Hidden

heart torn in secret sufferings,

lips strongly formed.

sighing…

crying…

escaping….

unhappy poet, hiding

(Lino Robles’ reply to the unhappy poet hiding…)

yet each darkened night

in hours becomes light

is what I see in her eyes

as

I see my future in het skyline

lesson learned redemption is mine

when the tears dry from her eyes

P.S.

Thanks so much to Lino for this wonderful reply….check out his site….his one great poet…

Empty

empty plate;

empty table.

empty heart;

empty soul…

I am without you.

Sense The Secret Power Of Silence

Hope

looking thru my window…
hoping too
I know…
that beauty maybe beyond what I see…

However that’s not true
as I see through…
some may lived in a castle…
while others maybe in
a stable….

and as I walk away
from a distance…
I wish to see beauty
even for a chance…

p.s.

I maybe just dumb to believe that there’s hope for humanity….there’s hope for the less privileged…I may be deaf to hear what they say that nothing can be done to the cry of the poor..the agony of the less fortunate..

I just hope one day the world will be a better equal place for humanity..

Mondays of Longing

The rain danced merrily

along with the sun

beautifully performed 

in a piano sonata

upon that day, a Monday

our roads foretold a melody

in early summer

in late December.

You walked past me slightly

along my left slowly

I struggled to escape

your brown eyes so elegant,

so deep…

so unfathomable…

yet you caught me.

My heart skipped

My breath drowned

You took away everything.

my blurry eyes…

my broken breath…

my bloody heart…

You let our wary hands met

let my heart finally 

rest from this chase

let my Polaris shine its light upon us

that, eventually

those repeating, endless days

those days of Monday

those Mondays of longing no more.