Allowed

if I’d allow myself to be drowned again

I’d dive into this deep emotion I’m feeling

that all this time I’m still longing

and that it’s you that I’ve been constantly missing 

if I’d allow myself to be ignorant again

I’d pretend that I never felt that pain

surreal that it almost tangled my vein

and that losing you is what I would gain

unknowingly I stumbled hard and went out of the rain 

some things that I can’t contain

true feelings that remains

lavished by the blue waters

poured by the hard rain

blown by the strong wind and hurricane

please allow me to stay

as in love as this way

saved by this love I feel everyday

that it’s still you that takes my heart away 

 

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Morning Sun

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morning sun hear me sing

with this power of faith within

and the burning passion I’m feeling

hear me sing

with this fresh air I’m breathing

and this goodness I’m feeling

quench my thirst and my grieving

for there is nothing left but believing

that as the sun will rise

I will be freed and becoming…

someone, or something

worth living

with everything that’s inside me

is the truth that defy s me,

the reality that molds me,

and the real person that haunts me 

under this tree in front of this beautiful sea

I can foresee…

that there is hope that awaits me 

The Lost Thief

what if you’re on the streets

looking for  something to eat

walked for hours on  bare feet

hunger, hungry as they call it

with no centavos or a penny to keep

just to survive the day under the sun’s heat

what if you’re ought to sleep

in a place as dump as a creek

with dust and gravel on your shirt as tint

with no blanket or pillow just a piece of paper sheet

lying under the dark skies mist

tracing the stars and wandering on the moon that’s big

that lights thy darkness that wraps the evening

with thy hopes of waking up safe in the morning

what if you lose yourself  in a snap

that you have nothing to do but just have some nap

with an empty hand and empty stomach

tell thee how can one fight the danger of a thief at his back

innocent minds and thriving souls

have no tools but just surrounded by fools

unleashed by values and relies on luck

instilled and persuaded that this is where thy all be stuck

corrupted by foes and frightened by some huge trucks

realizing how unfair life is at times and it sucks

thy fallacy and misconception must be cracked

what if you just run through the traffic lights

chasing those vehicles with a piece of rag

begging for a cent to buy some piece of bread

to gasp for air even that one last breath

but never end a life and don’t forget

there’s much in-stored to be happier than fret

it may be difficult but never be upset

just like any young brave souls on the streets

facing thy each day with the love of sunset

let’s survive, thrive for something to eat

for a much nicer place to sleep

with intact values and standards to deal with

faith, respect and trust to keep

and never ever live a life that’s mischief

for in a snap you might be shocked by a tip

that you might have become the lost thief…

 

 

 

 

 

Lovely and Lively kiddos

 

how crazy is sassy

when you’re at the roof and got windy

run through the streets

with bare feet

plunge into a river

in a sunny day and had skipped your dinner

 

how funny is wacky

when you cut your thumb with a paper

sat down in front of the TV with a pepper

made everyday in your room a disaster

 

how easy is cozy

when you spend a day under a tree that is shady

munched some chips that is called ‘             Richee’

roamed around on a bicycle that is quirky

and bumped into a wall so quickly

 

how is it o be lively

when you’re a toddler and they call you ugly

yet most are there to say you’re pretty

and you make them smile when their weary

 

how to be lovely

when now that they consider you an elderly

and ought to learn, live and to be

the most crazy and sassy

the crowds funny and wacky

that makes every life easy and cozy

and live by each day with a childhood that is lovely