Just Around the Corner

Part of me is with you still, somewhere up in your arid hills

But I can’t go back and fetch my soul, even though I know

Like our love, it’s.....

Just Around the Corner

Things aren’t quite as they seem inside my domain

You can’t know about everything

only pleasure and pain.

You wonder why I come here with head to my hands

Where else can I be cured and the king of your mansion?

A thorn in your side

and a child to protect that claims he’s free.

Just around the corner

half a mile to heaven

Strong enough to hold you

starved for some affection.

Darling

come quickly

come ease my mind

For my prayers have not been answered in a long time.

I’ve already made my bed

like it or not

As long as there’s no regrets I’ll be here

when the ride stops.

These comforts to me and these crosses to bare

with which we live.

Just around the corner

half a mile to heaven

Strong enough to hold you

starved for some affection.

Baby

I can’t drag you into this mess!

I’m the thorn in your side and the child to protect.

Just around the corner

half a mile to heaven

Strong enough to hold you

starved for some affection.

Darling

come quickly

come ease my mind

For my prayers have not been answered in a long time.

Just Around the Corner, sung by Cock Robin

Your Smile

Half of heaven, half of hope, half of me.

Your smile is magical, mean so much and more.

Let me kiss it to completion…

Chasing the Horizon

Standing there, watching the evening’s magic act. The sun burst into splashes of gold, crimson, and violet as she hit the horizon. Out of nowhere, she changed into her white gown, and began to ascend into a new sky. She lit a silver carpet on the ocean’s surface, one that led straight to me.

Was she calling me, asking me to follow her path, one that led to the edge of the world, that led to the edge of me? Would I find my own avatars when I got there? Would I understand the different shades, the various shapes I personified? Would I know the secret to my own magic act?

I watch my avatar swimming in the waves. I wonder what she looks like. Is she the classic mermaid of fairytales? Does she resemble me in form, in thought? Did I invent her to reach the horizon, to look over the edge of my destiny, before I get there?

The horizon is where the water meets the sky, where the moon meets the sun, where the mermaid meets you. It came to me, as I was silently falling asleep last night. It is an illusion, created by me for an answer, the answer to my existence, to my purpose…

Guardian Angel

In spite of all your ignorance of my emotions…
I want to be your Guardian Angel…
Looking out for you with my every passing breath.

I will be like the sponge absorbing your pains and giving you the chance to smile. I will hold you when you stumble in pain and your footsteps pause in confusion. I would be your shadow, keep in step with you as you walk through the life. Guiding you, if you arrive at crossroads, make your choice and banish the worries.

Yet… I am human and can err... If I have hurt you, if because of my foolishness and misunderstandings you have shed a tear, please punish me but don’t let go of me.

But then… you chose to turn away from me not because you wanted to but because you felt… you had no choice. Yet I realize the pain in your heart. Maybe that is why I am still holding your fingers, still being your shadow, still walking with you, still waiting for your return. You choose to walk past me. Making me invisible in your eyes. I can silently suffer that pain because I know it hurts you too…

Let me live each moment of this blessed life… where my heart beats for you…

The Broken Step

Just like in life, you will hit a broken path and you can choose to turn around, or to keep going and see whats at the end of that struggle to get above where you are....

Unlearning Love

It was 4 am and still she was awake. She was starry-eyed, but not because she couldn’t sleep. She was trying hard to fight back the dew drops falling down her cheek. Everything was throbbing… body, heart and mind.

He just closed the door, and her heart smashed in it.

She didn’t know what to feel.

Disoriented, she fidgets for her phone. Stares at it, then decides to shut it off instead. She wakes up few hours, pillow drenched… with a real bad headache. She’s gonna party today she says. Being alone and unattached ain’t that bad. Yet when the music started playing, she hears one of their so many songs, and… she cries.

She couldn’t believe she still had tears left.

It was all going back to her. How he systematically turned her life around with his presence, how his voice intoxicated her. Clinging on to whats left of her hear life, she shuts those visions off. Enough... But she knew that the person she was trying to forget was the only one she needed to ease the pain.

Perhaps erything wasn’t as cosmic as she thought after all.

She wanted to look for someone to blame but she knew too well that she won’t find anyone. She crafted her own sweet suicide. And yet amidst of it all, she still craves being lost in his arms. The only choice should be to flatiron all hopes until she was numb. If only she can unlearn loving him, she would. Then later on perhaps she can unlearn how to cry, how to block the visions of their hands intertwined, how to numb her skin from reliving the feel of his touch, the warmth of his breath, the comfort of his arms.

It’s never easy - unlearning love letting go what’s hard to even hide needing and wanting. She can forget him… Of course…

Colorful Moments

Images fascinate me… reminds me of precious moments of my life and the world around me that have slipped away. Those moments have become snapshots in memory, pushed into the recesses of my mind, some even lost in the cobwebs of time, work and relationships. And these images are evidence of a time gone by.

From the shades of black and white to the brilliance of the colors of digital technology, the images sang the song of my life.

The years of life with family and friends, a passage through time, from childhood to adulthood. There lies my past… a wonderful kaleidoscope of colors, emotions and changes. And these colorful moments, as the years roll by, they are special… a tear, a smile, moments of love and many more captured in a piece of film and cherished for ever.

Images... a collage of moments spaced out in time. A concoction of sentiments, twirl through the past, through the familiar landscapes of the bygone. Today will transform into another image, another yesterday, as I step into a “present day” in a tomorrow...

Loving Touch

When I touch you there exists nothing else,
and I am wholly with you.
Yet when I touch you there is everything else,
as I receive the whole earth in you.
When I touch you I touch the earth,
and when I touch you I receive her in return.

In you I touch her intelligence.
I feel her strength.
I hear her waters.
I breathe her fragrance.
I taste her winds.
I see her beauty…

A Sweet Daydream

A man was on the beach…

It was around midnight and everyone was asleep, or so she thought. She snook out of the house and went to the docks to silently cry by herself and ponder on some thoughts that have been lingering in her mind. Teardrops fell on her cheeks as she thought of that day she’ll leave the people she loves so dearly...

She wept some more while gazing at the rustic full moon and magnificently clear skies. An evanescent reflection showing with a blurry tear-stained eyes of mine...

Then suddenly, footsteps were amiss...

And she saw the man, walking towards the weeping, broken lady. He gazed up at the beautiful sky and she saw a tear run down his cheek. Speaking the words “don’t go” as he went closer to where she was crying. He looked deep into her bittersweet eyes...

And they were locked in love’s eternally warm embrace... never to be torn apart...

Let These be Your Desires

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
But if you love and must needs have desires,
Let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook
That sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
And give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer
For the beloved in your heart
And a song of praise upon your lips.

~ Kahlil Gibran

The beauty of a perfect kiss

Feeling the sensation of your lips as they slide over mine
Taste like honey to my soul as taking me to a different place in time

Kiss me in the tip of desire
Kiss me with limitless passion
Kiss me until the dawn arrives

Waiting

The sound of your voice lingers becomes my favorite song
My desire for you pierces me
Shatters my solitude
...and I await your return

Why Do All Good Things Come To An End?

Flames To Dust,

Lovers To Friends,

Why Do All Good Things Come To An End~~~

This is a nice song sung by Nelly Furtado. Well, I think this song suits me. I don’t know really why I am in love with this song. I think it’s due to the beat and the chorus, floating comes to mind. The hole song just melt in my ears. It’s so chilled and stuff and I also love the lyrics…

All Good Things
(sung by Nelly Furtado)

Honestly what will become of me

don’t like reality

It’s way too clear to me

But really life is daily

We are what we don’t see

Missed everything daydreaming

Flames to dust

Lovers to friends

Why do all good things come to an end

Flames to dust

Lovers to friends

Why do all good things come to an end

Traveling I only stop at exits

Wondering if I’ll stay

Young and restless

Living this way I stress less

I want to pull away when the dream dies

The pain sets in and I don’t cry

I only feel gravity and I wonder why

Flames to dust

Lovers to friends

Why do all good things come to an end

Flames to dust

Lovers to friends

Why do all good things come to an end

come to an end, come to an

Why do all good things come to an end?

come to an end, come to an

Why do all good things come to an end?

Well the dogs were whistling a new tune

Barking at the new moon

Hoping it would come soon so that they could

Dogs were whistling a new tune

Barking at the new moon

Hoping it would come soon so that they could

Die die die die…

Flames to dust

Lovers to friends

Why do all good things come to an end

Flames to dust

Lovers to friends

Why do all good things come to an end

come to an end, come to an

Why do all good things come to an end?

come to an end, come to an

Why do all good things come to an end?

Well the dogs were barking at a new moon

Whistling a new tune

Hoping it would come soon

And the dogs were barking at the new moon

Whistling a new tune

Hoping it would come soon so that they could die...