The Two of You

How beautiful are the two of you,

When eyes look at you they know for sure your love is true,

It seems like in each others eyes you flew,

I guess she was the princess that fit in the shoe,

And he was the prince in my point of view,

My happiness to such a sight blows off any kind of light and it exceed any words with a whole slew,

I sit here in awe lost from words i wanna say but all i know is that feeling within is paradisiacal and all i have to say is god bless you oh my oh my phew:) 

Loves' Reality not Perception

Grow old together... A relationship is never an extended honeymoon, its a job of giving, and sacrifice from both sides! When you could build a strong stable base anything could follow, and thats when sparks start coming up every now and then (i mean real sparks built on real life actions not the butterfly in my stomach kind in any beginning of a realtionship). Everything seems perfect from the outside as we all tend to dream about perfection and then automatically attach it to a person, but the truth is, no one is perfect, you both need to do the job well thats all. The beauty in all that is if you do it purely enough, you wont feel like it's a job, you'd turn it into hapiness and appreciation. When thinking about it, i rhetorically wonder what more do we need from life but happiness?

Accomodate

Accommodation is a power rather than an act,

Its not a doing its rather an impact,

One might think it's nearly impossible to accommodate when it's past,

People think thats just how any person would react,

Unfortunately, the truth is that this is a fact,

You live surrounded by memories in that destined by god yacht,

You think you are sailing forward but, all you're doing is disregarding what your past has saved and packed,

Light is when you look forward within that heavy boat that the sea waves of life more than once attacked,

Since you can never just put your life in an equation with negatives and order the world to subtract,

After deep analysis this is about it but no one can ever be right exact,

It might be that i am hit in the head and  my mind and common sense are just wacked,

The process and cycle of living is just too compact,

A ship that from the outside seems so perfect,

Is rather a thousand times wracked,

But fixed in order to look like the old, quite exact.

The Wants of Goodbye

In front of me there is green grass that should give me hope, but here it's blurred  as it's on the outside of my cage, the metal fence brown but dusty, with a shorter fence at its back that was once white but now rusty. Its stands straight like i do but erosion did its job well on both of us i see. As they say time would heal but, in my case this statement is just unreal. I give the greenery another glance, the greenery that should mean hope, prosperity i look over and see dozens of balconies like mine, and wish they ain't living the life I'm living...i stare again to where i'm seated and think of the fact that my eyes first laid on the white step just below the fence, which if you stepped on you can with a slight tilt forward fall into the hereafter. The worst feeling of all is when you think the only reason you aint taking the step, the only reason you aint jumping is because you aint one hundred percent sure that you'll end up in heaven. That's when being an atheist becomes something i really wished i was and wished i wasnt; a dilemma i call my life. I end up backing down for only one reason too, and that's that i can't bare the hell that would come, since this hell i'm living is pretty enough. We all know that life is tough but, if you live my life it wont be freeing to just huff and buff. What's really going to be freeing is for your soul to be instantly taken, then you can fly liberally in another dimension with flapping wings as a dove.

Power to

Some people break things purposefully, shame on them!

But, POWER to the ones that throw the past behind them, LEARN from it and grow STRONGER.

POWER to the broken pencil that got sharpened to perfect again, because you were too clumsy to break it and it was too beautiful for your kit!

Numb

With a numb left red cheek i stare in dead air,

With drops of spit on my chest, face and hair,

Silent for two hours then i utter one word to not cause a flare,

Then she slides it about to turn it against me and make it seem like i do not care,

A beauty of ten hears me whisper to myself i wanna order mcnuggets,

She looks at me saying oh we have nuggets and strips with the cutest glare,

We decide to tell the maid to cook us some but, she refuses as she plays with her hair,

That ninteen sixty five storms to her bedroom i thought she would force her to do us food, i felt like telling her beware,

To my surprise she screams where is my salad that i told you to prepare, 

For a second i think is that what was really said or am i in despair,

For a minuet i wanted to disappear in midair,

All i remember after is how she stormed in my room telling me how i am so selfish i refused to make a sandwich for my lilsis but, all her words blew off and all i felt was the flesh eating monstrous hot surrounding air, 

I say it's i that wanted to eat and stop there,

But truly its i who chose to lay here silently thinking and giving my body its' daily peaceful share,

She says i get hit coz I'm low,

Ok, if you say so then dough,

I no longer to her bow,

The case is i've been silent for twenty plus two and nearly 23,

Silenced and hurt but acting as if i cant see,

See what it means to have motherly love that ain't restricted and actually free,

She said if i reveal you to your family they will all come and spit in your face,

I think to myself oh my you really need to fix your minds' base,

I hold my anger,

And wished i was younger,

Yet then i wasn't stronger,

But i was more acceptant with at least some hope and that kept me patient longer,

I take a deep breath through my nostrils as my brain dings and vibrates like the big ben,

But this time it's not two hours after ten,

Rather it's after that with 50 something minuets that felt like years of dinging in my head,

Fifty past twelve or so my mind turns completely black with blotches of red,

And here i'm laying in my bed,

Thinking of what i said,

In a matter of seconds my patience ran low,

Then words from my mouth began to flow,

But hey what they were nothing, the case is i never fully blow, 

In a matter of seconds she hit my shoulders one at a time saying that they count all my acts so i could burn in hell,

She meant the angels that record negative acts along with these good and well,

I say don't hit and i guess Allah knows,

She repeats yes he knows and declares me as the villain,

She said she will punch me in the face,

I said i want to see that happening as fear left my body without any trace,

She said i hit who i wish,

And then all i felt was the heating up of my flesh,

She says you've always been worst than trash,

My comeback was i was trash too when i was three and four,

She agrees and says my problem is major, 

The belief itself that as young as four i was hardcore,

Put me to silence and i really couldn't tolerate to hear more,

My tank is full of pain, i got no space to start fresh, 

Except if we fix, though i wish i can erase and start white but, all i could really do is try to overcome and press refresh,

And watch my life play behind a wire mesh...

Smile

Smile because that defines you an extra mile,

Smile coz that's what makes you better for a while,

Smile coz maybe you are that last fitting tile,

Smile because nothing would benefit you if you pile,

Smile though you might be the last understanding saving smile as you're not in denial,

Smile since there isn't so many lotuses in the nile,

Smile.

Accept it

The rainbow doesn't come out except after it rains,

And nothing hurts and leaves you only with sorrow without any 'gains',

What always pains never stays in flames,

Time runs everything over so cut it with the blames.

Over

Over is when reality becomes way beyond an ear can take in,

Over is when your words become more soul killing than a sin,

Over is when nearly all people you speak to feel like they have been thrown into a rubbish bin,

Over is when you loose every argument but at the end think you win, 

Over is when you don't differ between how you act with a stranger and a kin, 

Over is when your argument ends where it should begin,

Just because you see everything from a focal point and a shaken origin,

Over is not only that, its when you always shut up and suck in, 

When you're always breaking,

And you stand there telling the world I'm fine I'm ready for the punch I'm only living here to take in,

Over is when your insides are shaking,

And you are looking strong but you're faking, 

Maybe i'd call that either an insane being or an ironman in the making.

My Back

He was my first role model my eyes ever acknowledged,
Through every downfall in life his secret moto in life kept me managed,
Even when i was really close to get damaged,
He always was there to catch me and get me all bandaged,
He has characteristics that are way beyond words and people have ever imaged,
If someone really knows the true him and his means of living life they would be brain bombed and blown away, astonished,
The case is with patience and forgiveness he merged and became one, sending a continuous silent wisdom signal as a teaching message,
In a world of meat eaters telepathy, sympathy, clarity and deep analysis face serious drainage,
The path to humanity is lost in the soul of a savage,
As human beings have become an outrage,
I try to build a reality blockage,
Then it hit me that linkage can never be built through a couple of classes in school or college,
Nor can it be broken through lineage or language,
Neither can it be comprehended through this blast of emotion, poem or if you'd wanna call it a passage,
As barriers without deep understanding of actions and movement upon them within,
It would be impossible to build a bridge that a being can internally bridge,
On earth as humans we're just on a voyage,
A voyage that took longer than patience can take, tolerate and keep in storage,
Then it hit me nothing so worldly comes in a perfect package,
And learning from wisdom can't be a forcefully injected waking up dosage,
I stop and thank Allah that I'm privileged,
For having him as my earthly mentor along with keeping me to his reason behind positive action hostage,
I'm thankful father,
Dad
Daddy
Pappy
In a vast river of thought i got lost to even written words; my easiest manner of expression.
And that is what i call in my complex mind just "a thought"...

Mortal Limits

There are times when you can make fun and there's other times where you just can't, 

There's sometimes where you can laugh and there's sometimes where you can't,

There's sometimes when it's in your ability to accept crap and there's sometimes when your power of ability to overcome is just faint,

Then there's times where you can judge and sometimes where your judgement is passed on a persons' purposeful feint,

When life ain't so sweet one can't just color reality with paint,

These who drive my mind bizerk, only these i wish could be held under some kind of limited restraint,

Along with these who show no sorrow though they see you on the path of fire seeking a pause of silence and peace...

To negative surprises i just ain't acquaint!!!

There's sometimes when you can  pass and act like a saint,

Then theres other times when you ain't,

And i ain't...

Just ain't...