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Caged not Free
Hostage in my own cocoon,
No voice, mute of circumstances,
Shroud of darkness is over me,
I am unable to speak my mind.
Rug of hope is all around me,
Unable to escape this devilish he,
Wonton of hostility greeted with hate.
My mind wants to scream,
I am chained beneath this skin.
I want to run away.
To the canopy of the forest shall I hide?
Deep in the mountain is quiet,
Frogs, birds, and ducks eyes before me,
Here they counseled me, to follow my instinct.
No voice, mute of circumstances,
Shroud of darkness is over me,
I am unable to speak my mind.
Rug of hope is all around me,
Unable to escape this devilish he,
Wonton of hostility greeted with hate.
My mind wants to scream,
I am chained beneath this skin.
I want to run away.
To the canopy of the forest shall I hide?
Deep in the mountain is quiet,
Frogs, birds, and ducks eyes before me,
Here they counseled me, to follow my instinct.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
Sometimes when we are bombarded with trials..we just want to run away from it rather than face it head on.waltz in the wind
as the cold breeze of the ocean fill the desert sand,
your name is carved in the wide...
as the wind blew over the planes and mountains,
the waves shadows your smile..
will you ever forget the first dance?
the first ever fairy tale dance?
in your arms i feel the warmth,the softness of the music...
the undefinable feeling...of love....
in the sky,as the clouds dance
as the sun rays play with the nature's sound
a song in my heart gives a lit to hope that someday
I'll dance with you....
now,as the wind blow
it reminds me of you,a dream that i never know if it would happen
still hoping,dreaming,wishing and praying that a day would come
that both of us will dance...
a dance called waltz in the wind...
your name is carved in the wide...
as the wind blew over the planes and mountains,
the waves shadows your smile..
will you ever forget the first dance?
the first ever fairy tale dance?
in your arms i feel the warmth,the softness of the music...
the undefinable feeling...of love....
in the sky,as the clouds dance
as the sun rays play with the nature's sound
a song in my heart gives a lit to hope that someday
I'll dance with you....
now,as the wind blow
it reminds me of you,a dream that i never know if it would happen
still hoping,dreaming,wishing and praying that a day would come
that both of us will dance...
a dance called waltz in the wind...
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
hope it would come true...At Last
I got up at 5.30 every morning
and skipped down that road
knowing I was avoiding the noise and madness of
three kids,
ten arguments,
and the insanity of the human race
I saw myself living in a cave,
inside a crater
on the moon
I looked at the books and CD’s
squat in the cave wall,
opposite a picture of nothing
I marvelled at the sundial I’d made
I listened to the blood in my hands,
and the hair in my ears
Outside,
a soft warm stream lapped against rounded stones
I had a coffee machine that worked,
and a guitar that winked at me from the corner
I had a friend who came around once in a while,
I drank Brazilian tea in the evenings
and thought about nothing
I lay on a flat slab
and let the sun sink into my eyelids
I thought about Summer as a child
I didn’t think about you
and skipped down that road
knowing I was avoiding the noise and madness of
three kids,
ten arguments,
and the insanity of the human race
I saw myself living in a cave,
inside a crater
on the moon
I looked at the books and CD’s
squat in the cave wall,
opposite a picture of nothing
I marvelled at the sundial I’d made
I listened to the blood in my hands,
and the hair in my ears
Outside,
a soft warm stream lapped against rounded stones
I had a coffee machine that worked,
and a guitar that winked at me from the corner
I had a friend who came around once in a while,
I drank Brazilian tea in the evenings
and thought about nothing
I lay on a flat slab
and let the sun sink into my eyelids
I thought about Summer as a child
I didn’t think about you
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Posted: Nov 2009
Post Commentman and woman
man is the most elevated of all creatures
woman is the most sublime of all ideas
man is the brain,woman is the heart;
the brain enlightens,the heart loves.
man is the genius,woman is an angel;
genius is immeasurable,an angel is undefinable
man is the code,woman is the gospel;
the code corrects,the gospel perfects.
man is the eagle that flies;woman is the lark that sings;
to fly is to dominate the space,to sing is to conquer the soul
man is placed were the earth ends,woamn is placed were the heaven begins...
who's meant for each other,only destiny determines....
woman is the most sublime of all ideas
man is the brain,woman is the heart;
the brain enlightens,the heart loves.
man is the genius,woman is an angel;
genius is immeasurable,an angel is undefinable
man is the code,woman is the gospel;
the code corrects,the gospel perfects.
man is the eagle that flies;woman is the lark that sings;
to fly is to dominate the space,to sing is to conquer the soul
man is placed were the earth ends,woamn is placed were the heaven begins...
who's meant for each other,only destiny determines....
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
i don't know what happened in my mindMr.Wrong
I’m not looking for ideal.
I’ve seen ‘em,
They are all fake.
I’m not looking for a match
With the same interests as mine.
I would learn nothing new.
I’m not looking for alike thinker
I would start the phrase and he would finish it for me.
I need no echo.
I am not looking for a stunning beauty
I need no mirror
I’m not looking for Mr.Right
On the closer look he appeared to be Mr.A***ole
I’m not looking for him again.
I want My Mr.Wrong
With all his imperfections, faults
With all our differences
I want us to care for each other
Stay on each other’s side whatever happens
I don’t want extraordinary love
What we need is to love without getting tired
I’ve seen ‘em,
They are all fake.
I’m not looking for a match
With the same interests as mine.
I would learn nothing new.
I’m not looking for alike thinker
I would start the phrase and he would finish it for me.
I need no echo.
I am not looking for a stunning beauty
I need no mirror
I’m not looking for Mr.Right
On the closer look he appeared to be Mr.A***ole
I’m not looking for him again.
I want My Mr.Wrong
With all his imperfections, faults
With all our differences
I want us to care for each other
Stay on each other’s side whatever happens
I don’t want extraordinary love
What we need is to love without getting tired
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Posted: Oct 2009
Post Comment
flowers
a flower cannot hide anything
and it never lies.
showing its beuty and spread fragrance
any one can feel it or reject.
good people like flowers
anybody can accept them or reject.
and it never lies.
showing its beuty and spread fragrance
any one can feel it or reject.
good people like flowers
anybody can accept them or reject.
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
any body have ?
Oh Blessed Numbness..
She walks along a rigid path,
On eggshells she knows she must tread..
Where she once dreamt of quiet walks along a romantic beach,
On sandpaper she now walks instead.
In the beginning it was wonderful
No grey skies to to darken her path
But now most days are spent in constant fear
As the main target of his wrath.
And so she goes on day after day ..
And she wonders just what went wrong
She did everything just right or so she thought..
Did all she could do to just get along.
One day she tired of always trying
To be just what he wanted her to be
No matter what she did it was never enough
She longed to loosen the chains and be free
Now she walks in quiet solitude
Blessed numbness fills most of her day
She smiles laughs and cries in all the right places
While trying to convince everyone she's ok.
On eggshells she knows she must tread..
Where she once dreamt of quiet walks along a romantic beach,
On sandpaper she now walks instead.
In the beginning it was wonderful
No grey skies to to darken her path
But now most days are spent in constant fear
As the main target of his wrath.
And so she goes on day after day ..
And she wonders just what went wrong
She did everything just right or so she thought..
Did all she could do to just get along.
One day she tired of always trying
To be just what he wanted her to be
No matter what she did it was never enough
She longed to loosen the chains and be free
Now she walks in quiet solitude
Blessed numbness fills most of her day
She smiles laughs and cries in all the right places
While trying to convince everyone she's ok.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
I had to repost this one.
The blinking cursor..
I sit mesmorized by the blinking cursor.
Should I not get needed sleep that my body craves?
Perhaps one more line of poetry or get the last one just right.
Can I not make the perfect sonnet while my brain ponders just one more word?
This passionate addiction hurts no one but myself. Is that not true?
Or am I squandering precious seconds that could be spent with you?
Life is a compromise of things and times and activities is it not?
And one's brain the maestro directing the time slots and memories created.
So why no finish that last sentence or would it be more productive to complete when fresh?
Always the same quandry. Always the same problem. Do it now while the process is at hand
or complete it when rested but find where I left off.
Perhaps this is a metaphor of life....?
Should I not get needed sleep that my body craves?
Perhaps one more line of poetry or get the last one just right.
Can I not make the perfect sonnet while my brain ponders just one more word?
This passionate addiction hurts no one but myself. Is that not true?
Or am I squandering precious seconds that could be spent with you?
Life is a compromise of things and times and activities is it not?
And one's brain the maestro directing the time slots and memories created.
So why no finish that last sentence or would it be more productive to complete when fresh?
Always the same quandry. Always the same problem. Do it now while the process is at hand
or complete it when rested but find where I left off.
Perhaps this is a metaphor of life....?
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
The timing of eveything we dothru are lives has awesome
repurcussions.
..holy machine..
....thinking of the now moment..
....that is over just a second before..
....that i am really sad..because..
....that i can`t catch that moment never..
....that is the true that i realise..
....that me to a simple humanbeing..
....that simple machine inside me stop for a second..
....that we can call `heart` or `soul`..
....that is the wonderfull machine..
....that god the creater, ever made..
....thinking of that truth..
....that, if the world realise the same truth..
....there is no war..there is no worries...
....there is no need of sorries and sorrows...
....thinking of tht same moment i am sad..
....the same time i am glad that i can find..
....that glad moment untill my machine stop....!!!!
....that is over just a second before..
....that i am really sad..because..
....that i can`t catch that moment never..
....that is the true that i realise..
....that me to a simple humanbeing..
....that simple machine inside me stop for a second..
....that we can call `heart` or `soul`..
....that is the wonderfull machine..
....that god the creater, ever made..
....thinking of that truth..
....that, if the world realise the same truth..
....there is no war..there is no worries...
....there is no need of sorries and sorrows...
....thinking of tht same moment i am sad..
....the same time i am glad that i can find..
....that glad moment untill my machine stop....!!!!
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
..think about the truth..love the josh groban song.not really a poem though
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
When your heart's heavy
I...I will lift it for you
Don't give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you
I...I will break it for you
Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved
Don't give up
It's just the hurt that you hide
When you're lost inside
I...I will be there to find you
Don't give up
Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you
I...I will shine to guide you
Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved
You are loved
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
Don't give up
Every one needs to be heard
You are loved
It's just the weight of the world
When your heart's heavy
I...I will lift it for you
Don't give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you
I...I will break it for you
Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved
Don't give up
It's just the hurt that you hide
When you're lost inside
I...I will be there to find you
Don't give up
Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you
I...I will shine to guide you
Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved
You are loved
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
Don't give up
Every one needs to be heard
You are loved
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Posted: Nov 2009
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