Slow Motion Movie

Another film reel is loaded,
upon request.
A rectangular stretch of light
presented itself on the screen.
Pictures after pictures,
placed into frames.
Now we get a show of continuous motion,
broken into bits and pieces.

The faster they go,
the smoother they are going to get.
Mine seems slightly jam today,
my movie is jerky and full of pauses.
Made worse by missing segments
here and there,
which i'm trying hard
to fill back up.

If i would to look at it again,
I'll say things ain't that bad,
provided you look from the other side.
Now i have all that i recall,
lay out in front of me.
A second look at the details
and ever so important things
that people are saying.

For the missing segments,
sometimes we just have to
let them go away,
and relive ourselves
of another possible
grim in the series of memories,
that we could do without,
and maybe save some pain.

Once again

I went. I chased.

No idea what to make of it.


I stop.


And said 'enough'.

Coming to the same standstill,
all the time.

When in fact,
its only the second time,
as far as I can really remember.

So give up
without giving a fight
for what you once strive for.

Ask yourself,
why bother.

When there isn't a need,
probably leads to missing reasons
and motivation holding you to the end.

Train, Take me away

I turn around
looking at the distance
between the station and I,
which is getting wider.

All at once,
a voice came from inside
shouting out load
'Take me away,
bring me somewhere else'

Next thing I knew,
my eyes were set
on the metal tracks
upon which my train followed.

Taking a last glance,
the station becoming smaller
and faded into colors.

Who knows what lies ahead
but things felt a bit lighter
as the train
continue its way
towards the next station.

Stranded

For that while
I find myself unable
to fathom the rationale
for my actions.

All that impulse
that stem from emptiness.
And who says
you can't create something
out of nothing?

I was feeling like I had nothing
coupled with a wanderlust,
that was in need
of being extinguish.

Won't search for anyone familiar
because I'm trying to hide
another aspect of myself
that is crawling its way out
through the jagged and broken edges
deep within my heart.

Once again I feel stranded.

The Days in Green: Time

We lay down listening to the same old songs,
And flipping back the pages of memories.
Time moves on,
Have we?

The Days in Green: Travelling Thoughts

And here I am beside my window looking out.
I saw the blue skies and the white clouds,
With birds flying past.
Beautiful.
The sun shines and if one look up into above.
Nothing could have seemed so perfect.

By the shore,
The waves draw near sometimes,
Birds on the shore picking up their food.
Cool breeze follows.
What’s more to offer?
Other than the passage back home.
But where,
Truly is home?

Under night skies,
Stars twinkle,
With the moon hanging just beside.
You can see the shadow of the moon;
The darker half partly hidden from sight.
Countless stars,
Endless twinkle.

The moon is down,
But not yet.
Not tonight.
It shines on.

The Days in Green: Night Thoughts

Are you feeling cold today?

The wind coming through the window greets me,
Bringing about an uncertainty within.
Felt so uncovered,
So vulnerable.

The rise to anger,
The hidden thoughts.
Fear grips,
Emptiness cripples.

We’ve crossed days without even realizing the dates; Just waiting for the end of each day. Dates didn’t matter anymore, becoming just a number. Now we only go by days of the week. Nothing else matters. Not all the time though.

The Days in Green: Jetty Sight

On the jetty
Cold wind blows.
The sun shines brightly
But it’s just ever warming.
Coastal water sound so gentle
Nothing could sound better.

With that in mind,
I could always imagine,
The sight of me going back home
To where someone is waiting for me,
Or is it so?
I wonder.

The Days in Green: Recall

I could feel like having that apple pie,
Like how it went as it was in our song,
During the lunch after our little walk,
Now all that’s left for me are marches in these sets of green while
Basking under the rays and shades of leaves.
The dance of life has died down,
What rises is a choreography that will tell of our new life here.

Shall I hurry back home,
Will I get to see you missing me so?

These songs are not songs or lyrics to take our time off,
But expressions, desires and dreams to what we left with home.

From the Days in Green

A near forgotten collection,
almost thrown into oblivion.
Found again by chance,
with much surprises.

To realize,
that the writing started,
a good long time ago,
just to ease my thoughts.

No Grey

Black or white,
no shades of gray.
Straight or crooked,
alignment stays the same.
Light or dark,
shadows are unseen.
Hot or cold,
there's no lukewarm.
Yes or no,
without a maybe.

Either this way

or the other.

Nothing else to consider.

Out of Reach

We all know that running
is never a perfect option.
No matter how far it is,
distance does not remove the problem.
We still have to face it someday.
Despite knowing the fact so well,
I still made it a choice to
run.

Don't talk to me about it,
I'm not the almighty mechanic
set with tools
with imbued powers
that can get anything fixed.
I'm just mere mortal,
of flesh and blood,
and emotions contained.

What is in you
is well beyond me,
out of my reach
to fetch a fix.
All that is needed,
is within,
your search for
the key.

The rest is up to you,
the stage,
yours for the taking.
If you don't,
who would?
No one.
And nobody can,
other than you.

Beyond my powers
and my strength.
And throw in my patience too,
all that I'm running short,
to make another save,
another attempt
to lend
a hand.

Purpose

It spells the reason,
to take action,
to go forward,
making sure
you are still in the game.

So how does one react,
when purpose is lost,
fulfilled,
or still left there,
yet to be found.

Then does each breathe
or beat of the heart,
amount to a senseless act,
which should have been
done without.

Shall you fail
in your purpose
or life quest
that some would address,
then what's next.

Does one become a living corpse
carrying on living,
seek for chances
of possible redemption,
in righting what was wrong.

Did the sky got bigger?
Or is it falling?
Rather much like
the crashing down
we had before.

Save Me

Sore and aching,
my muscles crying out in pain.
Come on, come on,
where's my room,
just when I need it most.
Its becoming a desperate plea,
to salvage an already hurting me.

Save for the soul intact,
else its broken,
in and all and back.

Get me some comfort,
give me some space,
and maybe the warmth,
from your loving hands.
If you are only here with me,
to lay down the cure,
for my very plight.

Home has never seem so far before,
and the road so long before.
What's at the end of the trip,
feels practically out of reach.

Fatigue climbs with each tick of the clock.
Like a bomb waiting to explode.
We'll get it off soon.
I promise.

Send Me Something(SMS) Before the Next Day

Wish we don't fall short of time.
While the words still rhyme.
Add on a tasteful brew,
With rose petals that sooth,
Then a trip back home,
where we shall stone.
And awake to blue mornings,
a new day's calling.

Send Me Something(SMS) Goodnight

I came to whisper goodnight.
Hope everything is alright.
The day has been kind,
painted a beautiful picture in my mind.
Is yours just as nice?
Full of grace and gentle sunshine.
A smile on you there is,
with everyone looking pleased.
When would it be again?
Where we'll play and chase away the rain.

Thinking. -ing

Thinking about teaching.
Thinking about dancing.
Thinking of the classroom.
Thinking of the wooden floor.

Thinking.

Should not just stop there.

Collecting Pieces

Find yourself in pieces
after the journey of hard knocks,
picking up the fragments,
which glitters in darkness.

Leading to who you are,
and were before,
its a recollection
we are asking for.

Stick a flag,
drop an anchor.
That way we know where to go
and not end up in circles.

It's pointing there,
as indicated on my compass,
let's go, let's go
and we make haste.

The Beast

Feel like getting out of the house.
All that is happening has happened
time and time before.
Only with each cycle,
turning worse than ever.

Call it demons,
haunting,
or anything of the dark,
that never stop its' pursue
till you are gone for good.

Nothing without reason,
reason without logic.
How is one to believe
and stay sane
in this mortal prison?

No one escapes,
and no prisoner is kept.
Once you are here,
you will lose it all,
all you ever knew.

Claim not a single possession
lest your sanity,
if you can hold it still,
while they rob you
till its all bare.

Wings are given
then torn to pieces,
The heavens above
turned to gloom,
and cast their stares.

All that can be wished
is now long lost,
with bars and chains
holding you down
like no tomorrow.

Anger, raging,
spirits from within,
call forth the essence
of humanity
in a desperate prayer.

Corrupted to the core,
in time to become,
like stories of fallen heroes
in tough times,
except this ain't such a heroic tale.

And in these tough chains
and burning heat,
one day the beast
will rise and consume all
in its rampage of hate.

The beast who once was human,
then torn and broken
in soul and body,
placed in torment
till he was no longer anybody.

Be it curse or a twist of fate.
Shall there be a cure,
there still is no denial
of what has once become
of this man.

It all stems from the root,
where he has been
what he went through,
how he was treated,
in the deepest him.

Once a while he tries to claim death,
only to have a hesitation
whether that shall be the right way,
and gets bluffed to life
for yet another time.

Wishes to be claim,
blown and gone.
Its a selfish wish,
even he would look down upon,
without a second thought.

Looks easy it seems,
the quick escape it is.
Other exits looks barricaded and sealed.
However dark and shadows loom about,
this door still looks filled with light.

"No", once again he said,
"Not now", that's all he would add.
And he survives for another day,
in the chains without locks
and stings of heat.

Broken and defeated,
with torn wings,
the beast still looks to freedom,
that he believes would come one day,
though he knows its far away.

This is anger, this is pain, this is a vision of all in vain.
This is desperation, an act of destroyed wishes.
This is giving up, throwing away all of your dices.
This is what i do not understand, and wants nothing part of.
This is defeat, and bowing down to it.
This is me, my life and my sanity on fire.

Disease

Awake and taking a walk.
Head still filled with lots of thoughts.
I've seem to lost my sense of taste.
Along with my perception of time.
I've once experienced this,
not a stranger at all to me.
The retardation of the senses,
the feeling of being restless.
Its like a disease consuming you from within.
Never to be freed until you are purged clean.
Will i find a cure,
while i continue to be a stone.
Voided of emotions and pain.
Oh, what a tragic scene.
That I've lost the last possible way of feeling human,
while still maintaining very sober.