++ R E F U R B I S H ++

I haven’t been singing love songs lately,
I haven’t been writing sweet quotes but maybe,
Someone from not too far away can save me,
And bring me back what I may have lost completely.

Someone to restore the rhythm that has long left my music,
Remind me of my words, which once made me poetic,
Don me with security when the rest seems chaotic,
Allow me to get unruly when all appears to be static.

Past occurrences may have left me with loads of negativities,
People may have come in and out with lack of sensitivity,
Losing time, I sometimes feel, with all these immaturities,
Overwhelmed, I try not to be, to keep with me my sanity.

I know in time my music will find me,
Along with the poems that was meant for me only,
Take away the pain that was caused by adversity,

Offer me with nothing but love and fidelity.

-- one way --

If this is how life pitches the ball, then I’ll hit it with my hardest bat.
If this is how life plays the music, then I’ll sing my best song with it.
If this is how life runs the race, then I’ll step on my gas until the finish line.

I might miss some balls, I might fall on some notes, and I might even meet sharp turns, but still, I will go through life however it proceeds. I won’t stop, I won’t recoil, and I won’t let anything impede me. Because in life, I discerned, turning back is never an option.

--seEk FREE--

I am a free bird and a free bird has always been my reverie.
To prevail I have to disenthrall from this cage that ceases me.
But as I set off, my wings are thwarted by an obscured snare.
Struggling to pull-free, I ought to be feisty to take the dare.

I am a free soul and a free soul I have incessantly longed to be.
In order to thrive I must dispose these crutches that brace me.
But as I do, each step becomes an obstacle I need to get past.
Though crippling, to get through, conjuring vigor is a must.

I have a free mind and a free mind I unfailingly sought to have.
So I rummaged around for a profusion of wisdom I can grab.
Though until now, I’m in the process of relentless cogitation.
I will strive and will not be confounded by whatever realization.

<----insEnsiTivity---<<<

Insensitivity is innate. It’s a given talent since birth. It cannot be acquired through intensive training or the like. There are no theories about it and aspiring individuals will only end up—destroyed.

aRouNd

i'd rather be around people than be surrounded by them..
for it calms me more to witness the events of their lives..
than have them stare at every details of mine..

Words of a Troubled Mind

What if tomorrow I drown?
Will the wave that seizes me frown?
Will the clouds that stare care to go down?
Will the sun dare to put off his crown?

What if for the next hour my heart stops beating?
Will the bells cease ringing?
Will the wind refrain from blowing?
Will the river quit flowing?

What if at this very moment I die?
Will the birds cry?
Will the leaves turn dry?
Even though it’s all just a lie?

<< THE TOXIC PROVIDER >>

suffocating it is to be with such a man

he who provides but destroys at the same time

little by little you’ll drown as he meddles

distorts your senses as he becomes an intruder

cognizant he claims of all the matters that surround him

blames the world but him for every adversity that springs

oblivious he may seem from the throbbing he induces

tormenting it will be whether you regard him or not

feigns that you are accorded to construct your own life

but discretely he manipulates every move you compose

alters your judgment which disrupts your cogitation

suffuses your mind with loads of uncertainties

his means are concealed rather than conspicuous

leaves you suspended at the midst of confusion

submission will only deliver you in agony

for the toxic provider slaughters and smothers

**divErSioN**

"people always want to find perfection in everything they see that they tend to conceal themselves from a faulty scene.. in effect.. faults are blamed onto another entity"

[date created--08/09/07]

-- F - e - u - D --

Feels like standing in the middle of everything,
So I stood still to fathom what is occurring,
Though through my sight all things are blurring,
Little by little events turn out to be glaring.

The things around me are moving in a fast pace,
They’re in a motion that seems impossible to chase,
To tag along I stared and kept my gaze,
For I fear a blink would leave me in a maze.

So and so, I tried to follow the track,
But each step only pulled me twice back,
However I try to construct my own rack,
The more it becomes a cycle I have no way to hack.

Now I’m in a state of being truly confused,
For I am neither appreciated nor abused,
And before I end up being totally subdued,
I need to purge from this seeming self feud.