After Hours

Listen to my beat
Whisper to my ears
Below the wind
Comes the heavy silence
A drought of sound
Snow flowing down below
Its weight guided and molded with air
Footsteps all around the walls of houses
From afar comes the break of midnight
Bringing back with it the noise of fire crackers
Melodies that fill up this full cold night

On the street, running to the sea
Hoping to catch the will left by life
Through the snow, boot stamps scattered around
All leaving imprints for the coming of the sun

Voices of Faith

I once arrived at a junction where
Balance is rejected
Either cold or hot, they say
Accept or pile up hate
I understand life is not understandable
Just too many contradictions

We’re all in the final frontier
Second after seconds
Day after days
Year after years
All pushing each other for a piece of space

Through the skies
We type in our troubles
Punch in our fears
Questions all floating in the clouds
Hoping that God will see our dilemmas

I have finally arrived at rest, where peace reigns
As I go through life, answers will come
No doubt, but for now
I’ll lay down my worries
Do well to others
And exchange my questions for faith
For only the maker of earth holds the balance of life

Safari Memories

While driving around one summer afternoon
The thick sand from the previous night’s storm filled the air
My mind wondering as the desert street appeared
The gutters rising with the waste-away smell
Along the sidewalks, children played with water
Their faces full with laughter and glee
So unaware, so unaware, their minds were
As my mind drifted on and on, thoughts began to fill me up
These young ones were next in line to save the world, I pondered
Their bright wide smiles troubled me, asking me questions
Questions needing answers; answers I have refused to use

One summer day, about noon or so
While drifting through the desert streets
Children played along the road
Laughter in the air, as they chased each other about
Their smiles care-free haunted me, asking –

“Where’s your own quota of life?”
“Where’s proof you fought for our souls?”

As the heat poured on skin
These questions haunted me making my mind sweat

“Where’s your quota, Mister?”
“Where’s your grain of sand?”
“Answer us, Mister?” Their voice asked me in unison.
“Where’s proof you left earth fighting for our souls?”

One day, it was
When the evening had come, night about
The desert streets now empty
Those children long gone,
Some to their mother’s warmth
The rest gone to the desert coldness
I walked along the streets
My mind reflecting, glaring inwards
My voice shaken by their smiles awakens
“Long time, no see” I say to it
“Thanks for calling me back,” it replies back to me.

Shattered World

jacob-wrestling-with-the-angel-1866
The glass has been broken
Lost in a fraction of space
Bound by the stars of night
The sun’s gone and the dark nightmares are abound
Laying siege to those left on soil
Shrines destroyed, priests without souls
Beneath the ruins, the green slime slides
Entraps all hearts causing the mind to rage with fever
Headless horsemen roam these dead empty streets
Running over the blackened black water
Yes, mayhem is the man of the hour
Climbing up, pitch high
The end is near
Humans claiming god parade our lives
Stealing bread from those lacking water
Eating brains from the cube like box
Where’s the power above the clouds?
The one with a gate made of gold
The one that has no stains
Where’s the power that holds no ransom?
But in his hands, are souls meant to die
Bring down the lightning, if you must
For tonight you must hear me
You must hear my insanity free itself from this world

Free me, let me burn with the impending doom
I seek no true truth, but in the little I know, I must rage
Free me, let me burn with the incoming peace
Sanctify me now from your chains
And I just might call out your name when the empathy’s just right

Simple World : Lucky Star

As the fumes bubble through the air, the music was just ripe and ready for the night. Giving back was never a hard thing, but the distance that was to be reached was everlasting. Further and further the bells rang, tomorrow never seemed far away. That point you have always dreamed of is here, waiting for you take hold. Break your soul and drink mortality. All you stand for holds no ground in this place of madness. The bridge is shaking and trembling, fear is no longer a choice. Walk away and it’s gone forever. Four seasons past, and you’re back to your roots. With a case full of identifications, you’re born afresh and anew, subject to the laws of covered deceit.

All I have is you, my words on screen, fonts describing my path. Since school is over for me, I’m left with a bag of passion, to fulfill those hard string dreams. Click – click, the fire that died in the morning of your demise is back, here again, re-ignited with a new name, calling you to see that no matter how much your drift, you can never hide from the bright rays of the sun. So stop been a buzz kill, pick your own road and walk that distance. The flames will surely be hot but in it burn till you become one with your calling. Never a wrong when you go with what’s in you. Free your mind, become limitless, and choose immortality. For the unknown is what becomes known when one dares to give it a name.

What do you fear? Those voices you seek refuse to be sought, so raise up with courage and go your own way. It can only be one, unique, splendid, weird, different, that’s your own chapter. It is written that to become one, you have to implode first and then all that comes out is you: pure you. The mind has been caged, locked away, a slave to another, so understand the world will never be understood. All one can do is explore the gifts, tokens which has been left for us to find. The pirates left their treasure in the island of cursed sirens for a reason. They wanted immortality, their names sang in hymns and books. Choirs dressed in white singing in a unison pitch all praising those men who refused the fear of other men.

Those of them you cannot count have their own cowries to share, but the few you have must be treasured and shown why they deserve to be with you. You have blinked, four seasons are gone, so leave it be and move on to the next rainy times. It’s hard to go on without a package of love strung on your side but to be emotionless means having, then giving away all emotions. To receive, you must dance to master the moves of the rhythm.

Words, words but all I want is to stop speeding and lose myself to dance. In time, the sounds become coherent. Life is moving, but remember it’s your life, you have the choice to stop the clock for a little dance. Be conformed and you will die lacking bravery. To bring a new flavor, first you must first taste peach to know your balance. Hang up the grief, its old my dear friend. It’s your own, forever yours. Make a name by going where you want to go. You know it, you were never destined to be a follower. You exist to break free and make people see those other hidden touches. Those ones that have been locked away in the garden of secrets. You have been there, that forgotten place no one dares ventures to. They might be a tourist, but you are a native, chosen to show everyone we all can exist without boundaries. You exist to show that life is not a cage to be trapped in. We are here existing to exalt every goodness we might find remaining. That’s why your voice is like no other. Weird, it is. But until a name is found, carry that bag for only you can know the weight it holds. If tomorrow comes and it’s unfamiliar, know you are in the right track. Just so you know suffering, hunger, pain are all part of the deal: the complete gift. To be balanced you might have to taste sand before the sugar. Even after the blisters, you might find out that sugar was not all that. The answer, that one thing that keeps you moving, that one thing that holds together your passion is nothing other than the real touch from love.

Beat Laments the World

When the sea rages, its back to the old soul
The time for eternal living begins
The power of latitudes collides
Creating a union, where minds collaborate
Forcing a state, where spirituality settles
So where do you stand?
In the heat? Or in this place called peace?
Regardless, balance must moderate

The Old Man and the Sea

With their rows to their side,
They paddled through the rivers of the crocodile city
The air was not too cold
The air had weight with calm
Their hats shaking with balance intact
Through the trees of soul
To the settling soil dappled with white blue
Their way forward was only too clear

Pride or Respect

When pride fails, the king heart goes aging
Like he never had a crown before
When you get lost in questions,
You forget the view in front holds like any other
My crown has fallen, broken, shattered
So I learned, time my teacher
And he told me with harshness
“Respect is when you give from both sides
Pride doesn’t hold ground when bruises are shown off”

Sometimes the young run too fast
So far ahead, some go dreaming
When life hits on the head
The pain forms a throbbing
Head ache some say
And then you realize one must tie loose ends
Another day back making marks and scars