Monday, December 12, 2011

In spite of all the fear



that one day we'll part our ways,
I remain strong and confident.

Despite I know one day
we won't meet with each other again,
I will not get tired waiting for you,
listening to your words,
even my hair turns to ashes.




Despite I know I will
let you go someday,
deep inside I know our feet
shall bring us together in a thing called "home."

Despite you will have to choose to forget about me,
and dispose all memories of me,
I will find my way back to you.

Our worries, our fears, our angers,
our smiles, our hope, our love—
they have been a part of
who I am today.

This is all what I learned.
And you taught me all this.
I will take these even to my dreams.

For without you,
I could have just settled for
being alone.

No one could ever get me—
but you.

***
RE
12-11-11

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Being by one's self



“I guess it is in solitude that we come to our own terms on things; not only is it the time that we tend to, but I find it is a moment where we reflect and explore deep into our own thoughts on how things are or were. I would describe solitude to myself as a spiritual moment to be fair, it is in solitude that I feel like I’m drifting away into my dreams that I want to fulfill, another adventure to go on whilst venturing out the door one morning and being where I want myself to be.” —RE

Friday, November 18, 2011

You are my sky

One shape.
for I always look up to you,
and you look after me.

You have never changed a thing.
You have given me more reason
to feel the warmth of your endearment.


You have crushed all my worries;
you have never thought ill of me.
You are killing me—
with those ceaseless cares and wits.

I have never thought you could be like this,
hanging on the cliff of my whims.
I have never foreseen how special I could be—
I was blinded and my judgment was clouded,
with all of you.

What could I ask for, when all I have is you.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Illuminate

Take me there.



















the heart that is wrapped by
dark clouds and locked by
your blinding lightning.

Illuminate
the heart that is clutched to
your gloomy heart ensconced
in the seat of your happiness.

Illuminate
this heart—
fierce but full of fear—
that your heart owns.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

I found you

I breathe you.


When I first saw you,
I thought it would be the last time
I would meet you. 

When I first saw you, 
I thought it was all just a dream; 
I dreamt of you so many nights. 

When I first saw you, 
I never thought I could be with you. 
I had waited for you. 

When I first saw you, 
I was lifeless. 
Now, I continue to live. 

My life support system is—you.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Sweet


"Hands,
touching hands,
reaching out..
Touching me, 
touching you.."

It's a song
I put inside my pocket.
But it's raining--
I hope it won't get wet.

If it gets wet,
I might forget the lyrics,
but not the music.

You are the music for my soul.

Friday, August 12, 2011

New Message

Time compression.















Love knows no time;
it knows no boundaries.

It only knows you,
for without you,
there is no love.

Love is a word;
and you speak it.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

"Since you asked"



We men, when we are young, we say things. Do we lie? Do we mislead? Are we plotting to conceal our intentions? We do not even have intentions. We have only our bundle of confused desire.

A young man speaking to the object of his desire will say anything... [H]e is seeking reflection and refuge. It is not as though he is plotting consciously... He does not know himself. He does not know what it is like to be hurt so grievously that you can't see straight for months and walk into things and can't remember to eat. He sees you and likes what he sees and thinks about what it would be like to be with you all the time, but he does not know.

It is just our condition. We cannot be better than we are.

But eventually something happens, and we tire of being confused and uncertain, and nothing we have done has made the future any clearer, so we leap into the water.

...

It was a risk. Of course it was a risk. It is always a risk. You choose from available people. You say OK, enough time has elapsed, enough crying, enough pain, enough chasing: Let's do this.

And then it's pretty much a simple yes or no.

[Change of point of view]

But even when you receive a reply, you must still interrogate yourself, knowing that this other person, for all his apparent eloquence, has no idea what is in his heart. You must be the one to judge: Do I believe he can do this?

And if your answer to yourself is yes, then you are the one rolling the dice, saying, OK, this is my gamble, this is my roll, this is me going all in, this is me studying the face of the croupier and crossing my fingers like a girl waiting for a gift.

--Cary Tennis

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Looking at the wall

You are my fountain.

My fingers love to run at the arm of the chair
on which a mutated man is enthroned--
who wants to be the king of his world;
a one-man kingdom.

He sits like a movie audience--
ensconced in his spot
and engrossed in a film
where he is both the
hero and the villain.

And while on his throne,
flashes of everything he has touched,
saw and heard possessed his senses
until everything went into a halt. 

He is now looking at an invisible wall.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Hello


You will rock the Universe.

Monday, February 21, 2011

I long to see

those serene eyes that put me in a trance;
like a berserk sorcerer.

those serene eyes that put me at a halt;
with the time frozen
and the world at a momentary pause.

Eyes on me

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Renaissance

The warrior is a child. (a song)
I am not who I am today,
if it were not because of you.
I almost have lost interest in you--
but your existence watches me.

I transformed to a man, full of ambivalence:
I except to your whims, your world.
I glide on the clouds of doubt,
but you are my sky of truth.

All I have to do now is understand
how I ever have met you, and how
I ever want to stay away from you.

But we are opposite poles of the magnet.

I am in vogue, for you.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Unseen

Still waiting.


Well I suppose
even my revelation
will not touch you.
I shall embrace
the adage that only
time can tell
and time can reveal.

But even if I don't tell you this,
tête-à-tête,
you are still the one--
this heart longs for.

You are the only one my heart desires;
like music for my soul.