Life...

Tell me, tell me, oh do tell.

Can you bear to see others suffer while you dwell

Behind iron curtains and walls of steel

while in fists of iron, the damned shall rot and feel.

Can you tell me if you have a heart of gold?

What would you do if your worst enemies fold?

Greet them as equal and take them into ranks?

Or would you just as quickly drain out their banks?

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps we are all humans after all.

We're selfish, inconsiderate and would love to see those we hate fall.

Of course you may claim me wrong,

And proceed to write a passionate song.

Then again, what do I know.

All around me, most people I see possess such a glow.

Of one not content with his wife or life's strife,

But I guess that is just the beauty of life...

I Hate You...

I hate you.

It cannot be said that,

My love for you is true.

And that it will last forever.

From the first day we met, I gave you my heart;

I knew right from the start.

You were the one,

Just like a vacuum.

Sucking the life out of me,

That's not how it is meant to be.

Without you,

I am happy.

I am free.

Now, read it from the bottom up.

Time In A Day...

Time isn't a commodity.

Time isn't a luxury.

Time waits for no entity.

Time has not, its boundary.

Eighty six thousand four hundred seconds,

A thousand four hundred and forty minutes.

How much time do we waste on dead ends?

How long do we spend on our favourites?

I know how I'd spend my time.

No, I won't go joyriding or moonlighting.

I'd try to remember every rhyme,

And put them into a song to sing.

Right now, I feel I'm living off borrowed time.

One day is as good as any other now.

I could be an actor or a mime,

But, in the end, we reap what we sow.

For every second that passes me by,

I'll hope to see a sparkle in your eye.

For every minute that goes,

I hope you'll know my love for you grows.

For every hour that I think of you,

For every day I hope you do too.

For all the words that I can say,

For all my time in a day.

I pray you be happy and carefree

I wish you the best of luck, come what may

I hope you'll always remember me

For all your time in a day...

words...

happy new year...or is it...

Piece of advice, be wary of the words you use...it can really hurt even if you're not intentionally wishing for it to hurt at all.

Here's a lesson - sometimes in life, when you feel down and think that your best friend may just cheer you up, quickly disregard that thought. Seriously, just toss it outta your head. One, your best friend may just have better things to do than talk to you and listen to your woes. Two, it never solves your problem, period. And three, you're really better off just being alone.

2011

Photographs and memories...Christmas cards you've sent to me...all that I have are these, to remember you.

A year's come and gone and what's left are just memories of the times we've had...of the tears we've shed. I've taken a break from my usual poet mode and I've decided to be long winded as well as more nostalgic-esque in this December/Christmas blog entry.

Looking back on the year, it's been rather fun...at times painful, but on the whole, it's been rather fun(and downright horrible, but let's not go there). So, we've come to the point in life some of us optimists may come to describe as the "another beginning comes from some other beginning's end" metaphor. Back in my hardcore cynical days, I'd snort at this theory and, frankly, just go all out to prove that life is a never ending year after year struggle for survival.

Bear with me, dear readers(if there are any at all), I've been lax on my blog entries recently and I've gotta make up for it now...somehow. I've come to realise lately that age is really starting to jump on my back and hump the hell outta life...yes, I just used "hump", it's one of the privileges that comes with age - the ability to use kick ass grown up words and not worry about anybody telling you to 'watch your tongue, young man'. On the down side, everything I do seems to take longer and I don't do too well staying up long nights anymore...but don't we all face episodes like that every now and then?

There, I think three paragraphs and a header ought to repay my debt writ from neglecting this little blog.

Now, to the actual reason I'm writing this post. I'm gonna try sounding matured, sophisticated, deep and wise...maybe one at a time, or all at once...not sure how that will go, so let's find out.

2012. Some say the world ends then. I'm not sure if I should be glad and usher it in, or to be sad and disdainful for the stupid things we as humans have done to our world to have set this disaster in motion. Whatever said and done, I don't really regret my life thus far...nor would I like to prolong it unnecessarily. If it is indeed time to go, I know I'll leave here with a smile and hope we meet again in some other life on some other planet that God's kept in store.

All things considered, I'm glad 2011's coming to an end. Who knows what the future holds for us all...I most certainly don't, but I'm willing to embrace whatever God or life(or both of em at the same time) throws at me.

It's been fun writing in this blog of mine here. Thanks for sparing me your time...till we meet again, see ya.

Concealed...

September night,

I watched you put up a good fight.

As we walked side by side,

Feeling your sadness, I wanted to hug you tight.

I've seen the way you smile,

You've let me heard your laugh.

Hoping to be with you may be a fool's dream,

So, the memories of you will be more than enough.

You may never know,

How you make my heart go.

Nor will you see,

What you mean to me.

Perhaps you never will

And I'll keep dreaming still.

For just to bask in your company,

Will be my moment in eternity.

An angel you truly are.

I've seen the world over

And they all pale by far.

I now just dream; wishing you'll be my clover.

But reality beckons.

So I shall keep my hopes sealed,

Inside my heart where it reckons;

Concealed...

Forever...

Roads and rivers pass by me,
Lines and trees passing by thee.
Worlds apart we may all be,
Right now, it's you, me and her, three.

Days pass one at a time.
Slowly, the hourglass empties.
As what's left of life is put into rhyme,
And devoid of feelings are our sympathies.

Walking down this one way street,
I'm met with a church and a one armed bandit.
Try my luck or let Lord's company be mine treat?
Decisions, decisions...which should I give credit?

In the middle was a clearing, emitting light.
It shone the way, clear and bright.
At the end stood an angel, dark as night.
And Him, whispering in my ear telling me what's right.

Beckoning me towards Him, I walked.
Lead me astray, He will never.
But how much faith do i really have left?
Will it be enough to last forever?