you mean it,spickes in my back evolving like a human creature,a freak they named.

My design of the image in the clouds,lying in my back selecting my perfect picture,said to fly over.say it...

Like you mean it,the pleasure of being born,salute enormously that intch of gass like a mystery but forbidden not inevitable.

when it sails in the ocean left me gazing in the sun with the sand of time i never broke down...i said it.

Differences in my footsteps,they treasure them and paid to view like an ancient art effect,not tomorrow nor another day.

Woke up with surrounded faces of terror just to witness insanity or what... just like that its said.

Say it like you mean it,they lied to solve a complicated story uncompared to a silly joke but still undeserved to appeare.

Failed to announce to the deaf ears of intelligent designs of living,yet broken down to amuse the rest.

Repeated and replay with such figures.Say it like you mean it but leave a clue or trail to the end.

Randomly

Young minded"thinking"

For once i have had a clear conscious and it feels good,burgeon as i wish not to change for my destination isn't my final stage in life.
The is always a peack of timeless success in each way my journey leads,although it's oppressive i never let it rampant me down.
My aim is to overcome the privilege of my responsibilities and more to come...

"Missing piece"

Dreams of a young orbit...drifting away farther no hope no use,like a sorted wave that swip the wind of a baby's face.

No truth nor lies,just searching intensively to seek the heart of it in leverage.Dreams of a young orbit...

Defenseless and worthless,keen to lubricate not lore it down.
Woken in a winter cold like aces that plays lucky charmes.

Douged in silent nights unwilling to rebirth for sometime ago,just ferm with pleasent pityness.

Who utter in a way of praise,sounded like incorenated birds from a broken branch.Non like a love song.

Caution not a warning sign,just to corrupt intentionally...
"silly stories"...
Not ashamed to sabotage the mole of a wise person.

Dreams of a young orbit...hesitating to take a flight.Some day will fall like a saint,after your sins...

correction not there yet,just like when it first began.Riding along to the next stop sign anxious for a break over not success...incomplete the puzzle is still missing a single piece.

"...Hold Me..."

...Hold me...
...falling insulted by gravity...
...Hold me...
...interrugated by cruelty of laziness...
...Hold me...
...disterbed by vicious talks...
...Hold me...
...sliping from the throne called a crown...
...Hold me...
...shadow disappeared in the mists and unknown...
...Hold me...
...wings burning in flame like love confused with freedom...
...Hold me...
...for you do not know where this road leads to...
...Hold me...
...hesitated then soon dawn as you dwell over my worthless body...
...Hold me...
...crying tears flowing down like a summer rain...
...Hold me...
...now let go.
...I dont need your help,for you said...
...Holding on...
...memories parish,next nothing makes sense...

It pains me....

Why do we have hate towards each other?
Why do we tell lies about each other?

Why do we call each other with weird names?
why do we hold pride and our egos first?

Why do we trade each other?
why do we have to spit on each others face?
Why do we act like we are better than each other?

Why do we smile for each other meanwhile we bad mouth each other?

I have the answers but never sure if i'm at the right point...

We have nothing incommon yet i desagree.
We are born in the same world,
We pray the same God yet we break the rules,

ignoring the 10th commondments.
We are able to talk,smile and inhel the same breath.
Yet we have false names hidding behind faith like its a game.

Quit playing and be serious for once listen attentifely,
We have sinned yet we rejoice and no prayers.
We are family reunited we shall conquer and be saved,

Yet i still tell the story and you act like i am rewriting myth and legends,calm down and bow to thank him,that your able to see tomorrow come.

°°°°Waving°°°°

Not in my rule book.
°°°°Waving
Goodbye,sad yet unpleasent.
°°°°Waving
Salute,yet not crowned with a perch.
°°°°Waving
bitter yet not scattered,with pain of departured
°°°°Waving
Barely close to say the least,loud.
°°°°Waving
with a fake smile,for you can not bear the pain.
°°°°Waving
Confused yet saying hello!
°°°°Waving
Torn apart,shattered like a solid stone...yet waving goodbye...

Caged maybe a right choice,"escaping through a tiny hole"

Caged with no escape,
yet digging a hole just to inhel a fresh start.
Fear in the eyes of trapped soul that has little faith,but courage.
Soon the sun will glow,hoping i will be no more.

Maybe just a glints of sun light and freedom will be mine.
Assumed that they will let me walk without charges of my mistakes,my fingers are bleeding from scretching.
So quiet loning for a glits of that taste of my home cooked meal.
Blazing trumble of my tummy,
yet resist the smelly plate that buzzes with flys.
If only a voice with mercy from behind,
freedom captured in lost memories i lone for help.
Writings on the wall,from the day i was thrown in the dungean.
When it all started, today might be the last.
Capture like a wild beast,but no princess to cry over my death.
Wish no more,determind to break free and tell the story later,
no tears coming out in my eyes,for i kept my pride all along.
Yet i still dig with curious fear just to breath life out there like them all.
How many of them noticed i was gone for to long.
"Thinking..."maybe i belonged in a cage with no light,
for they do not see my pain and tears in heart.
Paused and stared at them pass by thinking,
just a typical homeless begger with prescripetion glass.
Glints of air and smiles but drunk and swearing at each other...
Nothing has changed,escaping was not a right choice.
Fregile under that hole i call it a home,gone back to be feed raw meat and forget what i saw out there.

Well known

Sold to the slide face creature in the middle of the ocean.
Made slave selling potato bacorns in the jungle.

Told not to enter with muddy footsteps creating chaos,
what has mankind turned into after sins dusted out.

Awaken in the early mornings of winter with a class of milk and no bread.
Atleast God watched over him.

Soon he turned into a king.
Fair with a share not to see history repeats itself.

Each night singing like the night he was sold to be a slave and serve a man with no mercy.

Found peace and happiness after being an example of no truth to life given.

Vowed not to see misery in each and everyone of them,
but given the precious gifts to please his blessings.
Not forgeting what sees him through.

Everythings comes to an end at some point yet believing in each soul that begges for shelter or food,
just to sees through the day or rain.

Wicked like the city that demolished for its disgusting acts.
Never been drown into unhealthy states for faith kept in the heart.
"Now that came true what next..."

No journey has been these long,
they stare with surprise why he still stands up.
Courage and dedication...
honour and careful attention to every detail.

"slite step"...thats the sound of the wicked wishing but not distracted.
Continued with love and giving out guidens for he had nothing to fear.

Placing his hands on the right sight,
holding on close until this day.
No longer able to walk and spreed what turned him into a well spoken man he is,

well known for his work no longer a slave but a saviour to mankind...remember that...

Crying

Crying...
tear drop sad smile waving good bye.
Crying...
painful heart aching for happiness laid to rest so sad.
Crying...
one single touch breath taking unable to heal inside.
Crying...
viciously stricks a kiss just to fall inlove like the first time.
Crying...
despair for the wrongful mistakes repeated time and time and again,her sorrows.
Crying...
lost and left alone caged in a shadowed place with no air to freedom.
Crying...
wishing,if only God gave her wings to fly up in the clouds and find comfort.
Crying...
a matter of life or death,if only time could bind nothing would be the same.
Crying...
rather share tears together than rom around like a forgotten story.
Crying...
crying but no tears no feelings of despair just pride,blinded by things that have no beginning.
Crying...
Because she's sorry.

Stranger

I twisted my body and turned,to look at her walking away with those weird looking gorillas.
I turned and saw her wicked smile cursing me with a sign,that says...
"Help!!"
I stopped walking and called up her name but failed.
I never stopped staring,
i gave her my word that she will never be misleaded by pretty things.
I kept it with me and gave her a symbol,without expecting anything in return.
I walked away but footsteps from behind,shakened by fear i turn to look nothing was there,
I kept it with me and stayed simple and asked to be guided to her position.
I still believed,i could help although she kept telling me lies.
but these streets are owned by those who seek respect by force.
I kept walking with fright but frustration for i wasnt able to help.
Should i feel guilty or smile for she saw the good side in me and i looked away.
That would be a lie for i was honest with her but she kept lying to me.
Yet i listened and finally she arrived,hope safe and sound,with no pain or regret.
I was patient and careful,
i wasnt fooled by her pretty face.
I wasnt fooled by her sweet talks and hugs when i paid attention to her state,while she keeps holding me close,
i kept moving away,telling her to head home and rest.
I still feel humiliated,for they thought i was taking adventage of you,but glad i am that you reached home.You saw the next day with no regrets and pain,"i hope shes okay''.

"Judgement"

I hate it when people judge others for whatever reason,its just stupid and foolish and it makes me sick,but i don't like to sound like i'm better than them or that i know much than they do.It pains me to see them point fingers and laugh like its a joke.So like they say don't you ever judge a book by its cover might as well just greet them or look and say no word,because one day judgements will be punished for all sins deserve it.

Merry Chrismas

They send their shoutouts to their families,wishes for a best chrismas.
They travel in high ways,keen to see their loved ones,
they party all night,celebrating the birth of son of God...
while some bow down and sing glory to the creator of all things.
They spil blood with intentions of victory to respect like they deserve a crown,
forgeting who says the last word.
They changed it all to their best believe,like they brought it up to be named.
This day doesnt belong to them.but the creator of heaven and earth and his son.So rejoice for the sun of man has been born to wash away our sins and forgive us for our traspasses.Merry christmas enjoy it and remember he who has faith shall be blessed in his name.Rejoice

''Stare"

Walking past the high cars passing by in a speed of light,
Distracted by those gorgeous weman looking fly.
I wonder if they notice me,
even if i shout for one to pause so i could utter a word or two,
shame i'm not a ladies man.
If only i knew what to say at the right time.
I look with despair,
drooling over my favourate shirt
struck like a high school kid,thinking... only the popular guys get the chance and have the courage.
"My friends would call me a chicken,if they see me now".
...Still walking,
i stare with a blazing eye sight,
although i like food,but this moment you would say,
i stare at them like nothing would taste more than jus a touch of her face.

The she is with her friends saying only if he was walking this side of the road.
What a bammer,"
i'm close to home,see what next road will tell."