Saturday, December 25, 2010

~ Wound ~

Wound ........

Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,
an always discontent contentment,
a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,
a loneliness in the midst of people,
a never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.

It’s being enslaved of your own free will;
it’s counting your defeat a victory;
it’s staying loyal to your killer.

But if it’s so self-contradictory,
how can Love, when Love chooses,
bring human hearts into sympathy?

Sunday, December 19, 2010

~ The Journey~

The Journey.......

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do.

though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.

It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.

But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

~ The Game of Love ~

The Game of Love .......

Love is a cruel game.
It has a line so thin between winning and losing,
it seems to almost laugh at you.

Love is a game that can be elusive.
No matter how hard some try to join in,
love always finds a way to slither away.

Love is a game that has an unusual way of conning you into it.
It may sneak up behind you,
or confront you face-to-face.

Love is a fast-paced game that changes quickly.
One moment you can be on top of the game,
the next, you can be dragging behind in the gutters.

Love is a game without any rules.
Anyone can be a victim to the game of love,
though not always does this feel true.

Love is a game that is surreal when winning.
Everything seems to be perfect,
life seems to be flawless.

Love is a game that always finds a way to turn the tables on you.
Just when everything seems too good to be true,
love has a way of turning it back around and rubbing it in your face.

Love is a game that never ends peacefully.
No matter what happens one side will still feel empty,
in the game of love someone always has to lose.

Monday, December 13, 2010

~ Whisper of the Heart ~

Whisper of the Heart .........

as the light pierces the dark
friday morning, illuminating
everything in its path
I woke up with a purpose;

my time has come,
this is the end of the road,
scavenging through my senses
I regain my conscious;

as I slowly open my eyes
the sound of my heart beating
and the calmness of the land
tell me everything is going to be ok;

could not help think what could be,
if the sun rose with you here with me.
thoughts deep within, tantalizing,
embedded visions so mesmerizing.

tucked away, as my heart becomes still,
once more imagination does it will.
thinking all day of magic we share,
close my eyes and picture you here.

emotions set in, sparking the flame,
and creating such burning desire.
sometimes love is but a game,
we are burnt by the roaring fire.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

~ Biarkan ~

Biarkan ..........

Biarkan saja...
masa berlalu
kita tidak mampu untuk mengejarnya
hanya lakukan apa yang patut dilakukan

biarkan saja ...
apa yang hendak dia lakukan
kita hanya mampu melihat
berkata apa

biarkan saja ...
apa yang dia kejarkan
kita tidak mampu untuk menahannya

biarkan saja ....
apa yang ia ingin miliki
kita tidak mampu untuk menghalangnya

biarkan saja ...
kita hanya ada mata untuk melihat
ada teliga untuk mendengar
dan ada tangan untuk berdoa

biarkan saja ...

sesungguhnya kita tidak berdaya
hanya pada Allah kita memohon
agar tidak menjadi orang yang alpa
dan hanya menuruti nafsu

Saturday, December 4, 2010

~ Along the Way ~

Along the Way ........

Along the way,
a moment shimmers into being,
frames itself
to image where you are.
You see it in an instant,
choose aperture and shutter
to best expose the secret
opening in your lens,
in clearest shades
of light and shadow.

Some images are signposts,
a mark
of where you've been,
and others, guides
to where you've yet to go.
Destination never was the point,
for any line is many points,
each an opportunity
to stop
and turn
and look at what you find,
and what finds you,
along the way.

What matters is how
–not when or where,
or even what–
you see.

With each exposure
grows an attitude of seeing
not the surface,
but the light
which opens,
from the center.
And together,
these moments make
a luminous arrangement,
a constellation
to brighten midnight skies
for those you've met,
and known,
and loved
along your way.

~ One More Time ~

One More Time ........

Nothing I must do
Nowhere I should be
No one in my life
To answer to .... but me

No more candlelight
No more purple skies
No one to be near
As my heart slowly dies

If I could hold you one more time
like in the days when you where mine
I'd look at you 'till I was blind
So you would stay

I'd say a prayer each time you'd smile
Cradle the moments like a child
I'd stop the world if only
I Could hold you one more time

I've memorized your face
I know your touch by heart
Still lost in your embrace
I'd dream of where you are

If I could hold you one more time
Like in the days when you were mine
I'd look at you 'till I was blind
So you would stay

I'd say a prayer each time you'd smile
Cradle the moments like a child
I'd stop the world if only
I Could hold you one more time

One more time