touch

it happened without warning.

she touched my arm,
although my heart  was aching  pain.
pain from the broken love,
requiem for the love lost.

but her touch drew warm breadth,
to a love's dying sigh.

and then,
my soul endeared by her touch,
that i continued to believe that there was love,
between lost souls.

between,
lost touching souls...

smile

smile,
pause the moment,
and smile.

give me a glimpse;
just enough to see your eyebrow,
and a tinge of smile of your lips.

it is enough for me to rest.
to rest in this moment of torment.

so please,
smile...

10:01 am Saturday

So anguish is exhaustible after all...

as long your mind will continue to be reflective and creative.

creativity, therefore is human's greatest mastery of fate.

it  is the  hidden-commandment, in the use of free will.

11:21 pm thursday

just so confused.

it is now for me to decide,

and forever forego my fate.

to love,

or not to love,

is always been a decision.

but to forego love, is to take the pain.

take the pain.

take the pain...

13Jan2013 at 5:56pm

maybe this is my fate.
to forever lost onto love,
and lost out of love.

romantics.
romance of the heart.
forever, not knowing to know what love is,
but feeling of what love is all about.

maybe,
just maybe, we humans are not intended to love at all.
but to live an illusion.
through love,
dominion over other species,
including our kind.

Sunday 13jan2013 at 1:35 pm

Say the rumor was true.

What then?

Do you avoid her?

Do you continue to be friends with her?

Or do you  ask her if it is  true?

All these questions lead to one thing:

You  care and love her so much;

Praying that the rumor will be false!

So again what then if it is true?

Will you take her in?

Will you love her?

This then will be your test!

Love is never a gold-plated stamp with ‘True Love’.

Love is a test of acceptance...

Of meaning in the shameful path of fate...

And of redemption, despite of everything.

Love therefore is taking the pain;

For taking the pain, one needs to heal...

To love truthfully.

Sunday-13Jan2013 at 11:46am

My feeling of anguish is beyond me to defeat.

Lingering toxic thought poisoning my entire soul.

Hearsays, hearsays,

Lies, lies, lies

Mite be true, but hurtful.

Mite be false, hurtful still.

So hurtful that I can not trust myself to love.

In time maybe, i can be healed.

But In God’s time, in God’s time, my soul be would be rested.

Oh God, release me from this anguish...