Dream Jar and a Run

In the midst of quarrels,
shouts, anger and pain.
I chance upon knowledge
of my much broken act.
When the dying crave for life,
even a minute, a moment more.
Here i am trying,
to empty out everything i have.
That's not a desire to risk life,
but to leave life.

Someone mention about dreams,
not leaving them unfulfilled before you die.
Else it'll be so much
of a wasted life.
Saw that my dream jar was empty,
not even a crumb left.
Then to realize,
it's never been filled before.

Once long ago i heard of a chance
to go fight in a foreign land.
Delighted to go,
and wanted volunteer to be.
But now i see
what it had really meant to me.
It wasn't duty like i told myself
but a chance to have a bad throw at the die.
So at least i can end up
extinguished while doing something.

Taking a run,
towards my demise i am.
Don't think there's anyone who anticipates
the destination as much as i do.
Because i have
nothing to lose.
That's why i feel,
no fear of loss at all.
Maybe a bit,
the initial start.
Look closely,
there's nothing left to part.

No dreams, no possession,
not at all to call your own.

I am still making that run.
And reaching my hand
hoping to grasp something
inside my empty dream jar.

Dream.

Under the blanket i go,
into a secret place
where i hide away.

Grasping for breathe,
but mouth wouldn't open,
leaving my heart beating faster.

Light pours in
through clear glass panels,
near blinding my sight.

Familiar scenes,
replays itself in my head
but making no sense.

People seeking acceptance
from not of their own,
changing who they are to meet the goal.

Those of the odd
to become the rally flags
as the great gathering unfolds.

Snake

They call it good luck,
I say its an omen.

It has carefully made it ways around the masses
Body slither through the little gaps between people
But it does not escape my eyes.

Went forward and roused it attention.

It turned,
hissing and starting towards my direction.

In seconds,
it became larger,
so large it could swallow me whole,
in just one shot.

As its mouth opened,
I attacked,
with the stick in my hand.

Trying to keep its jaws open
with the stick in a vertical stand.

Failure it was,
as I saw my stick being swallowed whole
but lucky it wasn't me.

A gaze was placed on me,
I am the focus,
and defenseless.

Took a leap forward
and grasp what i presume to be,
the neck.

Now safe from the vicious jaws
but found myself
a possible victim of it body
that can coil me up within
and deliver
a breathless death.

An indeed i met such a scene
nearly right out of my dream.

Last Shade of Blue

It was sixty days before it began.
Now its six months before its gonna end.
Along the way i saw it shaped itself
and then revealing to me its meaning.



It is the arrival of change,
the rejection of change,
the welcoming of change.

It is the embracing of a new age,
the running to a comfort zone,
and the search for hope.

It is various people
facing a common issue
each with their own story to tell.


He has never set his sights on the world
all to him was imagination and feel
along with his trusty walking stick,

Now he will regain his sights
and lose the world
he thought he knew.

See the flaws,
experience the truth
only to discover the true beauty within.


Colors from his brushes
floods the canvas
and paints the scene of summer.

Left over from the last age
he feels like he is from a junk yard
seeking to fit into the new.

Taking a wince at what is here,
subjects being erased
leaving him nothing he knew of painting.

An unfinished painting for his love
that left him too early
and his life in ruin.

Undertake a journey
find another calling
fulfill your promises.


Origin in mystery and shadows,
a wanderer who lost her way
with feathers in her hat.

Lead by a vision
convinced by her dream
to take on the path beneath her steps.

Constantly looking forward
moving ahead in her quest
before the hourglass runs out of sand.

When sense has all ran out,
its all left to faith
to pull her through,

Beacon of light
piercing the shroud of doubt
reaching for the last shade of blue.