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			Words in Motion Poetry. The language of my soul. Respect. Read but do not copy. Admire but do not flaunt. My old poems, you won't find here. Go to Cemetery if you're looking for the old ones. The After Effect of REading Poetry words...words...words... banging on my ears reading aloud as if another entity could hear flattering words of scatter sentences one after another it's meaning concealed;idly devoured, a sandwiched jam and butter. eyes moving to the right then back again to the left words beautifully painted but then maybe it was random. a harbinger of inspiration without true knowledge of what it meant an explosion of ideas though even i cannot fathom. my own words flying against a narration of my own poetry yet so fast it goes, i write it not too fast to catch, south and then west what to write? oh, what to write? I ask myself as i sat down my mind goes blank, the words inside blurry, which one goes first? seven stanzas it shall be this feeble attempt of my poetry word after word after word afterall, they are banging on my ears. Solemn Tears I waited for you in the dark deep within solemn prayers deep within my heart I sat still till morning came in the corner of the wind's waters kept awake by a song i cannot name I've sat still and watched the horizon turning crimson once again im sane but mad. I've been here before the other night, and the night before that and the night before. It;s been so long i've forgotten the reasons i wait or who and what it's for I wonder if i've shed my tears for i cannot cry perhaps before i cried a thousand years and now i can cry no more. how tragic my predicament is lying on the cold barren floor I watched again with a broken soul the pale horizon endless, and yet i mourn Deep within solemn prayers deep within my heart Beyond tears that never form. Beyond Forgetting For a moment I thought I could forget you. For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart. I thought the past could no longer haunt me—nor hurt me. How wrong I was! For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part of me as life itself. And you are part of that life. You are so much a part of me—of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions— that in all my tasks I can’t help remembering you. Many little delights and things remind me of you. Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings? Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the deepening shadows? I have wanted to be alone. I thought I could make myself forget you in silence and in song... And yet I remembered. For who could forget the memory of the once lovely, the once happy world such as ours? I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be sung. I cannot sing it without you. The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one. I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness. Can’t you understand? Can’t you divine the depth and the tenderness of my feelings towards you? Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you? You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But silence, my dear, is the language of my heart. How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone? But, perhaps, you didn’t understand... Remember, I came because the gnawing loneliness is there and will not be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard, until the silence is understood....until you come to me again. For you alone can blend the music and memory into one consuming ecstasy. You alone... Hush Now Darling Hush now darling...don't you cry. I'm here, you're safe.. though near nor far my soul is with you. Cry not for those who have betrayed our emotions. Cry not for those who are blinded by cynicism. Hush now darling.. It's not your fault. You and I. They are out of our league, we, the vikings, who hang their Gods on trees. and they are nothing but foolish corpses. We shall protect each other from these kind of malevolence. I shall kill him if i must.. Hush now darling.. it's only human. Soon we shall be with our own kind.. when the time is right, and our souls worthy to recieve the gift of a hundred centuries. Hush now darling, here i am.. in every breath, every beat..every drop of blood. Soon..we shall be with our own. Soon the warmth will rekindle our pain-battered hearts. Soon.. -All my love, Simmone Waltz In the wavering balance of my feelings set against each other lascivous love and modesty but i choose what i see and submit my neck to the yoke; i yield to your sweet voice. And the cold, cold wind that blows me away a black, black day... Now i know that i'll see you again, Now i know that you're near me In the deep blue of the night I could take this moment forever, turn the pages of my mind.. Let's waltz with destiny forever. In the Midst of Silence I am here Do you feel me? i am the wind The breeze that sorrounds thee I am here Though You may not see me For I am inside you The air that You breathe A soul underneath. I am here Oh honey, I always am Alas, my love! Oh don't be sad have faith as the wind caress I am here Just close your eyes i am not so far I am here My love, forever I will be. Paper Crane please, equip your wings with power my love, recieve thy letter hear me, in the midst of the candle light in the silence of the night hear my voice, recieve my caress even to the ends of the world i shall stand and fight but hear me, listen close my dear a paper crane... a silent cry recieve my solitude as i yearn for your touch, your voice, your lips, your love. Goodnight my love, my blood, my flesh, a never ending serenity of emotions. As you close your eyes tonight, I am unseen though surely i'm by your side. tomorrow, i shall be with you. Copyrights & Credits Ikalabingtatlo © Simmone Valentine Image from Project Zen Brushes © Hybrid Genesis Designed by Aethereality.net

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