aphasia
poking the tip of the pen on my skin
counting the seconds that pass by
when i was thinking of how to say it
and write it down in this paper
with my favorite song playing on and on
scribbles around, never have been found
the perfect words to define every single emotion
that wants to dance and sing like there’s no one around
july 17, 2008
let’s keep this love burnin’
i looked at you and you looked at me
you held me close and i feel you breathe
what an excitement from within
this high voltage electricity
my dopamine oozing like crazy
oh yes, your lovin’ tastes like candy
sometimes i think you’re a potion maker
every little dose of you becomes sweeter and sweeter
oftentimes i think you’re a jet rider
every inch we take gets higher and higher
all the times you keep on running all over my head
will you just try to make up things with me in bed?
never did i make a fool of myself for feeling this way
so never try to pull it back or you’ll eat what you say
‘coz i’m the type of man who’ve been through a lot with this stuff
so let’s keep this love burnin’ and we’ll never ever hafta bluff
june 6′08
the rhyme of my life
smooth as silk
white as milk
yummy as the cake
that granny had bake
fragrant as periwinkle
bright as the stars that twinkle
how i wish life is as simple
like letter A for an apple
april 20′08
leaving off
like a leaf
that falls off from a tree
blown through the wind
swaying and dancing
drops to the water
and flows away with the current
i am leaving off
like a leaf
‘don’t know where i’m going
‘don’t know where i’ll be going
and soon one day
i will reach my end
only time will tell
‘coz only heaven knows
april 13′08
beauty bull
in a dark dungeon
is a prisoner beast
that could think and feel
like a human being
he was locked away from the world
living all alone by himself
and whenever an eye peeps through the hole
he hides himself behind the shadow
he never talks to anyone
nor looks hat himself in front of the mirror
he’s always scared of changes
and fears every single motion
he is insecure all his life
even when he’s inside his cell
now tell me how could someone like him
afford to take another breath
when he always escapes a bit
just to not suffer and pain
april 13′08
12:08am
sexuality
suppression
vanity
fantasy
subconscious
expression
confusion
questions
answers
price
ego
dream
boredom
memories
immortality
life
march 27′08
D.O.T
i’m a dreamer
i dream of a world that’s so different from the one i used to have
a world where there’s nothing but simple joy and simple pain
a world of simple things, simple persons with simple dreams in life
a dream of a perfect happiness
with the persons close to my heart gathered around my birthday cake
celebrating the day i was born and all throughout the remaining years of my life
happiness incomparable to the presents given at my hand
happiness that is found rooted in the hearts of the people who truly love me
happiness that is seen in the smiles of my dear friends
happiness that isn’t only seen by the eyes, but the heart could
i dream of a love that feels like forever
i dream of myself finding myself in roads remained undiscovered
i dream of me and the life that i have
leaving me with questions, leaving me starving for answers
but these dreams will remain to be the way they are
if my eyes won’t open to see and experience the world of reality
the realities in life that are just out there in space
waiting for me to grasp them in time
i dream of you feeling me, dreaming of me feeling you
i was then a dreamer, now still a dreamer and will always be a dreamer
a dreamer lost in the world of dreams on transit
nightshow
Havana smoke cigars thinly smogging the velvety room
filled with giggling bourgeois in their coats
and expensive jewels plus the vibe of percussive
beats of madness endlessly rocking their heads off
with the crazy feeling of the sound
slow down baby
make me feel the sound
the chill of dirty blues
makes my naughty hip loose
makes me fall in love with the night’s moon
and the scent of the summer night
makes me feel oh so right
just lay your back and enjoy the show
our head’s filled with tonight’s magic like nobody knows
the kind of soul and jazz playing in the air
seize me upon the Absinthe’s blessing
excitements rise
as i knock off my Bohemian style
mar.20′08
i once asked myself…
what is this life for?
for whom or for what do we live our lives for?
is this just for ourselves to live or for others to be lived?
if this is just for ourselves to live then we must be the only person in the world
but since we’re not alone, should our lives be lived for others?
where is now ourselves?
the self which is the shelter of the life lived
could our lives be lived for ourselves and for others at the same time?
then what is the meaning of life to me?
to you? and to others?
do we live on the same lives?
but we are uniquely different
and since we are such, them we must live uniquely different lives as well
so does it mean we have uniquely different meanings in life?
i have my own and you have your own meaning of life
so could we ask ourselves now what is my life for?
march 26′08
life as it is
i’ve been to many times
times i didn’t plan to happen
happens unexpectedly done
done spontaneously changing
changing the usual state of life
life that seems constantly moving
moving on to nowhere in space
space of endless limits
limits the man i have become
becoming someone i don’t know
knowing oneself farther and deeper
deeper than the core is me
me who i am writing this poem
poem of life and life as it is
march 26′08
