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