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JoBe Arenas Apr 2014
An action and an intention
Without prior consideration
Leads to a lot of correction
After the wrong execution

When the harm has been done
And the moment long gone

Apologies are expected
But are not whole hearted
JoBe Arenas Apr 2014
I fished one day
Not expecting I would be prey
The boat suddenly shook
I knew I was on the hook

The line had been cast
Going nowhere fast
Slowly tugged on the reel
Pulled in I could feel

That days catch
I could not match
Even if it was moon light
I couldn't stay in the night

It didn't take a femme fatale
Just a woman and a tail
A pure beautiful mermaid
JoBe Arenas Apr 2014
He lights another smoke
While she lays on the bed
The night is still young
But the flames are dead

Thoughts running through her mind
Of decisions lacking foresight
But she keeps staying
Over and over again

Thoughts running through his mind
All the sweetness and mushy loving
But he still can't give it all up
The thrill and the passion of "love"

Fragments of feelings
Of not so long ago
What keeps them going
Despite all the fighting

Right from the start
Their glow was fading
Doomed to the fate
Of a doused sad ending
edited for grammar issues
JoBe Arenas Apr 2014
I was walking through a forest
In the dreamscapes of my sleep
Beside the tree that was nearest
A lady on her knees would weep

I asked "What is the matter?"
She replied "All men are the same,
All bad none any better
Breaking promises with no shame

Then I was walking by the beach
A boy building castles in the wet sands
Hastily he would mold each
No *****, no shovel just hands

I asked " Why the hurry?"
He replied " The tide is furious
Every now and then quickly bury
My castles built so glorious

Then I was at a crossroads
An old man stood at the middle
At his sides were swords
On his back a worn fiddle

I asked " Grandpa are you lost?"
He replied " Too long have I been gone
From the home I long the most
I've forgotten the way, now I stand alone"

Then I was staring into a mirror
But no image I could see
The absence of logic was horror
The dream into a nightmare now it be

I wish I become not like the three
Something not worse but good
Back into the dream I be
Then into a void I stood
JoBe Arenas Apr 2014
Oh mother must you still have to suffer?
For sacrifices you have given me
A sweet love I have known from no other
A love so true, so pure, so rare to see
Through your hardship I came unto this life
Through your guidance I had learned word for word
Wonderful mother and enduring wife
Defending her family shield on sword
Why has life drained you so much forcefully
But yet you resist to give up your fight
For your child, your husband, your family
As you lead the way as a shining light
May life give you the justice you deserve
Your loving legacy it shall preserve
JoBe Arenas Apr 2014
A painful sight are the city lights
As it forcefully reminds me
The memories of long before
Of an innocent time of glee
Were those few days and nights
With love, so much love I loved thee

Those days I loved could be counted
Those days I loved showed me
The sands of time unforgiving
How quickly I lost thee
I wish I could have time extended
For a few, few more short days with me

I have cut my love with hurt
So deep no one could see
I thought all hope was lost
But one day my love gave me
Actions of sweet forgiveness
Of my ignorance, ignorant actions and me

In a sweet short paramour we fled
That was used to escape reality
It was chasing us close by
To destroy the fantasy
But I could not give up my love
My sweet secret love, my sweet love oh thee

I cared nothing for the results
As long as I had my sweet love with me
Of the responsibility and lies
That were growing attached to me
But I had to see the light
The bright light, the light I denied to see

They say if you love someone
You're willing to set them free
To chase their dreams and goals
Wherever it may be
I too needed some time
To be me, just only me

Possibly in another time
Or in another life maybe,
That we would be together
Happily ever after are we
Or it could just be that never
I and my love are meant to be
a sonnet loosely in the style of Edgar Allan Poe

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