given up

you're beautiful. no matter how and what they think of you.
everything is in its place. don't ever let them doubt you.

the black forest with its black trees will lead me to your black heart.

the endless horizon

there is an endless horizon beyond this ocean.
the one where the sun will not burn you.
but take you. and you will walk on its surface.
you will become one with the water, the wind, the earth and the sun's fire.
and you will be made whole.
and return to the ocean.
and be one with me.

phylosiphy

set the bar as high as you can. set the tone, the mood, and the goals.
and then break them

hide & seek.
seek and find.

a caged monkey will go savage in a zoo for children with the same bag of peanuts.
an animal must never be kept caged. he must be free.
so, be free.

questions answered in questions

what if there exist a midnight sun ?
would we run after it ?
or find our lips together under it ?

it depends what kind of love you want.
the one the world offers - the ones in movies. the one in dirt and smut.

the one i want goes beyond this world. the one they don't understand.
the one we know because we do.

dua.

i will call you my best friend. and my lover.
i want you to be both.

your ex-lover's dead. or his he/she ?

the bus stop's right there ms. right.

you spend hours, days, or even years for life to happen for you.

as for me, i waited a lifetime for you.

the last testament. the final will. read.
and to read such a after a man's passing. is but a joy and a tear in heart.
to know and understand, the care and love; in thought and chamber of his life.
to love and in all it's purest. to leave all that he owns to another.
it is such a life as this. that breaks my heart.
you lived and loved much. even after death, you live.

the connection between people.

you don't need to change the whole world to make it a better place all at once.

perhaps, it would be easier if you went one person at a time.

crossing times

today, what will it mean to you, tomorrow ?

2 Cor 13:4-8

love and hate cannot exist in the same place.
i choose love. for what love is, it isn't found in what it is not.

thus, i say to you. we may find ourselves weak in our flesh and out minds. tired in our soul and spirit. yet, let me remind you such.

Words of old as if it were spoken today. And let it speak to you today.

I cannot hate you more, nor will i love you less. For the decision to love in the toughest of times is most worth it.

⁴Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

⁸Love never fails

as i am today, as you were yesterday.

if everyone knew the story of the prodigal son, we will be on our knees in tears.
and gratitude.

between these two places.

you are your own stone.
your own little kingdom. your hard place.
your fortress. your solitude. your rest.
your recluse. your secret place.

I want to give up this place & find You.

you wait for a bus that never seems to arrive.

the world we live in

there are two kinds of people in the world. a do-ers of their word and speakers of their word.
we live in a world full of speakers; not many do-ers.
thus, nothing ever gets accomplished. that's why the world stops for them; while the world spins for the others.

a mirror with no reflection will be the strongest truth you will ever see.

these sensual conversations make you a lover and friend.

greetings.

to the broken hearts; find the souls which makes you, you again.

the cemetery of the living

are the streets you walk in and about.
amongst the many who cross between you and pavements and their daily lives.
you walk among the living dead.

it's now your time to shake your soul before you become your own tombstone.

walk me down up

tell me i've grown fat. tell me i've look different. tell me i've changed. tell me anything.
but don't ever tell me that i look dead. or anything along the lines of death.
heck, i'm always going to be alive and kicking.

you will find those who will capture your eyes. and they will look at you with fiery passion.
and then their eyes will cross along your body. it's contours. and be fixated with the gifts your body has. the pleasure it derives. the power it has to captivate. and you will captivate them. your body will become a spell for their pleasure.
and often times, yours.

and in due time, that's all you will ever become. pleasure to the eyes.
and in due course, you will be a concept. an idea. a figure of pleasure with your bodily gifts.
you will have no soul. you will only carry your shadow. and you will still find their eyes fixed on across your body.

by this corner, you will find those. who will look at you. be fixated with your body. but engage with your soul, your mind, your eyes. and attempt to bring that fiery passion through and about your heart. your words will captivate. your presence will bring more pleasure in ways more than the world can imagine.

we are blinded by the inability to see.
often by nature.
often by ourselves. our ignorance. our judgments. our preconceived notions. our shallowness

and i remember those mornings, driving in the stony roads passed those gates. earlier than everyone else. i knew where the key was. the one who would first enter those mornings. i always made it a point to come in early. i don't know why. and the keys did their job, the sights and sound being too familiar. i remember. i knew which light switch would hit the ones for the stage. i remember the stillness of the hall. in all its glory. in its sight and what it was were something which struck me every morning.

i remember. having to set up the equipment. to be there by myself - before everyone else.
to plug my equipment in. to have it tuned just the way i wanted it to. and then quiet. silence. once again.

i breathe and speak to you. to ask for you. to plead with you. to tell you sorry for this week. for the terrible things. to allow me to stand here on this stage to play for you. i remember.
and then to strum and play something in my head. and to let the music juices flow.
this is why and how you gave me such talents. i will remember.

i am on this journey in search of truth. joy. peace. serenity. escape.
in this journey, there will be found disappointment, sadness, despair, pain and anger.
all to which will make a wholesome adventure.
i must fear none besides the one who has decided on this adventure.

indeed, you watch over my coming and goings.
my adventures and perils. death that strikes and clouds of glory on high.
and as i watch myself fall into the pit, your arm stretches beyond me. to pull even the darkest of man from themselves into marvelous light.

you are the thunder in the ocean when waves crash into stone.
your fear brims like fire over these waters.
yet, in my ocean, you are safe

you are some kind of beautiful; although you may dream that you're not.

believe me.

an empty alley can be more beautiful than a crowded street.

there is always sky between buildings.
as there are cracks between walls.
and depth between the ocean is like winter after fall.