Metanoia?

*i didn't write this. my pen did.

Metanoia?

Maybe it’s the time to quit and hit the gates

Exit and forget, destroy the hidden wealth

What’s the use of living if we all die in the end?

Certainly I’m a confused child

Born with a crude smile

Questions with answers but are light years apart

Intuitions and man’s desires bedazzle one’s heart

Crippled and mauled by race of mankind

No man is kind; to spot one is a rare find

Prove the lines wrong, amaze my intellect

Lure me into faith, diffuse your precepts

Perhaps, and only perhaps I shall deem

Redeem thyself, maybe and only maybe

A sudden metanoia is possible perchance

Chase my ego, my pride, my arrogance

And yeah, I’ll give you a chance

Life's A Beach

Life's A Beach

An astounding view
A restraining hue
Pulls me a step back from reality at its finest

There’s nothing around
Only the seas and the clouds
The breeze cradles me into euphoria

Eyes behind shades
Closed-shut, I inhale
Breathe, detoxify, purify

Sneak into the mountains
Peep through the curtains
Show is over

Encore

Be Patient, Dear Patient

*here's another one.

Be Patient, Dear Patient

Happy go lucky, oh lucky lucky me

I’ve met the girl who’s the closest to my fantasies

A little crush and a little admiration

I love you so much! Or is it infatuation?

A slap. I need one please

Help! Someone please cure this disease!

Give me a dose, or better yet an overdose!

I’ve been sick! Love sick! Oh! Oh no!

I beg for sanity pills if there was such a thing

Please. I’m tired of those old High School flings

Promises of forever, oh, please cut the crap

Don’t make me throw up, please just never show up

Cured at last! Or maybe just a feeling

Psych! Not totally free, there are still some impurities!

The doctor said there’s still no medication

“Be patient, dear patient. Time shall alleviate your deepest confusions.”

Friendly Advice

*thoughts just keep on coming.

Friendly Advice

It’s the moment to think

Pump the brakes and set it straight

For the days to come shall surely escalate

The knowledge about us, about each other

If we truly do love and feel the same way

Internalize the facts: what she said, what you said

Put aside your heart and think with your head

Don’t rush; don’t say it’s just a crush

For that moment in the dark that produced a certain mark

Is something that means something

Something that means everything

Never assume for the rest is still unwritten

Work with what you have

Continue the consistency

Think. Think. And think.

Appreciate and don’t take for granted

When it’s gone, you’re stupid

You’ll realize that you didn’t even have it

Square One

*the first of an array of poems to come

Square One

Maybe just a little too fast

Think first, is it going to last?

Forever is perhaps overrated

Time is of essence

But your presence is something that I shall miss

Time maybe the answer for that wish of everlasting bliss

Your child-like giggles and laughter

The way you act hyper after two cups of coffee

The way you stare at me and smile

And your signature scent that entices my senses

How we part ways despite a common destination

The way I find time for us to be close

The way you appreciate and thank me

The way you become the smile on my face

Are fourteen days enough to keep me sane?

Or maybe to let go of infatuation’s chains?

Reasons over emotions is maybe the way to go

Let’s go back to square one and see how far it goes

Untitled

*wrote this one a long time ago. lol.
*for the sake of posting something. :)

Love takes two parts, two hearts

To break it apart, make it spark

Make it high, make it fly

Let it live, let it die.

She Likes the Funny, But Loves the Sweet

*just one of those poems that you've experienced beforehand. you know what i mean.

She Likes the Funny, But Loves the Sweet

She likes the funny but loves the sweet

I’m a funny guy but she prefers the geek

Only a friend in her eyes, I’m a lover in disguise

Too afraid to tell my feelings

Too afraid to tell the meaning

I’m a travelling man, still hoping, still remaining

The only one left who still prefers breathing

I’ve become close, but maybe too close

Close enough to touch the heart

Too much of love’s healthy dose

Anxious to confess

Don’t want her to be depressed

Her problems have been a lump

No, I don’t want to be dumped

I comfort her though I hurt

Deep inside my heart is murk

As she talks about him

My vision becomes dim

Wishing to be numb

Yearning to be dumb

Random Wordplay of Some Sort

*bored. haha. decided to play around with random words.
*i don't think it really means anything though. you decide. lol


Random Wordplay of Some Sort

It’s unstoppable the way I topple over the soil

I recoil and boil, together with a little foil

Though my precedents are not that decent

I try to keep it effervescent, interesting, and sufficient

The impossible is about to be a fable

As I install a stable stall of the impassable

I’m an artist that’s why I show what the art is

It’s time to start this, the revelations of a Marxist

Hip Hop Quotable III

*1st verse from Show Me Love by Rakim
*the whole song's actually nice but the 1st verse is just... wow.
*probably the most underrated lyricist ever. :|



Show Me Love

Yo, it's time to bring the day in, fresh out the crib sauteein
Around the way-in, swerve on, surveyin
That's when I saw her, the kind you wanna see more of
The sexy aura, it made it hard to ignore her
Expression her posession of property skyrocket
I'm investin in her presence and in time it profits
I take a acre for you, fertilize the soil
and make it boil, til it produce black oil
The Shorty sweet as, the flavor of forty divas
Photos and features, worth more than Mona Lisa's
It's lady lucious, tender touches my blood rushes
Smiles and blushes, on billboards and buses
And me, I'm just a bronze skinned calm gentleman
Slim fit and open arms mellow wit a Don's grin
Ghetto disciplined, could be your confidant beyond friend
It's one of Allah's men, Rakim, show me love

Hip-Hop Quotable II

*Zaakir's verse from the song What's Golden by Jurassic 5
*too bad they already disbanded. :(
*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohi8NlxjtTQ

What's Golden

I work the pen to make the ink transform
On any particular surface the pen lands on
Zaakir is hands on, what's the beef?
The Cooley High cold chief high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design what have a National Geographic a magic
With Taylor made status and plus flavor that's automatic

Hip-Hop Quotable

*Eminem's verse (time stamp @ 54 secs.) from the song Emulate by Obie Trice
**Genius**
***Parental Advisory. EXPLICIT CONTENT


Emulate

I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate a saint
Cynic keep em' thinkin' its a fuckin' gimmick when it ain't
Clinically insane, brain is on Venus suck Uranus
label me a genius if you ever seen us you would say
He may seem as though he's plain normal
if you ever meet him, greet him with a shake, see
he ain't as mean as what they say
See the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say
so he's vague, so they mistake him for bein' crazed
you part ways, your impression of him changed
you don't think he's strange, you turn around and tell him "peace and thanks"
then you catch him flippin you off, with his pants down
hands around his scrotum, tuckin' his fuckin' penis between his legs

Wordplay at Six Ey-Em

*title says it all. lol.

Wordplay at Six Ey-Em

I rhyme with no intention
It's just an innate ability that is immune from disconnection

I compose prose just by instinct
Words just stick to my mind and I can't figure out a way to stop it
Some say it's catastrophic
I say its a way to earn some profit
How?
I don't know yet.

Physically Weary, Spiritually Zealous

*couldn't sleep.

Physically Weary, Spiritually Zealous

Fortified by the dangling loops of failure

The passion has been tattooed on my chest

While faced with an annullable piece of stress

I take a breath, while silence rekindles my stature

As I near the perfect paradigm of callous

Tantamount fangs of poison deteriorate my intellect

They approach, with potent aims to inject

Though left physically weary, I am still spiritually zealous

The Light in Between

*Dedicated to the victims of tropical storm Ondoy. Never lose hope. NEVER.

The Light in Between

Sight-seeing has left me wishing I had no sight at all

Can’t even stand a glimpse of humanity at the brink of its fall

Left with the scene of only the everlasting abyss

Stories unfold, the revelation of a distorted bliss

Alone with unspoken thoughts I ponder

Visions infiltrate the mind with corpses drawn asunder

Heart to heart correspondences fail out of proportion

A premature apocalypse is my spirit’s intuition

I am daunted despite a smile; a form of propaganda

I am forced or maybe likened to jump across my veranda

The light at the end is nowhere to be seen

"No. Don’t look too far, its just somewhere there in between"