it came to me in a dream

i present to you

crazy eyes 

with champagne pockets

and butterflies..

mary mary

tumbling hill

blue rainbows

and yellow pills..

falling down

but backwards

climbing up

afterwards...

ironic irony

sad good-byes

liquid dreams

and crystallize..

all the kings horses

and symmetry

lost in a maze

of melody..

and i to you

and crowded rooms

and witches east

and west brooms..

with champagne pockets

and butterflies

i present to you

crazy eyes...

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i used to be scared of the sunlight
the darkness held all of my deepest secrets..
..hid all of the things i didn't want to see
even from me...yes, that place void of light
made me feel safe.

looking back through old memories
makes me ponder where i am now
stuck in the twilight noon of a past
i hate to remember, a past filled with so much anger
i could SCREAM...

i used to be scared of the sunlight
scared that they too might see
i am really a nobody..and nobody ever sees me..
the way i am..i couldn't even see myself in the darkness
but i was comfortable with that.

what makes us who we are?
what drives us to stay, or go or get stuck?
what drives others' actions and
what are the answers?

i used to love the calmness of night time
the stillness of my bedroom where only i felt my tears
only i could quieten the wailing of my heart
where only i could comfort my discomfort
where i could breathe.

on a night like tonight
i feel like nothing's changed and it makes me feel sad at first
but then angry...why me? why not me? why at all?
i wanna stand so tall, so brave so mighty!
but i can't stand failing miserably.

i used to be so scared of the sun's glow
of everything being at the surface
of my imperfections being on display
still, i took a chance and i stepped out of the shadows
fearless...

i'd felt like i was on top of the world
felt like the sweetest chocolate high
but all my bravado has really showed me was
that the darkness was the last place where i was truly happy...
so...return there.

in my mind.

there is an eerie

silence that has

existed in this 

space since as

far back as i

can remember...

they're howling

winds and cold

winter chills

in the middle

of summer

in this room...

two warm bo-

dies have got-

ten used to

the monoto-

ny of walk-

ing past each

other in silence..

this room is

so dark in the

afternoon the 

silence of this

moment is tea-

ring apart my

outer skin...

i guess i'm not as hardcore as i believed

(damn! i've been deceived by my subconscious)

yet this weird

noiseless va-

cuum behind 

the door of 

that room is 

the only place

i feel like i

am not 

pretending...

(written a long time ago)

poetry, poetry, poetry

words, sounds, music

letters, scores, lyrics

verbal, mental, physical

crowded, lonely, individual

verses, stanzas, phrases

lines, paragraphs, pages

sour, bitter, sweet

cold, warm, heat

stage, platform, lights

noon, day, midnight

islands, cities, continents

foreign, local, inhabitants

odes, epics, haikus

ballads, narrative, senryu

rap, alternative, neo-soul

reggae, jazz, calypso

artist, performer, writer

eyes, audience, listener

feeling, breathing, beating

story, telling, speaking

heart, soul, mind

poetry is the universal breath of mankind.

what i feel.

if i could only reach you
teach you the inner and
outer workings of my heart
hold your hand from start to
finish, smile and let your
fears diminish...
i would.

if i could only let you feel
steel melting into gold sands
that trickle through hands
i long to feel embrace
my soul and erase all the ashes your
fire has left...
i would.

if only i could make you understand
man and woman together, is musical
in any weather once the chords are
right, light is bright, the grips are
tight and the loving is, you know,
dynamite! love can be the new
drug...
i would.

i would.

but i have closed the door
on those memories that made
me soar on wings of forever more
i have walked a mile in my mind to
separate the time and place where
we met, yet, i just can't let myself
forget the music...

if only i could reach you
send telepathic messages
to you to make you
understand what i feel...
what i feel..
what i feel.

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i got a call on my phone today
from a man named mr. brown
said he could hear my weary heartbeat
halfway across the town.

"oh, you've got to be kidding" i said

he said "i kid you not!"

said i'd woke him out of his sleep
since half past 2 o'clock.

"so what is it that troubles you dear
as i'm already up
i'm willing to let you talk off my ear
till your weary heart shuts up"

"well, mr. brown you see it's that
i've been dragged down to the ground
i've lost the music of my soul
and the cool jazz in my sound"

"do you know the secret" he said
"to inner happiness?
it's found in recognizing the beauty within
and the wonders you possess."

"it's in the smallest of things
the atom of a sunrise
it's in the knowledge of recognising
truth lies within one's eyes."

with words like these i started to feel
like i could make it through

"Mr. Brown i'm so very glad
my beating heart found you"

"now rest your weary heart my dear
and let you mind be free
with a soul so pure and precious as yours
you will create your own melody."

"remember that you are beautiful
your essence is a rare birth
don't ever settle for a glass half empty
when a full one is what you're worth."

"thank you, thank you mr. brown
your words i shall forever keep!"

"and now that your beating heart has calmed my dear,
i think i'll go catch up on some sleep!"

the end.