HEAVEN:HELL

Neither beneath your soiled feet
nor above your purified eyes

:they dwell like dark and light
in your mind
:like closed fists and white flags
in a duel
:like fire and ice at the
end of the world

you live in between
two individualties on your burdened shoulders
there is an Atlas in you
though a galaxy's worth more
for he only has the world on him
and you have life and death that weeps at your call
heaven and hell buried in your
subterranean will
that makes you most human

I need some time with me, not to refuse the love of company
Just to know that I'm all by myself
But never quite alone

Warm summer twilights
bathing the rusty french windows
in gentle amber dye
from somewhere not so distant
a *** brews the stew
suffusing bittersweet familiarity
in every corner
mother just came back
tired yet refreshed
from outsmarting luck all day long
in the bed I lay like a log
disgruntled from several unturned slumbers,
though thoroughly pleased
everybody else was a mess outside
a commotion of playful shouting
unmeant scolding, light laughters
the affairs of the day drowned
by the sweet chorus of the mayas
evening news blares from the television,
stoic narration of the day's misfortunes
and the usual grub
neighbors fill in their houses
with their retiring presence
together, we all await
the vessel of darkness docking
in our own roofs,
blessing us with the grace of the stars,
the breeze of the unknown
under the eyes of the moon
for another day has concluded
quite wonderfully

Smiles—the same on anyone
Anywhere in the world
*Are we that different, afterall?

Dim streetlights, wet pavements ahead of you
I know how lonely it can get but it's the only way
Pick yourself from the edge and carry on
No one is waiting but it's worth every chance

Painful goodbyes are all yesterday
Fix back the dream you let fall apart
It might be a long drive to a dead end
But you'll live through, somehow, someday

Come back home,
You've gone too far
In that little corner of your heart is a better tomorrow

Come back home,
There is a shred of hope from where you left
It's never too late, don't run away from yourself anymore
Come home, come home

Your bright smiles disquiet me
Something sinister lurks from behind
Sneaking, watching over anything corruptible

An angel
A precious one
Deceiving kindness
Seductive charm

Winged back, fair and pure
Feathers grimed with lies
Oh, I know better
I know your hands are tied to strings
Of puppets which ran
The carnival
The game of manipulation

Whitewashed gown drowning in knives
Hitting two birds with one stone
First, to stab the backs of those
Who made the mistake of trusting you
Second, to slash the pockets
Of those fortunate, enough to be
Unfortunate at your hands

The halo is a burning bush
Bringing in believers of your staged miracles
Pulling them into a greedy covenant
Until such time you can push them off to Mt. Sin

Twisted angel,
I've got you figured out
Twisted angel,
I can see you
Twisted angel,
Careful for I can twist your tricks
Just like how you twist everybody else