This is dedicated to my parents.

Under These Fateful Skies

Under the moonlit sky
I see myself with mission to do
Find somewhere a spot in this
Whole universe
To make people more happier
Or you a much more lovelier you

It may take me a short time, or longer
To believe in the magic in helping people
Come together
To a feast of the eyes, a spiritual journey
For the heart
And a far beautiful purpose in the earth
Other than to let it come apart

Under the sky I belonged to the words
I shall not succumb, towards the graying zone
I find peace in my dominion quickly dissolving against
The storm
For where I find the silence I shall direct myself to this
As long as I can rise from the mat then I will accomplish
What I please

It has to start somewhere between the days from now
Of all we need to do we need to have gathered somehow
From the hands that hold, the eyes that spot, the arms
That build
Forever will a life be held safer when it is stability that
We know to wield.

Poetic Thoughts About A Rose

Fingers wrapped around a single rose
I find the perfect moment to be with you.
In the coldest days where I cannot find peace or
the pace at which I walk a hundred walks to
hear some solace, I almost wanted to prick
myself with this rose.

Yet this rose has the ability to make you smile,
to make you lift yourself high up in the clouds
on your worst day, to be said upon paragraph
and paragraph of poetic finesse, as the dusk
begins to prowl faster on your head than any muse.

Who are we to match each other with finitude
and depth strong enough to block each other away?
Who are we to make a rose not live within its own
stem? Youth is encapsulated inside these simple
things, just like the flow of the river or the height
of the birds that fly beyond our mark or so.

I just want you to know, that a single piece of
emotion is priceless, so wander not into the forests
of our darker side, but flourish with the reflection
of beauty and awe, as gentle as the winds that brought
you to your shore.. Without less remorse over the
crushed fits of sadness over the final hours that you
thought will come alive again.