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for a better world!
I have lived without living.
I have died without dying.
Run on the darkest black paths.
See how the roses color with the thorns.
Everything we colorful around me.
My feelings are silent, they are silent.
I am happy and turn around.
A dream kills my feelings.
I open my eyes and see nothing
Only the darkness of darkness.
I look into the gap of the small light.
It's going so far!
A small ray has changed my life.
He goes through all the time.
The hatred disappears, he moves.
It's going so far!
My life has begun to be colorful again
I walk through a bright rose garden.
All because of the little light.
How long did I have to wait?
But the moment does not come by itself
You have to agree.
Do not wait for help, help yourself!
Decide now - for a better world!
I have died without dying.
Run on the darkest black paths.
See how the roses color with the thorns.
Everything we colorful around me.
My feelings are silent, they are silent.
I am happy and turn around.
A dream kills my feelings.
I open my eyes and see nothing
Only the darkness of darkness.
I look into the gap of the small light.
It's going so far!
A small ray has changed my life.
He goes through all the time.
The hatred disappears, he moves.
It's going so far!
My life has begun to be colorful again
I walk through a bright rose garden.
All because of the little light.
How long did I have to wait?
But the moment does not come by itself
You have to agree.
Do not wait for help, help yourself!
Decide now - for a better world!
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
Sometimes feelings are the only thing you have
no title
plum blossoms fall
through the memory of her sent
leaving only silence
through the memory of her sent
leaving only silence
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Posted: Mar 2017
Post Commentthe identity
Your mask your identity
A smile on the face,
You must not be sad!
Every morning, put on the mask,
Then your life takes its course.
Emotion is still in you
And perhaps it gets worse and worse,
But you can protect yourself,
Your mask will support you.
Exaggerate your true self
Take the mask, with a laugh on the face,
Play the clown and jump
And dance, laugh, sing.
Conceal who you really are,
How the cold pain kisses you,
Be to another person,
Which is omitted and glad.
In the end splits the personality
Only you know it, the mask hides your suffering.
It is the mask of an identity,
Who begs for his salvation
A smile on the face,
You must not be sad!
Every morning, put on the mask,
Then your life takes its course.
Emotion is still in you
And perhaps it gets worse and worse,
But you can protect yourself,
Your mask will support you.
Exaggerate your true self
Take the mask, with a laugh on the face,
Play the clown and jump
And dance, laugh, sing.
Conceal who you really are,
How the cold pain kisses you,
Be to another person,
Which is omitted and glad.
In the end splits the personality
Only you know it, the mask hides your suffering.
It is the mask of an identity,
Who begs for his salvation
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
Sometimes we are not the same person
Fingernails
Fingernails to the wall
digging through the skin
Scratching them every day
burning tips so thin
Pase the movement down they go
peel them to the bone
Screeching sound of blunt
ten times to the tone
Fingernails to the wall
Pray that it will end
Dripping traces left of red
staining knees that bend
Rise them slowly up again
to run them down the track
Yesterday's old stained traces
have slightly turned to black
digging through the skin
Scratching them every day
burning tips so thin
Pase the movement down they go
peel them to the bone
Screeching sound of blunt
ten times to the tone
Fingernails to the wall
Pray that it will end
Dripping traces left of red
staining knees that bend
Rise them slowly up again
to run them down the track
Yesterday's old stained traces
have slightly turned to black
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Posted: Apr 2018
About this poem:
I guess this is an abstract writing of frustration...Transitions
My dad died today
a solemn Wednesday. In May.
Dozens, long unseen
converged that day
to pray and to comfort
the soon bereaved.
Proud he was,
pulled his last breath only
when we left the room
In privacy.
But I had been there
to observe the ritual
of his passing.
Strange odors, unnatural heat.
His yellowed eyes
a distraction from
his laboured breathing
and shame of wilting
away.
………………………..
Buried my dad today.
Small funeral. Big change
He lay stiff, in brown suit,
Cold, handsome
And dead.
Fatherly smirk,
plain as Day, hinted
a last smile and
blissful nothingness.
Catholic priest,
paid to speak eloquently
Pretended on pulpit
they were aquaintances.
Untouched by the sadness
that stilled my siblings
I fidgeted. My brain
strained to process
His absence.
a solemn Wednesday. In May.
Dozens, long unseen
converged that day
to pray and to comfort
the soon bereaved.
Proud he was,
pulled his last breath only
when we left the room
In privacy.
But I had been there
to observe the ritual
of his passing.
Strange odors, unnatural heat.
His yellowed eyes
a distraction from
his laboured breathing
and shame of wilting
away.
………………………..
Buried my dad today.
Small funeral. Big change
He lay stiff, in brown suit,
Cold, handsome
And dead.
Fatherly smirk,
plain as Day, hinted
a last smile and
blissful nothingness.
Catholic priest,
paid to speak eloquently
Pretended on pulpit
they were aquaintances.
Untouched by the sadness
that stilled my siblings
I fidgeted. My brain
strained to process
His absence.
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Posted: May 2018
About this poem:
My father died on May 30th, 1990 while I was still in my teens yet I wrote this in 2004 or 2005 when I worked on Cruise ships and inspired to write. In the past, I had a tendency to bury difficult things until I was ready to consciuosly process it through writing...a hobby I wish I had pursued with more passion.Anyways, I thought I'd post it here to mark the occasion.... It is the first time I am posting something this private in a public forum.
I'm not sure what category or style this will fit into but I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Thank You.
Understanding
New dawn enters
Silver light opens
Mind centers
In jest words spoken
Hearts feels broken
Thoughts left unspoken
Not well chosen
Souls splinter
Bleak like winter
Tears fall
Puddles dark
As night
Upon paper white
Emotions write
In golden speech
Like autumn leaves
On red littered paths
Regrets pour forth
No mirth uttered or said
Before sweet slumber
Deep like solemn umber
Wounded hearts together
Like falling eagle feathers
Come back to us gladness
Place within our breasts
Words needing expressed
Misunderstandings suppressed
Create day to soar anew in
True love to begin again
Held secret between two
Me, and only you
Halves make gleam whole
Drops like azure dew
Fall softly and skew
Feelings gently pursue
Come quietly to me
‘The best is yet to be’
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
Contemplating understandings and misunderstandings and how to speak to those feelings.
A Summer Night Dream
Lazy summers,
A passionate night
We sit by the fire,
I see and feel the love in your eyes
between me and you
the things I want to do.
dim the lights and get closer
to see that sparkle in your eyes,
let's go back
and move a little slower.
then teasingly back your eyes
I'll kiss your lips
your lips now meet mine
soft and sweet,
your sweet taste gets me every time
along that little ear of yours
let me move along your chest
oh I missed a spot,
let me move back up to the neck
As I move my tongue
as I go down slowly
and as I kiss your breasts
your hands go up
but I'm not finished yet
I go further down
As I move down past
your waist line
I begin to kiss....
It isn't a game
and true love is the name
Oh, I just wake up
I wake up with tears in my eyes
to realize it's a dream !
A passionate dream
A summernight dream
A passionate night
We sit by the fire,
I see and feel the love in your eyes
between me and you
the things I want to do.
dim the lights and get closer
to see that sparkle in your eyes,
let's go back
and move a little slower.
then teasingly back your eyes
I'll kiss your lips
your lips now meet mine
soft and sweet,
your sweet taste gets me every time
along that little ear of yours
let me move along your chest
oh I missed a spot,
let me move back up to the neck
As I move my tongue
as I go down slowly
and as I kiss your breasts
your hands go up
but I'm not finished yet
I go further down
As I move down past
your waist line
I begin to kiss....
It isn't a game
and true love is the name
Oh, I just wake up
I wake up with tears in my eyes
to realize it's a dream !
A passionate dream
A summernight dream
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Posted: Mar 2017
Post CommentAm not sick
I see girls here
I see girls there
I cannot make a POST
CS doesnt allow me to,
Girls becomes GHOST !!!
(haahaahaa there are girls, even better if i say boys also, they try to find MEN-IN-BLACK, sometime they try to gues 'M out using MACHEINEs oops!!! LOOK MA---I DONT HAVE HEALTH !!!)
I see girls there
I cannot make a POST
CS doesnt allow me to,
Girls becomes GHOST !!!
(haahaahaa there are girls, even better if i say boys also, they try to find MEN-IN-BLACK, sometime they try to gues 'M out using MACHEINEs oops!!! LOOK MA---I DONT HAVE HEALTH !!!)
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Posted: Oct 2018
Post Comment
RETIREMENT
There are beginnings and there are endings.
Our lives gave many beginnings and many endings.
The dreadfulness of starting anew when everything are as it should be.
The relief of an ending when everything were out of place.
In the beginning we work and toil to keep a roof over our heads, food on the table, and a nice bed to sleep. As minutes turn into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, our lives have come to an ending.
The new beginning is Retirement. It is welcome with open arms as there will be no more work and toil for our basic necessities. Some find this new beginning as a dreadful time as the images in the mirror have changed. The memories have lost its vitality, the bodies may hurt with aching joints, shorter posture, limited vision, hearing loss, and maybe isolation as the younger have their own beginnings and endings.
This new beginning of retirement will bring everything as it should be. There will be a community of folks like ourselves who will interact with each other telling the same stories over and over again. There will be younger people to care for us with hefty prices. If you were successful to earn millions, the younger will call dementia so it can give them conservatorship. Psssss, it’s the money that have their interest not you.
So the many beginnings and ending through life lead us all to the same place, Retirement. Retirement where our self-worth are lost and our hard earn monies are gone by others to provide questionable services.
So Live life to the fullest, eat, drink, and be merry, as tomorrow you shall die.
!!!!!To retirement.!!!!!
Our lives gave many beginnings and many endings.
The dreadfulness of starting anew when everything are as it should be.
The relief of an ending when everything were out of place.
In the beginning we work and toil to keep a roof over our heads, food on the table, and a nice bed to sleep. As minutes turn into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, our lives have come to an ending.
The new beginning is Retirement. It is welcome with open arms as there will be no more work and toil for our basic necessities. Some find this new beginning as a dreadful time as the images in the mirror have changed. The memories have lost its vitality, the bodies may hurt with aching joints, shorter posture, limited vision, hearing loss, and maybe isolation as the younger have their own beginnings and endings.
This new beginning of retirement will bring everything as it should be. There will be a community of folks like ourselves who will interact with each other telling the same stories over and over again. There will be younger people to care for us with hefty prices. If you were successful to earn millions, the younger will call dementia so it can give them conservatorship. Psssss, it’s the money that have their interest not you.
So the many beginnings and ending through life lead us all to the same place, Retirement. Retirement where our self-worth are lost and our hard earn monies are gone by others to provide questionable services.
So Live life to the fullest, eat, drink, and be merry, as tomorrow you shall die.
!!!!!To retirement.!!!!!
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Posted: Nov 5
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