Wait

Some things just never change.
Lessons learned from past mistakes
Hound me like there’s no tomorrow.
I can’t stop myself when I know I’m falling…

The inevitable will happen…

But I hold back for I can’t give in.
This feeling I have I can’t reveal.
The intensity of it all…

I just can’t release.

Somehow, someway the time would come

That time when you find out what I have to say.
But for now I keep my distance.
Your heart still belongs to someone else.
All I can do is wait,

for you already have mine.


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Shades of Pontius Pilate

You wash your hands of what you did wrong.
Claiming no responsibility for what I see as a mistake.
I doubt you will ever begin to understand
What you’ve done.

Sadly, you claim you do…

You’re biggest failure is not in knowing what’s wrong,
But rather in not doing anything about it.
Sometimes, I ask myself why I bother.

I don’t know…

Maybe coz I cared.
Guess what?
You’ve lost the best thing you had,
And you still don’t get it.
You may never realize what you just lost.

Your problem, not mine.
I’ve sacrificed enough to show you what I had.
Your biggest fear is ending up with the wrong person.
That fear has crippled you.
So now I turn the tables…

It’s my turn to wash my hands…

Wash them of you…

Fear

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Forgive

Feelings of sorrow mixed with that of joy,

Unknown to us, Satan’s evil ploy.

Deep regrets and scars of pain,

A loveless life will drive you insane.

What to do or what to feel,

None of this ever seems real.

Unwanted memories still framed in my mind,

Untouched through good health and good times.

Rejection remains unforgotten nor forgiven,

Sears a wound common among men.

Relinquish the pain and relive the love,

Unlock the chains and free the dove.

Forgive and forget that’s the way it is…

The road to forgiveness, starts with a kiss…


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Saviour

Words without meaning pour on a world of bliss,

While silent winds blow around a painful memory.

Blood from calm wounds flow with a screaming hiss,

Despite blistering a fresh scar with no apology.

Forever will tears flow down from one forlorn,

Leaving stained faces filled with guilt and sorrow.

Never shall we be blessed with the one reborn,

Whilst standing on soil that was once borrowed.


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Realize

I’ve seen you mad and I’ve seen you cry,

With every time, I’ve seen you die.

I guess it’s hard to forget the pain,

When the things you do are all in vain.

Despite the times that you have tried,

He just can’t seem to realize.

I can’t to stand to watch you cry…

It’s just too hard on the knees.

I’m here wond’ring why,

You just can’t seem to see.

I just don’t quite understand.

How you could still just stay.

And when I offered a helping hand,

You simply turned my hand away.

I can’t to stand to watch you cry…

It’s just too hard on the knees.

I’m here wond’ring why,

You just can’t seem to see.

A silent tear runs down your face,

I’ll be here to wipe it dry.

And even in the rainiest of days,

You’ll never hear me say goodbye.

I can’t to stand to watch you cry…

It’s just too hard on the knees.

I’m here wond’ring why,

You just can’t seem to see.

And when things start to fall apart,

You think you’ve lost your mind.

Follow me with your heart,

And I’ll never be that blind…

I can’t to stand to watch you cry…

It’s just too hard on the knees.

I’m here wond’ring why,

You just can’t be with me...

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Fallen

Why catch a glimpse?
If only to see you go.

Why steal a kiss?
If you'd only say no.

Why try to hear your voice?
If you won't take my call.

And why even try to hold your hand?
Simply coz you've made me fall...


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The Death of Pope John Paul II R.I.P

I wake up today to the news of the death of a leader and an icon in the Catholic Faith, Pope John Paul II. As I give a short prayer, my breath stops short at the thought of what this sign of the times may mean.



Does this event have anything to do with the Third Secret of St. Lucia? In all the fear in the back of my head as to what the future holds for us, I can do nothing else but simply accept...

With the wake of all scandals leaving tremors of fear and disgust within our communities, are we to believe that we have now surpassed the once decadent era of ancient Rome. It leaves me nothing else to ponder on as I take a look around our own society, and even the world.

Nations go against nations, race against race. Men raping women, men killing men, women carousing in sexual indiscrimination. Left and right, people hurting people. Cicero put it quite nicely in his retort to the filth of his time; "O Tempora, O Mores!" Oh the times, oh the customs!

This was his cry as he looked on as his fellowmen took on the carnal and the material and threw away a little thing called morality. As I look around, and even at myself, I cannot help but be astounded at what we deem "morally acceptable".

Change has always been and always will be the fear of most. For before any change (good change that is) could happen, we first have to change ourselves. I think Sun Tzu said it best that to know your enemy, you must first know yourself.

Now all I can do is hope that although the sign of the times point south, we may pull out of the grave we are digging for ourselves. Let us offer that small glimmer of hope to that man, Rest In Peace Pope John Paul II...

Name

On my way to class, I walk through an ocean.

A sea of faces both known and unfamiliar.

But all seems to part away,

Leaving but one in the fray.

What was blurred is now clear,

Time takes a stand still…

The permeating smell of different scents strike me back.

Back to my surreal world of dreams…

Clear as dawn, there she stood.

My pulse would quicken as I came to realize,

A smile was thrown back.

A smile so innocent yet unravels your still poised self.

Not ever looking back, my lips move back to speak.

A name…

A name I knew but never received…

How was I to know that a name, from a repertoire of familiars,

Would incessantly hound my every sense when spoken?

That name was no mere name…

For a name holds no bearing as it flutters in your head.

This name that incurs a whimsical flight of fancy as it toils in your mind…

The name has become a representation.

In a conundrum, that name marks your every fleeting thought

Unbeknownst to you, that name has become something else.

Soon that name left me a voice,

Such sweet harmony it brings.

Almost every day, that voice would soothe and serenade.

Every enunciated word,

A song in the chorus of pleasantries.

But in the realizations of the intangible,

A name and a voice adds up.

As if gift wrapped and placed beneath a tree of lights and stars,

You think of nothing else but its effects on you.

And it all started with a name…

Confession

She holds the receiver with such a grace,

As if radiated by an unearthly light.

The most mundane would become magical,

the moment it meets her touch.

Effortlessly, her beauty exudes.

As if to taunt an already beaten mind,

An aroma gently whiffs your anxious nostrils.

Then, time slows down…

As if to taunt you further,

You find yourself lost as her eyes lock into yours.

You’re completely drowned as her lips part to smile.

No words can give justice to the perfection of this moment,

If only such perfection could be captured forever.

But no…

As all good things must come to an end,

This moment remains only as a blissful memory.

You wish to cherish the softness of her lips…

The smoothness of her skin…

But all reason holds you back.

Is it fear?

Maybe.

Apprehension?

Probably.

But despite the uncertainty,

You keep composure at heart.

She notices nothing, and you, in turn, do nothing…

And that is what you remain to be…

In case you haven’t realized,

The YOU… its Me…

And the SHE?

Who else… its You…