You are too young and too much of an amateur
to be looking for clues where there are none.

instead, my dear,
just do what you have been doing all along
write what you feel, feel what you write,
and let your imagination run wild

in due time,
you'll come to know
where creativity
is born

Okay, I won't say what my eyes saw
I won't say what my ears heard
But I would say what my heart felt
And I would speak what my soul feels today
---

A road, again, walked on and on
This road leads to a world
Where thoughts stream seamlessly
Towards the radiance of the sun

And I walk, step by step,
Often distracted by the signs,
I encounter as I walk

But many times, I keep on going on
without caring about
the signs I encountered,
I ignored them through
And I just see ahead upon the road
The scenery itself that I leave behind
And i keep walk onwards

This road is endless
It seems it has no end

But I walk and walk on it
I walk it with my words
Sometimes I feel breathless
And take a break
Upon the sidewalk,
Until I start to walk again
Towards a journey I cannot explain

But my souls feels like an explorer
Like I have discovered the greatest lands
Where pastures abound, greens everywhere!
Waterfalls falling, rivers flowing,
Eagles flying up up above in the sky
So much beauty,
That I can only feel but not write.

Do you find the light too bright?
Even though, it's midnight?
Can you see how brigh it shines?
Up above in the starry sky?

I have seen the road to Mars
As I sat upon a car
I could see how far away
those stars led the way

There are planets like some trees
that grow, and grow, so green!
And that make the universe
look youthful and serene.

There are other planets too
that become like a bomb
that tick and tock
like time often does

As if time was
trapped inside a clock
- just tick and tock --
Hammering with rhythm
Non-stop.
To break the lock
To free Himself,
with no apparent luck.

But every tick
And every tock
It can be heard by People
Who stick
their ears
to the clock
Just following the rhythm
Not knowing how free
Their time
Without making it explode!

God is not the sun,
He is the ocean
where all the rivers try to get to

and each of us
is a drop
that when combined with other drops
create a body of water

yet I heard someone
once say
"you are an ocean in one drop"

So I supposed,
one drop can hold the ocean
and one ocean can hold many many drops

it's been a while since I wrote like I usually do
without paying attention to meter or rhymes
but rather by just jotting my thoughts down
as if I were drawing
scribbling lines, dots, shapes, multiple
doodles that resemble snakes
that bite, coil, and rattle
as they slither through paper from pen

To then attack

as if the paper was the ground where I stood,
calmly gazing onto the sky of my imagination,
getting lost within the lines of thoughts,
as if the lines were the clouds moving, and moving,
just moving nothing but me to write
a windy passage of time
that blows
and blows away
the doodles
of snakes
into
a piece
of art

I came to be nothing but a shell
swayed by ocean waves
to and fro, to and fro,
landing on a shore, close to palms, and the sun

Dec 1, 2015

the songs we sing
are nothing but notes;
just knots in our chests,
melodies in our throats,
that ache to be heard
that yearn to unknot themselves
from our vocal chords
from the symphonies
of our thoughts.


Nov 30, 2015 8:34 pm