Twilight Apart

We live a twilight apart, And I am a person living in the future. Dimensionless is this world we live in, Yet my day is your night, And when you wake, I dream. In dreams I fly into this limbo Contained in your yesterday. And this realm is our rendezvous, But we could never really touch. We could never really feel. We can only stare past each other's eyes And imagine how we could outsmart time By defying distance through this Field of dreams. I wish that you weren't a sunset away, Because even virtually, We are cheated - We are robbed of moments That could have been, But would never be and . . . Only words can contain these priceless wishes. It's sad how we can only be content With vicarious experiences Because we can never be - Never be more But a twilight apart.

Narcissus

The light of the moon shineth upon thy fairness, And the stars envy thine eyes of Oceanus hue. Sleepeth not o Narcissus In wide poppy fields and untamed grass. Stareth not into nothingness Of the timeless vault of blue. Awake and breathe The essence of mystical experiences - That thou refuseth to touch With thy delicate hands. Cast thineself away from the shadow Of Solitude's golden slumber - Feareth not the sun rays that Chaseth darkness from the land. Run as far as thine eyes could see To greener fields and fragrant wildflowers. Embraceth the wind that bringeth forth Melodies of promises, As you playeth thy flute Under the light rain shower. The light of the sun shineth upon thy fairness, But not a star to envy thine eyes of Oceanus hue. In greener fields and wildflowers art thou lie, As thou stareth at the future In the timeless vault of blue. (April 16,2003 - Dedicated to Val)

Pondering

Ostentatiously concealed - you are an enigma. Give me some time to comprehend this dilemma. Evaluation. Emulation. I know in the end it just boils down to adoration. Dark revelations are still not written. Sometime in the future, it will no longer be hidden. Addiction to you is an obsession - Not really a perversion - but Only time will let me see clearly Just how much you really complete me. (November 22, 1998)

Anaxaphila

I have set ideals for the person That I'm supposed to love But when I met you, The ideals I have set all seem to be So ridiculous and inconsequential. You defy every single one of it. And my senses had been screaming at me To get away from you. I don't know why I'm falling in love With the obviously wrong person Because supposedly I'm the one Who should've known better. Love has once again played A mean trick on me Because she has given me an anaxaphila And I can't get enough of it For I can never get enough of you. (For Ave Angel)

Magic

The possibility of attaining your dreams May seem so remote. But if you believe that nothing is impossible, You could do anything you want; You could go anywhere you want to go; You could be anyone you want to be - - And that is the magic of dreaming To achieve reality.

Tragedy

What we have is a tragedy. A collision of times passing And love restrained. Seven years of hiding, Seven years of feeling. You have tried to love another And I have tried to get over you . . . I could only shake The memories off my head. I can only cover it up With my special feelings. You could only reminisce and regret And now you can only mess my life again. What we have is a tragedy. Much tragic than the story of love lost. It is a story of love denied. And in the process of loving another We find that loving again Is already too late. (November 13, 2001)

Thoughts of an Airforce Marine at 0230 HRS

He is contemplating At around 2:30 in the morning Of how his life would be. Ten to twenty years from now, Would he really be happy? His defenses are slowly crumbling Beneath his own fortesss of improvised tenacity. How could he feel despondent while Drinking coffee at 2:30? Though he would want to take Some more rest, He could not let himself give in to the stupor. Was she thinking about him This early in the morning? He thought in silence. Or was he just wishing that she was doing so. He did not know. He shook his head in ignorance. He did not know. He sipped his coffee contentedly, But with utmost distaste, Everything had not been the same Since he had let her slip away. He has been suffering From wanting to fill his deficiency With memories of her face. But the colors around him Had been nothing but grey. It's only an hour and a half more Before his day begins and starts, Ironically, he just can't wait To live life without his heart. Another day with his Tomcat, Eagle, and Air Combat Fighter, He made himself believe That his air companions Could make it easy To live life without her. His conscience could only stare back at him As he looked at his own disheveled form. He's a soldier fighting a battle In his own desert storm. He has been trained to be a sociopath In times when that attractive rainbow Rises in showers of blood. And he knew his alter ego Would have difficulty to conform After manslaughter floods. It's been 2:30 for an almost Seemingly endless session of deliberation. Time has been contained in suspended animation. He is contemplating at around 2:30 AM Of how his life would be Without someone to hold by his side. In the future, how could he choose Between love and war when nations collide? As manly tears fell from his face, While he desperately held on to his aching heart, He suddenly found the answer To the most difficult of his questions. He knew it was only right to leave her And walk in the other direction. He loved her so much To see her cry over his accidental heroism, He would rather suffer alone Than to let her suffer over him. (March 17, 2001)

Colours

Colours are light's great magic show, In darkness you can never really know. Let me be blind to see The real beauty that lies within. Let me look in pitch blackness To see something more than nothing. I am brown. He is white. We are just colours created by light. Yet in colours still we are the same. We bleed like red when we are in pain. When we are sad we become blue. Even red, yellow, and black people do. Colours are light's great magic show. Without it, you can never really know. Who is brown? Who is white? When you're united with true love, Everything's right. Love chooses no particular colour or race. There is no discrimination, You don't even look at the face. Because colours are light's great magic show, Without light one can never really know. He is red. She is yellow. And both are colours of the beautiful rainbow. A rainbow is one thing, Light can create. And the colours of people Are light's given fate. Even the shades of black, brown and white. People with these hues are created by light. But you see, all are products Of light's great magic show. When you are blind, You can never really know. (January 5, 2001)

Unrequited

Look into my eyes and see the void within. Reach out into my almost extinguished soul. Fill my heart with your love until it flows to overflowing. Only then can I return the fruit of the seed Which you have sown. Forgive me for not growing fast. Forgive me for not giving more. Forgive me for not loving you back The way that I'm supposed to do before. Fill my heart with your understanding. Fill me to the point of overflowing. Only then can my dried up heart be revived. Only then can I be truly alive. Forgive me for taking your love, Without giving you some in return. Forgive me for letting you bleed and burn. But I will learn to love you back I will try to be brave and strong, And I promise to fill you back to overflowing, Just wait, it won't be for long. But for now, forgive me, I must sustain myself a little longer. Forgive me for leaving you like this. Give me time to be strong so I could fully heal. I know that I'm not totally incapable to feel. Loving me unconditionally is Reason enough to let me love you in return. I promise to extinguish your pain And not let you burn. (February 13, 2001)