Dedication

Hey, CK, I just wanted to dedicate this song to you. I hope you understand why.

Through It All

I’m not your lover,
I’m just your friend,
Because that’s all I am.

I won’t say
It’s okay,
Because it’s a lie.

I won’t say yes,
Not even a no,
Because it’s your life.

I won’t offer counsel,
Nor a direction,
Because I know you’re strong.

Don’t hold back
Your bitter tears,
Because my shoulder is here.

I won’t say anything,
Just pour out your heart,
Because I will listen.

Let love prevail,
And conquer the devil,
Because I’ll stand by you to fight.

Through the tears,
Through the trials,
Through your sorrows and despair,
Though you fall,
You lose it all.
I’ll stand beside you through it all.

Post a comment to ask if you want an explanation for it.

Innocence: Edited

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NEW POEM!

Yup, you get the idea ...

Anyway, someone suggested a title for today's poem - Innocence and despite the challange of writing such a genre of poem - I defied the odds, crossed the seven seas, climbed the highest mountain ... *exaggerates*

Right - enough talk, here's what this post is for:


Innocence

Undefined,
Is it relative,
in the notion of perspective?
Or a crude set of motives,
Underlying innocuous objectives?

Unconditional love of a mother?
Or goodwill killing of a soldier?
The birth of a newborn?
Or reasoned abortion of a stillborn?

Unblemished,
So the hypocrites say.
The axiom of the day,
But veiled truth of the night.
A constant battle of wrong and right.

Undefined,
Unblemished,
Who knows?
As for now, only silence speaks eloquence.


Edit: Perhaps this SHOULD be explained. No point a garble of words without knowing aye? Alright, here goes;

Stanza One:
Innocence is a difficult subject to decipher. It is liquid, constantly changing depending situationally. Yet again, is innocence a pretty face? Some people say, war is essential, we are NOT wrong and are on the innocent side, we just have to fight back? But why does a country have to go to war when only the predicament is shared by leaders and leaders only?

Stanza Two:
As in the explanation above; this stanza sows contrasting situations, alternatingly. Is innocence like the love of a mother? Or do you send a soldier out to battle and leave him for dead, saying he died for the country? Can you say a person is innocent by aborting a child with good reasons? Of course, I won't answer that. It will be for you to decide.

Stanza Three:
Hypocrites like corrupt politicians talk garrulously about innocence, but they cease to understand the meaning. People think innocence is something, pure and white and clean - as a general fact, but is that what's happening (line two, axiom). But behind, in the darkness, under the table, fake innocence skins are used to cover dirty wolves' notions of greed. Perceptions about innocence - it is always either right or wrong.

Stanza Four:
Alright, this is to conclude stuff (yea, and add more words). So, basically it just reinforces the fact that innocence is something that we cannot understand; its mysterious, dark, bright, no one knows. In fact, no one has the right to answer what it means. It is better to conform to silence and not be fooled or humiliated.

Its deep aye, yes, I know. In fact, it is just an omega question with verbose and fancy words. Of course, you COULD have your own understanding of this poem. I'd like to hear what you know about it if you're willing. As for now, I'll let silence speak eloquence.

Complaints, sighs and regrets.

This is merely all i need to say about how people think about governments these days.

Tomorrow’s Dawn

Fuel prices everyday increasing,
But my trust and morale decreasing,
Tell me, tell them who you’re kidding,
Mr. President, stop your foolish lying.

I’m not the regular ignorant kid,
Neither am I like you - stupid,
I want to conquer, I want to lead,
I want a better country instead of shit.

I’ll be victor of wars without an army,
Bribing with McDonalds it might be,
To get things upright as you can see,
Without the lies, we shall be free.

I want my countrymen to suffer no more,
I want change brought to fore,
In politics I want no gore,
Where is the spirit of our fathers before?

We’ll start seeing the poor grow,
The rich - who cares, I don’t know,
Mr President I’ll take over your show,
I’ll let you know on tomorrow’s dawn.

Death Is Indeed Relative

My beloved Catechism teacher just passed away last Sunday. He was the epitome of total patience and gentleness. It was indeed a great loss for me and my other friends. In a grave mood, I wrote a simple poem to mark his immortality in our memory.

Nevertheless, I realised in an epiphany. My sorrow was erroneous. Why do I weep for a passing of a good man? I believe - through his death he is reborn to heaven. While on earth proximity marks boundaries. Now, he could be with us anytime, anywhere. On earth you were a strong person. Dear teacher Jan, lend us that strength.

Dear Teacher Januarius Beloved

In credence of faith,
In cadence of the silence,
I shall cradle a prayer.
Indeed flowers may wither and fray,
But you will stay,
A shining knight in my reminiscence.

We shall always have a special place in our hearts for you. Rest in peace.

A Psalm Perhaps?

I tossed and turned in bed today over the many obstacles and predicaments I have faced these few days. This poem came like a sudden inspiration in the middle of my sleep. This is one of my less solemn wordcrafts. It relates to God; firstly starting with a request for help, then, a request for enlightenment, followed by a praise.

Psalm or not? I won't judge my won't poems. You'll have the honour of doing so. I hate self-proclamation. Here goes nothing:

O Hail Thee All of All

O hail, king of valour unflawed,
My weakness itself a formidable nemesis,
My forbearance exceeds thought,
Extricate me from my adversaries.

O hail, king of my heart,
Spare me your servant of humility,
Withhold me in your place of safeguard,
That peace I shall seek in solitary.

O hail, king of splendour untold,
Illuminate ahead the path of righteousness,
Let my human wisdom unfold,
I will be your beacon of brightness.

O hail, king of orient might,
I'll sing the Sanctus that embraces my lips,
Engirdled by bliss that’ll cease not to guide,
Alike an incandescent orchestra for keeps.

Any comments are very much appreciated. Thank you. ;)

Its when you look back ....

When you know you could have done something but you did not. It is over a frustrating even that I wrote this poem today. Here it is:

It’s When You Look Back

It’s when you look back,
And scenes vividly flash,
Like hot steel against bare flesh,
They scald your scars,
As they return, the impending past.

It’s when you look back,
And knew something you could do,
But unreal time just flew,
You’re still, alike an unspoken epitaph,
And into memories pain will carve.

It’s when you look back,
And demons of past recall,
A maze of no way out befall,
In bewilderment you succumb,
To the horrors of reminiscence.

It’s when you look back,
And realise memories are intangible,
When vengeance is impossible,
And then you look further ahead,
To an epiphany that regression is futile.

All my poems are dark-themed, no doubt. My fingers just can't have the urge to spell joy to my poems. It is an art after all. It can't be defined by choice.

Another One!

Okay, I don't want to disappoint my love poem fans. I'll give you yet another one. This time, "The Downtrodden Hero" does not rhyme. It is a free-flow poem (or so I think). It is, however, a little erm.. harsh. Use prudently!

The Downtrodden Hero

I’m sorry I didn’t have the courage,

To sit beside you,

To hold your hand as you walked the path of thorns.

I’m sorry I was so blatantly stupid,

To not tell you I could help,

To whisper the words my mind screamed.

I’m sorry I wasn’t hero enough,

To fear not my foes,

To fear not the harsh consequences.

I’m sorry I cared what others thought,

To believe in the untrue,

To leave you in a silent state of contempt.

I’m sorry I didn’t succeed,

To fucking move,

To guide you to through the right way.

I’m sorry I couldn’t speak out,

To tell you my desire,

To tell how much I cherished you.

I’m sorry I was too late,

I’m sorry I couldn’t be sorry earlier,

I’m sorry I lost you,

For eternity.

Enjoy!

Love is in the Wire!

It just so seems that everyone loves the prospect of being in love - or loved or just love love. Well, matters not to me. I seem to have transcended above that prospect of romance. But... for my fans - or rather fans of love, I'd love to love you all by posting my lovely, Love poem...

*bleh*... my tongue's getting all worked up with that word!

"Then I defy you, stars!"
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 5.1

Let Me Hide

My mouth unsaying,

My eyes unblinking,

In the dark I’m staying,

Ten thousand days and counting.

Across iron mountains I will search,

Towards the broken seas I will lurch,

The answer, the reason,

For my heart to carry on.

The petals of my rose turned black,

Can you help me find the way back?

My shattered heart beating furiously,

Can’t you hear me calling quietly?

Imprisoned I will wait,

You’re master of my fate,

No more lies, no more pain,

Stop running from truth so faint.

Let me hide,

In the stronghold of your presence,

Let me hide,

My feelings no longer,

Let me hide,

In your tight embrace,

Let me hide,

In your love forever.

Just tell me that you love me ,

Tonight.

New Entry

Well, as usual, its going to be another poem. Honestly, I do not even know the meaning of this poem! Well, its for you to interpret yourself.

Untitled

Let me dwell not,
In the darkest of shadows,
Like the inevitable knot,
In the dark deathly gallows.

Grant me not death so despicable,
Seek me the light of day,
Hence along the path will I not stumble,
But walking tall I shall stay.

Though lead may penetrate,
And blood shall shed,
My iron will it will not fade,
Upon the plains of greenest shade.

Give me the uncontested faith,
So I may thirst no longer,
But upon my imminent grave,
In peace I lie forever.

A gravely poem indeed. Think about how you want to use it ... prudently I hope!