Monday, August 18, 2008

complete


on a lazy lonely afternoon like that

I lie alone on a cold lonely bed
I've come to realize I can't live without you, all I have
your presence would have made this a perfect Sunday
we could kiss away the weekday stresses
we would cuddle away, our weekly stretches

staring at my cellphone, I await your call
dreading the rest of the day without you at all
Won't you appear before me now?
Right beside my pillow, lay your head down
Have your warm body snug against mine
Put your arms around me while I gaze into your eyes

i imagine you whisper in my ears
you promise me a proposal in five years
my heart flutters just thinking about it
i turn on the music, listening to love songs for inspirations to draw
and here i am penning these words, I couldn't miss you more

we paint each other's lives into a shared portrait of joy
please don't let anyone rob of that, not the army my boy
I need you like you need me, we need each other to be complete
we have forever to be together

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Kill myself slow

every night before I sleep
instead of looking to God for direction
I look into my cancer box
wondering how long I'll last with what's left in it
and I reach in, fiddling with the content
sniffing in the herbal aroma
so, I dream to kill myself slowly with this stick

every time I light up
each short-lived stick burns faster then I want them to
I'll fantasize about how much I'll enjoy the next stick
even before I can finish the one in my hand
alas, it finishes and my urge to see a fresh stick burn
and I'll just kill myself slow with this stick and the next

killing myself slowly with this stick
killing my emotions and decency
killing all morals and judgments
killing relationships and communication
killing joy killing life







Thursday, August 7, 2008

Is it worth

dedicated to a friend who's going through a hard time now..


is it worth the tears
you broke my heart for the umpteenth time
you, a man i still call dad

is it worth fighting for
you tore my art pieces and sold my guitar
you destroyed my world over and again

is it worth living on
you trample on everything we have
you stooped so low to keep up with your dirty gambling vice
you make the home a desperate, unwelcoming den

Every tear I cry
somebody comforts me from above
Everytime I fight
my passion for art and music strengthens
And I will choose to live
to tell a story that will bring hope to the anguished