May 2009
LET us...
The fanatics are but a handful
Let them not hold myriads in a fistful
Let them not desecrate our realms
Let not their tentacles crush us
The fanatics are but a handful
Let us defeat them in their demented schemes
Let us diffuse their phantasms
the fanatics are a handful
Let our discern eye when somethings amiss
Let us be wary of stealthiness
Let us kindle our
perceptions to any trivial scruples
Let not the rabid handful prevail
Imagining...
and me with my eclectic ideals...
Imagining understanding
gives me a headache,
so I write to alleviate,
it relaxes my mind...
and I become the rain pounding the roof.
The beep beep of the clock
and I am time without any...
the cold distance between planets
and I am frozen to the marrow...
I feel the pebbles through the tires
and mingle with the road...
The Casket
Dark circles depict the pangs of insomnia
Implicit words beckon the vibes of the voiceless
None too easy to erase
None too eager to carry
Inappropriate cycles within life
Unrest that has a meaning
Is it just me?
Makeshift ideas to please the now
Unlearned words that cocoon the worst ahead
None too needed for today
None too healthy for any
Blundering decisions that falter within
Unread lines that echo to all
Is it just me?
Chaos reigns but it engages
Numbness flows but it spurs on
None too cherished
None too necessary
Irreversible faults is on the horizon
Unknown is the consequences
Is it just me?
Lines that flow
Words that narrate
None that is heeded
None that is understood
Why is it we question?
When all answers are within
Is it just me?
So Little....
So lil time, so many words.
So big sky just 2 birds.
So lil wings, so big flies.
So many smiles just a few cries.
So small eyes so big horizon.
On this long lonely road just one turn.
So many feelings just one heart.
So many endings just one start.
So many acquaintances, just a few frendz,
A few tears, more than enough for these poor hands.
So many words, just two ears.
So many challenges just one fear.
So much of sharing, so lil calm.
So much of love, however, just 2 arms.
A tribute to Joe's will to live
A venomous serpent
Lurks above my head
threatening
To bestow death.
Up on my skull
it wanders about
awaiting
My will to break.
Joe... You make us proud. 
My Journey....
On a sultry afternoon when the breeze blows my hair..
as i see the people around me moving everywhere
i think back at all i ve lost and all i ve gained
all the clear moments and some memories stained...
of all the hurts,disagreements and fights
and all the patch ups,sorries and cuddly nights
of the carefree attitude and the experiences wild..
the advice of the elders,the smile of a child...
of all the funny times and silly bets
big mistakes and bigger regrets
of all the longing and magic of that first love
ingrate
I use to think I was great, but now I say I'm an ingrate.
I thought life was easy, but please excuse me.
I overcame obstacles like a melting pop sicle.
I know that don't make since, but man look at prince.
What I'm trying to say is, this world is hard thank goodness
we have God.
