Taint

Standing right next to you

Is an old friend and all lost
Confused with the tainted world
Sick from flesh to bones
Resting a suffocating journey
He stands there staring
At the blank pictured faces
And broken records of a chord
You were watching yourself fall
Hurt like you’ve never been hurt
But breathing and breathing hard
You’re mind fails to rest
As much as you wanted to
For every blink of your eyes
You see a murky blot of a picture
A stained shirt and a broken wheel
But He was there all along
Protecting you on your way home
Standing right next to you

spill

there is no start in what I want to say
because as I look at the sky and
gaze at its infinity and wander off
with the misty wind that
tends to hug every part of
me, I see the details of 
the fine lines of ideas
and sparks and scraps of paper
torn and not, they lay
scattered on the cold floor
there saying something that
should have been spoken
yet still waiting to be unearthed
traces, just traces
of sweet summers
familiar laughter
meaningful glances
they were long gone
as the waves crashed upon 
the tiny ebb of
warmth, it dims its flares
as I bleed into another
torn piece of paper
I can't start what I want to say

Come Away

Come away with me
Let us sail the uncharted waters
And watch the sea
Paint things 
That cannot be seen
Come away with me
Let us walk the 
Moss and grass of earth
Have the wind carry us
And feel perfect mirth
Let us trace our steps
Make one at a time
Look up high to the heavens 
Make the trek worth a climb
Listen for hidden words of wisdom
Though walls may seem unkind
Because we will seek freedom
And define it for the blind
Come away with me
For there are far great things to see

rebirth

a blue flame blazed
lit with warmth for
a person who've grown cold
weary amongst the earth
he trekked and went
but the fire finally bent
when years passed
time never noticed
and it left him curled up
in a black pile of ashes

what love can’t cure

nights in crumpled sheets
she lie staring upon a screen
scattered with hushed glances
and thought out schemes


a song starts to spill the background
flocked with ringing keys
piano notes starts to linger
as she tries not to be teased


conversations now recurs
and his voice begins to play
of words said and meant
sprawled out on one fateful day


she remembers the blatant gaze
where his eyes never turned away
at chance he held her hands in his
and a distinct beat chose to stray


while she watched the screen evolve
lying once again in crumpled sheets
a trace of a familiar grin
starts to line across her cheeks


--majest, Feb5,2012 11:38PM

positivity+realism

tiny grains of
realizations wash over me
up to the ends of
my fingertips
as i grasp
and hold
and try to catch
every single detail
they slip right through
the gaps
now as i look around
they start to shine and sparkle
where i stood
waiting and watching
to what move i might do
i scoop the tiny things
gingerly now
and keep them safely
in my hands

The Trail

Letters sprawled across the road
Like crumbs of bread still untouched
It contains dreams and endless thoughts
And wishful clouds that could float
It has drawings of a sunset bay
And laughter in a familiar place
It holds prayers in several scrawls
Holding distinct characters in made up plays
I looked back and stopped my tracks
And gazed how it leads towards my feet
And if I strain to look far back
I cannot see the other end where I start
Now I’m holding my words and yours
Even if pieces of it lay on the road
Its parts are waiting for you to find
Speaking to you among its lines
But you must have found a new trail
Or you can’t find my way
Because the trail seems too far behind
And has its end already gone

spill

there is no start in what I want to say
because as I look at the sky and
gaze at its infinity and wander off
with the misty wind that
tends to hug every part of
me, I see the details of
the fine lines of ideas
and sparks and scraps of paper
torn and not, they lay
scattered on the cold floor
there saying something that
should have been spoken
yet still waiting to be unearthed
traces, just traces
of sweet summers
familiar laughter
meaningful glances
they were long gone
as the waves crashed upon
the tiny ebb of
warmth, it dims its flares
as I bleed into another
torn piece of paper
I can't start what I want to say

Taint

Standing right next to you
Is an old friend and all lost
Confused with the tainted world
Sick from flesh to bones
Resting a suffocating journey
He stands there staring
At the blank pictured faces
And broken records of a chord
You were watching yourself fall
Hurt like you’ve never been hurt
But breathing and breathing hard
You’re mind fails to rest
As much as you wanted to
For every blink of your eyes
You see a murky blot of a picture
A stained shirt and a broken wheel
But He was there all along
Protecting you on your way home
Standing right next to you

talking metaphors

Gaze upon the tallest tree
Look through its frame of view
Silently, it might whisper a hue
Falling leaves, sighing breeze
Do not look down on you
Gaze and dream the highest peak
High above its trunk and leaves
Its right over the top you may seek
Leave the forest floor
Trek the unknown once more
High above the trees
Wings were spread and seen
Wind flowed across the earth
Songs of woe were no more
High above the trees
Let us blend the sky and be free

Come Away

Come away with me
Let us sail the uncharted waters
And watch the sea
Paint things
That cannot be seen
Come away with me
Let us walk the
Moss and grass of earth
Have the wind carry us
And feel perfect mirth
Let us trace our steps
Make one at a time
Look up high to the heavens
Make the trek worth a climb
Listen for hidden words of wisdom
Though walls may seem unkind
Because we will seek freedom
And define it for the blind
Come away
Come away with me
For there are far great things to see

someone like you

it can't be helped that
one day,
i'd be singing a song for you
a song i wish i sung to you

for words were the first
tiny drops that had
encased the depths of
my soul
your words were the strings
that that tied me on a balloon
watched myself soar
these words were the music
that kept playing on
with my thoughts

it can't be helped that
one day,
i'd be singing a song for you
a song i wish i sung to you

future

is a road made to look like a fork

reaching out in all directions with
uncertainties that may cripple a step or two

the direction that this road will go is where

you'll learn and keep precious words to ponder

make each breath that will make you hold

where you will gaze up to the highest peak
wondering how far it would go

and after much thinking and struggling

you will make a huge step after all

insomnia note #1

goo

you tell me tales i didn’t want to hear

sprawled across your strokes

are distinct blots i didn’t want to feel

but anything i try to do

you sill remind of that hue

where you colored a part of grey

and made grey part of blue

now my senses are mixed up

in this endless patterns

and continuous trance

soon enough,  soon enough

i’d be thinking

again

of

you

mind if I dream?

where all my repressed thoughts have been

where my memories were forgotten far long

where maybe I want to be

mind if I dream?

even if it’s a plain blurred fantasy

where truth may become real

mind if I dream?

because it’s what I’m striving to be

I seek what is real
What is heard and taken in
Seen through not by the naked eye
Felt though it wasn’t there
I seek what exist in words
Words that echoes
Across the most silent hue
Waves are breaking
In every second that pass
Where is the real I seek?
Everything has become meek
Blank and staring
At just nowhere unseen
Where?
Where all is but real
A sign of a sanctuary
A word supposed to be told
A stare that'll keep asking
Where
is
real?

one tiny fragment of time

a distinct presence

that made you feel different

for the first time

a soft breeze

a brief glimpse

a lingering sigh

and a stolen smile

was all there is

when green petals floated with the wind

that tiny fragment of time

will remain

and change everything

031811

__

So where do you pour yourself out?

Where do you lean on for weaknesses?

Tell that you are hurting inside

With your mind messed up

And your aggressions given out

Where do you confide

That you are sick to your stomach

That you are all dried up,

Sinful, and have lost the real you

You sit there tearing yourself up

Tears just welling up your eyes

And you keep searching on for what is right

You never cared about what they think now

Because you are just messed up inside

Where do you get a pat on your back

A warm hug you’ve missed so much

Whare do you get to be free

Free from borders, free to speak

Why can’t they shut up.

__

Note: T_T (I’m really sick to my stomach)

100710 6:35PM

No lies

I stared towards
The vast skies
That holds the
Scorching sun
The sun that
Boasts its power
Not caring how
I’ve gone parched
And dry
But there still
Remain pools of
Water waiting for
Its fate
Starting to disappear
And the cracks
Tell no lies

Different

I can’t remember how
But you always loved the rain and I didn’t
You like blue and I like yellow
You mutter a lot of words
While I say what’s in my heart
You were alone but happy
And mine was the other way around
I walk alone not because I want to
But you walk alone when I’m not with you
Even if our shoes don’t match
It walks on the same path
The songs you hear were different from mine
But yet our clouds somehow combined
We were so different
So unlikely
But we loved the same vast sky