She Loves Me Like The Rain...

It was gently raining.
My love and I were taking shelter in a waiting shed,
my arms around her, her head on my shoulder.

She said,
"You know, I love you like the rain
loves the trees and the flowers."

"It doesn't care if some trees
are stronger and bigger than the others,
it also rains on the small and weak ones too."
Some bear useless fruits but they receive
the same nourishment from it."

"It matters not that some flowers are
prettier or some have petals more colorful
than most. Some are even poisonous
but it still gives them life."

"It just falls blindly, just like me."

I asked her what she meant.
She said, smiling,
"Silly, it means I love you just as you are."
And she snuggled closer, the rain a witness to her words.

Blacksmith

forging love again
on an anvil
with these hands
whose fingernails
are forever dead
as a result
of misdirected blows
after working alone
without help at all
in the past.
so please understand
I have to ask you
to hold the iron
in place for me
so I can concentrate
only on wielding
precise strikes
so we can create
a perfect love for us,
and I promise
not to hit your fingers :)

You

if a rainbow signifies the end of a storm
then you ought to be across the heavens now
a monument for the world to see
what you have done to me
and maybe inspire broken-hearted people
to keep their faith in love alive.

for sure the dawn will come
no matter how long and cold the night is
so your smile should be the sunrise
that pours through lonely people's windows
and maybe brighten their thoughts a bit
enough for them to say "there's still hope!".

for my life used to be stormy
and my nights were long and cold
but that was before the rainbow,
before the sunrise,
before you...

Relive

take me once more to the place where we tasted the love like
grapes from the vine

we frolicked and danced and went drunk with romance all night for
the grapes turned to wine

hold me again unashamed of yourself and myself and make me your
pride

where you dared to dream that one day you will be all mine and
set all things aside

humble as rain, we fell down on our knees and let love gain
control of our fate

leaving a world where doubts abound and a breeding ground of
hate

let whispers be shouts and uncertainties be like the morn sure
to come after tonight

in paradise where our differences are the differences between
light and light

hold me as tight as I hold my faith in love to see us through
this situation

as sure as I know in my heart that you are my pre-destination

relive once again memories that we made when we talked 'til the
dusk sung it's rhyme

when I poured all of me into your heart and mind and I knew you
heard me that time

fly me tonight to that heaven where slumber is our one and only
foe

a glimpse of a life spent with you free from pain...and woe...

the gift of a sunny morn

***for my daughter, my brightest morning***

the morning plays its song like a siren
and it shatters the silence of the night
shed your blanket of darkness and listen
so little it asks for the touch of light

it dares you to throw away all your fears
open your eyes and then be on your way
without apprehensions, dry all your tears
its not much to pay for a bright new day

awake from the nightmares that plague your sleep,
made your eyes blind to the glorious morning
hope is not found on a slumber so deep;
so cheap a price for a new beginning

though your soul be aching, your heart be torn,
heal them with the gift of a sunny morn

Half Moon

pretty, pretty stars tonight join me in my flight
as i dance across the heavens on my dimmed half-light
no clouds to hide my longing of that which makes me whole
waiting for the moment your love would make me full
though hard they try to twinkle the best that they could do
pretty, pretty stars cannot measure up to you

lovely, lovely sea below a picture of pure calm
in contrast with the sorrow of a solitary palm
throws back a stranger's face that i suppose is me
without the other half of what i want to be
but calm or not, there's nothing that it could ever do
lovely, lovely sea below is not a match for you

lonely, lonely me walks by the heavens sad and dreaming
in awe with all I'm seeing but more with what I'm longing
these loving thoughts I whisper are truths that'll live for years
with prayers for directing their music to your ears
another night of wanting but nothing i could do
lonely, lonely me's not full without the love from you

18th of June

***i fell in love once with someone i haven't seen personally yet.
we used to chat a lot and w/o knowing it, we fell in love. the
18th of june was the date set for us to meet face to face. we did
meet, and we lasted 3 years. was it real love, who's to say...***

so long to wait for so short a dance
so much at stake for a simple glance
so rest our worlds for a single day
will we to part or forever stay?

what makes this love so probable
is what's making it vulnerable
so much we yearn to hold and kiss
will this be a case of hit and miss?

emotions flew for miles away
a dangerous game we chose to play
so much to lose, so much to win
will we find gold or a bucket of tin?

souls entwined and hearts in tune
will these stay true when May turns to June?
the longer we yearn the harder we fall
or will be winners after all?

from, nobody

***no rhymes, intended this as an anonymous letter***

i know  you don't know me. though there were times when
i've been close to you, i doubt if you even noticed me.
i'm the  guy who can't take  his  eyes of you, who gets
breathless when you flash that pretty smile of yours.

i just want  you to know  how beautiful i find you with
those  eyes  that  seem  to  be  two  stars  trying  to
outsparkle  each  other  that  for every  new glimpse i
have  of  them, they're  more  beautiful  than  what  i
recall  them  to  be. they draw my own eyes like sirens
draw  sailors, irresistable  like that force that calls
countless of birds and prompts them to migrate whenever
winter nears.

so  too  is  your smile. only a perfect sunset can ever
come  close in comparison, one that manifests itself on
a sky  with  a score or so of cumulus clouds, the still
waters  of a bright blue sea, and the sun half submerge
over  the  horizon, blazing  hot  crimson, tainting the
clouds  to  look  like  mountains  on fire, spreading a
blanket  of  red  over  the bluish sea and sky. the end
result, a  painting  unmatched  by  masters, a  unique
phenomena  a  shade away from that level of beauty that
you always muster just by flashing your smile.

well,  i've never  seen a  real  angel, but if what was
written about them were true, then i've been seeing one
almost  everyday, so  close yet so very far away. maybe
it's  just  my broken heart, maybe it's just my need to
believe  in  beauty  after  all  the  rubbish i've been
exposed to, maybe  it's just my imagination, pretending
someone  could  be more beautiful than her who broke my
heart, and believing. whatever, i just want you to know
how very beautiful i find you.

Constant

mornings come with sunshine, rain or snow
skies be sometimes blue or dark as night
amongst a crowd you'll see a friend or foe
you'll smile or cry, cower in fear or fight
thread your way in pain or merrily go
regardless though, i'll always stay in sight

you'll sing a song of loss and loneliness
whistle a tune for the beauty of life
jump with joy in moments of happiness
hang on a limb or an edge of a knife
fall or fly high, your needs be more, or less
i'm by your side come good times or strife

i'll watch with joy when you are being blest
when tired, i'll take your burdens while you rest

Add A Little

***no rhymes here either...***

add the weight of your head
to the world I carry on my shoulder
and you will make my load as light as a feather

add the touch of your hand
to the future I hold in my palm
and you will bring only bright tomorrows

add the warmth of your body
to this searing pain in my soul
and you will douse it like water on fire

Bread Crumbs

***this one doesn't rhyme but it's one of my favorites***

my heart's a bakery out of business
with heartaches like moldy loaves of bread
overflowing it's chambers and shelves

you're curious like the proverbial cat
when you walked in, wandered, explored,
stealing every morning a single loaf

I warned you not to eat it and I was afraid
for there's no way you can take them all in
but you were deaf, or stupid, in love

it made me curious too so i followed you one day
and saw you on the park sitting on a bench
tossing bread crumbs for the birds

when my heart's chambers and shelves are empty
I thought you will not return again
but you came carrying a sign "BACK IN BUSINESS"

you nailed it on my heart with a smile
and gave me the recipes of lots of good things
about life...and love.

Bury 'Em

***a poem about letting a painful past go***

for every song that's proven wrong
let go of all their glory
and sing no more their ancient lore
and promises gone awry
then say goodbye to every lie
dead singers made you carry

for every rhyme outlived by time
denounce them for their frailty
read not the dirge between their words
embedded in their beauty
then stop the tears induced by fears
dead poets brought a-plenty

for every prose unveiled as woes
that made you feel so weary
forget their schemes and broken dreams
let's weave a new love story
then paint a sky for us to fly
dead writers, let's go bury...!

FLOWERS OF MAY

in a trance with the dance of the flowers of may
and the sight of my love having fun
with the grace like a lace that is riding the wind
and a smile i mistook for the sun

there she hops then stops like a lone butterfly
that is caught with surprise in her heart
with so much flow'rs to touch in this garden of kings
well, she can't decide where to start

if she knows that a rose is no match for her charms
then she gives not an ounce of care
as she kneels at the heels of the flowers about
to inhale the scents that they wear

in a trance with the dance of the flowers of may
and the sight of my love having fun
and i smile for a while coz i know in my heart
she'll be here by my side when she's done