On a bed, she sent for me
Seeing her caused me to weep
She've sent and I pray
Doing all I could, to comfort her
Not so all but that she get well
Later on the morrow she gave some smiles
Telling me that all get well:
She slept well; she felt well
And her news made me well
Days as pages went by so soon
Strength in her grew than I noticed
And with all, so heartily
Living together
Happying together
With new praises songs rising in our heart.
Being With You. June 2006.
Into a distance
I ought to have gone
And I remember the
Hurt I would' ve caused
The emptiness,the longing of
All that I could gather
Thus seems despising the
love we' ve nurtured.
Now that I' m here
with a comfort kiss
Wipe thy tears so
streaming downward
Cheer thy soul that
needs more strength
And in your smiles,
so bright and broad
Rouse my heart, right
from the dust.
Shan't Now Quit. July 2006.
Down into the drillings
we're such close to the gold
Thus seems draining us now
but surety in response to lift.
Perish the worries:
broodings on prices
how far gone,other becloudings
For if we shall not now quit the race
In hopefully,a smile to wear
Now lifting eyes high to see the coming joy
There's less more steps to the land we desire
And every spent input to earn our goal
Is nothing compared to the song we shall sing.
Titanic: July 2006
The love they have nurtured
without a thought of goodbye
and given to each other
Was then too stronger for the reasons
that they wouldn't live together
How could love be over,and
Rose without Jack will ever feel better
For when they were in tryst
Of great passions for each other
Prove these two forever,until
Death put assunder
Of the same kind
Of the same mind
Ended, as an unfinished tale
But could the love in Rose still tarry?
Jack-the ship,Rose with the love
For if love hadn't bade them both goodbye
They would have been one
And not in seperate worlds.
Wind Of Love: July 2006.
Goodbye myself into your world
My last summer stupor is now arrived
I desire it again and it came
For you are and only in my dreams.
Drinking out of the wine,made from your love
I feel repel farthest beyond the lonely days
Rising early to see the rising of new suns
Thus rise better hopes of us never departing.
Here I am,the beautifully adorned
The fragrant rose in a stretched green field
Hold me close in your wide opened arms,that
I escape not the mingled wine of your love.
Goodbye myself into your world
My last summer stupor is now arrived.
Looking At You. Sept 2006
I cease not looking your face when
brightens in sweet smiles
I would't have known the joy of
being with you...
If I haven't known you so much.
And now,one wish
that I would do then to prove
And in my will,will I hasten in
response to perform-the dream.
A thousand years might have
gone to sleep
And two thousands in the dreaming
world to come
But yet in all depths,and
the heights,and
the distances in spaces and places
Where that I would
And you in my heart
Would be a song
Evermore in singing.
Another Christmas, Dec.2006
Once upon in our midst
When scroll of pleasury moments began to unroll
And much like flowers unfolding from the
clouds that spread more before us
It has come again
Being like bird that comes and go often
With times of feasting one wish never ends.
While our breathing mix with the hope of excitements
And our efforts like seed being planted in the
soft ridges of time
The heart shall merry in the passage of this moments.
Another christmas springs
Another christmas is arrived
Already re-arising like tomorrow's rhythm
And as the sky crowns the beloved with a
halo of peaceable robe.
Beyond The Rain :May 07
Here the oaks are now bowed
because of the strenght of the wind.
Here the birds are all gone
because of the broken of the branches.
And of us by the river's bank
through our windows watches the rain drop
That one night wet
there have been
others too
lingering in thick dark cloud
which rains
more happiness
even on our grounds
and at times
turns streams
who travels the long way
and also making us happy.
Consolation:June 07
Like the sun brings day,
each day more hope
A warm smle enough
for some moments in liftings
The deserted ones
need someone to cheer
and in giving back
so stretch forth to help
one is for all
and all is for one
So our being
is for others to be
And in having is
the comfort of them
Thus the console we earn
is the console of men.
Moments In Life:June 07
When the day comes comes light
And light strenght,hope and smiles
When the night comes comes the dark
A time of dim,of short in sighting
A time of tears,of painful moments
A time in obscurity,in sure to stumble
A time in feebleness,a show of no strength
In chains,prisons and casting out
The days and nights,moments of our life
Everyday well-spent is worth a life well spent
And all day in the night is worth a waste.
Invariable [of God]:June 07
The fire,the water
which sometimes we journey
prove no wrong the personality of God.
Because we have not
that which all time we ask for
make no changes the graciousness of God.
In all our desires
where there are no answers
perverse not His mercy we've known.
The moments in sufferings
which often is painful
worth not His presnce,for this we might think.
For God,the maker
the faithful,our father
In Him no variables nor shadows of turning.
Seeing Beyond:JUne 07
The mind see beyond the eyes
The thoughts are far more into the future
Thinking,dreaming beyond the common places
And growth,as it always must,
Follow while mind marks the ways.
Vision is a destination
And in cases most seeming impossible
But if in thinking one will focus
Somehow,but certain
A way will be found.
How can I ask for more
When the whole world lies in me?
How couldn't these be done
When there's always a way out?
Great things around us,
sometime were declared impossible
Impossible,they concluded
Even before they were done.
Shallow Thoughts:June 07
They say you are nothing
Yet you are something.
That you can't be more
When there's a way with ease.
How could you be something
When there eyes always see nothing
Or that you can't be this
When the whole world lies within you.
What they never thought
Is deep,and within there hearts
For God who made something from nothing
Is able beyond our thinking and asking.
Gift To Their World [for every child].July 2007
Once upon a cold morning
I sat on...watching the tender grow
Stretch searing through the mind
Observing the future rising
Our heritage,the gift and our future.
They hold in their minds
The unborn world we're yet dream of
Powered imaginations
Power in concentrations
And would lunch in like ship to
the deep seas of life
Daring the unknown,in no
dimness of vision
Until their lights glory over necessities.
Every child a gift to their world
For without them is no tommorow.
Life Offers. AUG 07
When the mind aims high
and the feet runs high
life could not than
to offer something big.
When the mind aims low
and the feet runs low
life could not than
to offer something small.
For if all I ask is all I get
why should I bargain for what is less.
And if no bargain to what I want,
then should I stay with what I get.
On Our Wings [like the eagles]. June 2007
Like an eagle into the skies
Man is beyond what is the norms
On wings...on high
Souring beyond all traditions
A great deep into the earth,bring the
treasures right on earth.
What could life offer
Than what lies within us?
How much could we receive
And far have we dared?
Knowing that the mind always
Stake out its claims.
A great deep in our thinking
Make life ease for mankind.
Much more like the eagles on wings
Souring on high beyond the clouds.
My Hero. Nov. 07
My mum, mother of heroes
You who ascends the hills of the earth
And return with a dream,
You've spread your wings above the surfaces
And your strength overiding odds
Feed me more with the mood of your love
And it shall burst a song in my heart
May you the landmark of generations
Because you alone,whose mind great
Is a mother indeed with the strength of an hero.
Beauty Of Our Days. Feb. 2008
Daily routen,the sun set
And as it must follow,the night comes
Fallen so deep into the world beyond
Until there is a sound of songs
Bird song,making melodies
From my dream into my bedroom
From upon the trees whence sound travels
Remind me a thing,of a fresh morning
For as sure as the morning comes
Is as sure our beauty comes.