What is the point of missing
one that still breathes near
what is the point of kissing
lips that pouts for another
what is the point of hoping
when her heart's not yours
what is the point of dancing
when its not with her
what is the point of asking
when nay's the answer
what is the point of holding
hands that won't hold yours
what is the point of wasting
time to chase the lure
what is the point of loving
these unrequited years.
So Be It
- Friday, February 27, 2009
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If this be end
so be it
for its not in men
to overturn fate
but cities shall burn
stilled bodies trampled
to consecrate the monuments
and legacy of the humbled.
so be it
for its not in men
to overturn fate
but cities shall burn
stilled bodies trampled
to consecrate the monuments
and legacy of the humbled.
Sebalik Arca
- Sunday, February 22, 2009
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Sebalik arca
lakur sandiwara
tersadai punca
cebis panorama
tuah dan tuju
sandaran kelu
gurauan waktu
ejekan pilu
hati seada
cinta nan fana
menimang alpa
sepi dan luka
terkilan sayu
rentetan sedu
telahan shahdu
gurisan kalbu
apakah daya
takdir damba
unggun cinta
tak sudi nyala.
lakur sandiwara
tersadai punca
cebis panorama
tuah dan tuju
sandaran kelu
gurauan waktu
ejekan pilu
hati seada
cinta nan fana
menimang alpa
sepi dan luka
terkilan sayu
rentetan sedu
telahan shahdu
gurisan kalbu
apakah daya
takdir damba
unggun cinta
tak sudi nyala.
Memories With Phyllis & The IQ Gang
- Sunday, February 22, 2009
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T'was a moment of respite,
from the lure of days bygone,
those kindred memories shared,
torrid adventures as IQ's wont.
Peculiar tales of faerie creatures,
horrid monsters but mostly friends,
that zips and zaps each other,
tip toeing the poetic YPDC realm.
A case of mixed up cocktail mixers,
a New York trip's virtual stalk,
tell tales of unseen hamsters,
and figures in jumpsuits clothed.
An unusual mix that shelters,
a camaraderie borne with time,
a quid pro quo ensemble,
crossing borders, age and rhyme.
Within which lies the mention,
this tid bit that I hold dear,
those moments spanning distance,
did hold a special allure.
Tis' the memory of a friend
whose extended hands bequeathed
good company and wisdom
to a lonely soul in need.
from the lure of days bygone,
those kindred memories shared,
torrid adventures as IQ's wont.
Peculiar tales of faerie creatures,
horrid monsters but mostly friends,
that zips and zaps each other,
tip toeing the poetic YPDC realm.
A case of mixed up cocktail mixers,
a New York trip's virtual stalk,
tell tales of unseen hamsters,
and figures in jumpsuits clothed.
An unusual mix that shelters,
a camaraderie borne with time,
a quid pro quo ensemble,
crossing borders, age and rhyme.
Within which lies the mention,
this tid bit that I hold dear,
those moments spanning distance,
did hold a special allure.
Tis' the memory of a friend
whose extended hands bequeathed
good company and wisdom
to a lonely soul in need.
If I can...
- Saturday, February 21, 2009
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If I can... utter
but one wish
it'll be your name
upon these lips
a plea for time
to stop its tease
to let me find
and feel your kiss.
If I can... hear
but only once
enough for me
to feel the sound
the gentle tingling
of your voice
the lovely tickle
its caress.
If I can... see
but just one dream
it is the beauty
that you paint
the loveliness
in you it sings
to jaded eyes
sweet sigh it brings.
If I can... feel
but only this
the love that fills
my heart with bliss
my time is here
my life complete
you are the reason
that I live.
but one wish
it'll be your name
upon these lips
a plea for time
to stop its tease
to let me find
and feel your kiss.
If I can... hear
but only once
enough for me
to feel the sound
the gentle tingling
of your voice
the lovely tickle
its caress.
If I can... see
but just one dream
it is the beauty
that you paint
the loveliness
in you it sings
to jaded eyes
sweet sigh it brings.
If I can... feel
but only this
the love that fills
my heart with bliss
my time is here
my life complete
you are the reason
that I live.
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