Monday, June 23, 2014

True Love



It all began on the night
I came back
Spotted one in the alley
Thought its bright pink
Had a pretty glow
In the dark.

Then I met one more
And another;
True Love spread
All over town
I would photograph
Each one
With my heart.

Starting to look for it
Proved to be
The wrong habit;
As it is written on the wall
That is when
I would least find it  --

And once I had forgotten
Out of nowhere
Someone out there
Made certain
It was now time
To be
Reminded.

True Love is everywhere
True Love comes
In all shapes and sizes
Eternalized
In the most symbolic places
On that brick
On a trash
At times spelled backwards
Others
With a message
I would cogitate on
Long after.

The last one
Was that kind
Its sense
Divine;

It read Love True
And in my heart of hearts
I knew;

What makes Love true
Is the way I love you.


Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Detour



I had been assured
God had a shrewd way
Of testing the sour
That paths would continue to cross
'Til I was able at last
To resolve
The implicit matters
Between us.
Time had passed
-- But
Time between goodbye
And the heart that says
Bon voyage
A second is eternal
I would wake up in the morning
Better each day
Though still in mourning.
I was holding onto nothing
Kept replaying the last thing
It was clear in my head
But when I saw you
What I felt
More shock
Than what I thought
was left.
Maybe I had to see you
This last time
To ferret out
Why you were never
mine
I was glozing over
Excuses
I never got
When all along
It was I
Who could call the shots.
Maybe I had to see you
One last time
A proper goodbye
After the one
You were not able to
Provide
-- For me to identify
That I had already let go
And I was certain
I could never live
Without your shadow.
God made me take this detour
However I was now sure
It was the right path
For me to come out
Victorious.



Thursday, June 12, 2014

Again



You can feel yourself slip again
Your chest starts to tighten
And your thoughts slowly blacken
It is a subtle process but it is happening
Will it be worse this time, wondering.
You do not want to lie in that state again
A promise you make to yourself
Now and back then 
Every time you cry without reason.
But here you are, prating
Once again, to bury that side of you 
That will always be hurting;
Once you have creeped into the dark
All your broken pieces are terrified to go back.

But I tell you, whether or not
You are sliding into Hell's mouth
Once again and once more after that
I will be here pulling you back up;

When you are tired of looking for light
I will never tire of your fight.


Thursday, June 5, 2014

Easily


Maybe she loves too easily
Yet she means it when she says it
Her heart on the table
For the person to devour it.

Maybe she loves too easily
She should see how things will evolve
Before flying, one has to first learn
How to crawl.

Maybe she gives herself entirely
That she should protect herself
So she will not be deceived
So briskly.

Maybe she gives herself entirely
And she should not unless she wants
To slowly sparge the pieces
Of yet another shattered heart.


    She gives her love too easily
    But when the ones she adores
    make it worth it
    It overrules
    All other times
    She ended up sobbing like a fool
    The only way to live
    To give is to receive
    She chooses easily
    Over carefully,
    Her heart
    For the taking.





#ootd




Carpe Diem is wearing your best clothes on an ordinary day.





Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Drafts



Flipping
Through my pages
Looking into
Previous phases

Most of them
Done
A few
I saw
Still
Blank
And in the middle
How I had forgotten
That in those
Pages
I had scribbled.

Confused
Because
Rest assured
I myself
Utterly unsure

Why would I keep
Drafts
Were they all in fact
daft?

Then
I grappled
All of a sudden
I remembered

 Did not leave
More feelings
On the page
To lessen the pain
That had me writing
In the first place.

Time had elapsed
And sometimes, I relapse.

Divided
Because
It was noted
Pulled from
Opposite corners
I was undecided

What is a piece
Without its end
Will I find peace
If I write the end

Time had elapsed
And sometimes, I relapse;

Should I
Work on the old
Or learn to
Let go.