My new writing.....

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
Let me not down upon a single knee
To deface the beauty of this undiamond ring
That has no sparkle to thy flawless eyes

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
And my heart have rest in thy gentle heart
So that when remote I am from home
I know my home is where my heart is

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
And let the sparrows of summer glide
Be mine rainbow upon forthcoming winter
And take my eyes not from thy golden face

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
For it is the love I have longed I find in thee
The kind that makes the moon reflects the sun
And the honey that kept Abraham to Sarah

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
Make my tomorrow shy its sorrows
Permit me to appease my thirst upon thy waters
For thy love makes kings lay down their thrones

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
How doth days without thee assume years?
How doth my sunny day turn into incubuses?
Oh how my heart withers when thou art away

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
Make my youth splendor as thine golden locks
Awake my mornings to thy nightingale voice
And walk with me on this flowerless water

Marry me sweet Goldilocks
For what is love if we aren’t the affectionate of it?
Butterflies will glide when summer arises
And my lips will seek thine to taste thy secret

This is another practical poem of mine provoked my random thoughts amidst my wander at large...enjoy!!

As I await for a crippled death
That crawls upon safe souls to be a hero
I'm co-existing in a wilderness of fears
Where the lost have nicknamed me insane
I'm atoning my sins of dying selflessly
Hoping gods will cry upon my falling tonight
To let their tears drown me home
But how do I confess myself if I am the sin?

Here is a little prose poem I wrote today...called Cosmic Love

Heavens tremble at the hearing of our arrival;
for we are the sinning of saints; 
lets dawn farewell as we usher in the cosmic love; 
that from its fragments has left us blind lovers longing for twilight

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So here is my new poem written from the perspective of someone who had died and is telling tales of his life from the world beyond

NAME: BROKEN TWILIGHT

I awake crawling out of this shell of nothing
Memories of my exit that still exist in me
Finally a flock of strangers farewell me off
Funny how none of them sung to my living
But now they make a carnival of sadness for me
Present to merry at a population less calculated
In their white silence exist nothing but gray secrets

From what lips came forth that dead don’t live?
In this world beyond in a city of Broken Twilight
We are humans of our own broken at twilight
Yes I may not taste the foods but I hunger
I hunger for memories to relive if chances arrive
I starve for risks that I was shy to take at living
But hunger is what keeps us envying the living

For I live in a world you see as a broken twilight
A world broken with no sun and no moon
I journey upon waters of shattered time
A world where we build skyscrapers from wishes
A world enslaved and ruled in the chains of regrets
It is a dark world where no sins dare live
In a world where your sun sets rise upon us

The living ask what we do in awaiting of judgment day
We play in the sand and swim in dehydrated waters
We fall in love with the mistakes we never took
I spend my immortality longing for the hymn of my heart
To risk every bit of it to every girl ready to break it
For it is in the pain the living dread that life lives
I long to carouse on the blood that flows on the wood

I miss the ones that my hands were weak to hold
And in this moment that my lips speak only silence
What’s the need of words if they aren’t to be heard?
I miss the breaths I was not courageous to take away
I miss the suns I was stubborn to shine into dark hearts
All I’m living now is a breath of a misty life
In a broken twilight haunted by the life I took for granted

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This is a poem I jotted down for the love of one of the bands that really influenced my writing style; Evanescence. It was a dare from a friend of mine to write about my love for music and for the artist/band that I love most. The writing is a mainstream goth and I picked a few lines from the band's songs to make the writing flow....Enjoy

Evanescence

I remember my origin meeting you at the open door
That moment when I was robbed all I was living for
And I was on blood hunt for all that I could perish for
It felt like my life was once again at its beginning
I stood there as you separated me from the living

It was in you I found words that made me feel better
I love you because you reflected the best of worst in me
Like you’re the one who’s been haunted in the same waters
Now let your lips move me to paradise of the thoughtless
As you numb my pains ‘til I’m made of stone

When to everybody I was the fallen going under
You saw into my eyes that I was slipping to somewhere cold
Friends and acquaintances abandoned me in the world behind
But it was your sweet voice that again made my blood alive
And in the arms of your tunes I was saved ‘fore I was undone

Now as I wake up this morning from a thousand years
To betray myself behind the mask and be everybody’s fool
I scream for you to wake me up ‘fore I reach the bottom
To defeat these confusing thoughts before I break again
I seek your voice to reach down the core where I lay cold

Many other guitar strings may shower down on this stage
And their screams may try to captivate the sanity left in me
But it is the scars of the first love that will never forever heal
It is you my immortal who swam me home aloft all of my fears
I hold my breath hoping this isn’t the last song you’ll waste on me

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I know it's been a while since I updated this blog of mine but I'm back on it to resurrect it.
Okay so here is a poem I penned, and like my other poems, it is a creativity of random thoughts. In this is a boy in love with a girl who is dead and so he is trying to have us live through his narration of what he feels for her; I hope you enjoy it. Cheers!!!

Name: Cemetery Love

So our kind of love is not a normal fairy tale
For my princess comes out at the death of the sun
Not that she is afraid of the star that torches the day
But the only time she gets life is when owls sing
When bats finally find their courage to wear glasses
And her curfew is broken by the weeping of sinners

Normality questions my sanity on why it is her I love
Why pursue a moth when there are butterflies
Why carouse on tears if there is glut of wine
Because all my cherubs are clothed in plastic wings
All my wishing stars soar in sky in broken pieces
Because there is beauty that only the sightless sees

Her lips on mine tastes like relics of a burning wood
Dressed in oblivion she comes out looking beautiful
Her hands breeze in mine mild like wind with no path
I wish I could know her eye color but all I see is hollow
Where her heart once was beats in my chest instead
For it is in my living she finds life and my heart is hers

So here I am sitting with dry roses as I await my love
No chairs to sit on but the tombstones of her kind
As the sun introverts to let the moon watch the night
I hear whispers of merry as they dirt-off their togas
For tonight there will be a merrymaking of ghosts
On this night I’ll lose myself to unearth my love

On my note it is written one heart beats for two
For I find death in living and she finds life in dying


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Here's a poem I penned about the hidden secret that artist/poets/musicians and other people with gifted talents of putting a sun light in others world go through beneath their happy mask mask. It's called The Artist. Enjoy!!

He never waits for summer
He never waits for winter
But he waits for autumn
For as leaves fall off trees
Broken hearts again fall in love

Maybe today he will be lucky
Maybe he’ll sell more than portrait
Or collect more pennies from the well
He puts his heart on the palette
And soak the colors with his hope

He is the mirror to reflect beauty
His tender fingers hold immortality
He gives life where it will be taken
He boldly webs his pain with their joy
Beneath every portrait he lays his heart

It is not the beauty of the world-
He crafts in colors embossed on canvas
It is his truth he that he sugarcoats
Of the world falling apart inside
For he’s gifted to give hope to ugliness

Today he painted a portrait of himself
Beneath it he did not put his heart
On the white carnation laid his desires
He smiled when it drew her attention
But it was the picture she loved not him

Tomorrow he dressed in his best self
Hoping to be the man in his portrait
Maybe he will be lucky today
Maybe he will meet the best bidder
And to her he’ll draw the best portrait

He set his canvas under the falling leaves
Beneath the tree she came her hands full
Told him to make her fall in love
He drew his masterpiece with a broken heart
And on his face he put his smile

As they fell in love and left him standing
He beamed knowing it was his heart he gave her.

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We all have goals. We all have somewhere we not only dream but also wish we can be tomorrow; to climb the ladder and be on higher heights than we are currently. We all want to be something when tomorrow comes. The worst mistake right now is to not know where exactly where to land your feet when you touch down. Know the place you want to go if you want to get there and that means be distinctive and clear about what you want if you want to get it. Stop saying you want to be rich or you want to have a lot of businesses. Those are by products of goals. If you are working hard to be rich , you're in the wrong path. Go for satisfaction in doing what you love and you'll have a beautiful success.

I know sometimes we are challenged to give up on our dreams by our current circumstances, like our background or our financial niche. Remember this, greatness isn't bought but created. The goals you have didn't happen to you accidentally, they were bestowed upon you. For everyone has a task on this earth and you are only trusted with what you are capable of. Among us are those who want to be entrepreneurs, athletes, musicians, big movie directors, scientists, authors and a lot of other things. The big questions you need to ask yourself are, "What are you willing to do for it?" and "Are you ready to go to the extremes to achieve it?" Hold fast to your dreams no matter how impossible it seems for nothing is impossible; what you see as an obstacle is nothing but a challenge. We are born with unlimited potential in us but we suppress it with our weak faith in ourselves. Remember we're not only created in God's image but also likeness meaning we weren't put on this planet to be ordinary. I'm not saying achieving a dream is an easy task, but prove to the Universe that you giving up on your dreams isn't an easy task too. The only reason circumstances will try to knock you out is because, they are testing if you're willing to giving up on your dreams.

Just because there is no path it doesn't mean there's no destination. Keep your eyes on the goal and celebrate them even if they seem out of range and the path will unfold for you. Keep in mind that you don't need skills but an undying passion. Everything is set for you at the right place at the right time.

It is said we make plans but it's God who guides our steps so be ready to accept the fact that certain doors won't open for you because there's one single door meant to lead you to the perfect floor.

E.O.Wilson once said, " You're capable of more than you know. Choose a goal that seems right for you and strive to be the best, however hard the path. Aim high. Behave honorably. Prepare to be alone at times, and to endure failure. Persist! The world needs all you can give." and i add..."don't strive just to join the game; aim to be the best in the game. Success is not happening. Success is a doing."

Okay this my new poem inspired by the movie Pirates of Caribbean and an incidence in my life. It is a matter where i tell you picture Captain Jack Sparrow as the man writing and writing this to her run-a-way damsel. It is one of my best poems i have written this year and it was really fun writing it.I hope you'll enjoy it.



NAME: Sail Away Ye Ol' Lover

Hearken t' me plea me fair beauty
I 'ave given ye me heart each time th' yellow sun rises
I 'ave ignored me mateys advice t' keep away from ye
'cause ye wonder in me mind than a cap'n lost at sea
Now no rum can quench th' pain o' ye ignorin' me
No wenches or bootey can feel th' void ye create in me
Let me ask ye, do ye find pleasure in me torture?
So sail away ye ol lover lest I drown 'n die in these waters

I loved it when I watched ye from a distance
Fer me feelin's towards ye were safely concealed
But ye said ye 'ave had yer spyglass upon me too
That from a distance ye were afeared ye were fallin' fer me
I sailed t' yer shore scourin' fer ye t' stretch ye me hand
Canât ye see I care nah fer me treasures but fer yer heart?
'tis harsh upon me t' pretend everyday that donât care about ye
Afore ye sink this galleon o' mine, sail away ye ol lover o' mine

How can ye be so beautiful yet so blind me ole lover?
How can ye pay attention yet nah hear a single word I speak?
'tis yer beautiful pebble colored eyes that I wants t' look into
'tis yer fair silk skin that I wants t' feel against mine
But Iâm jus' a smelly pirate wit' his rotten heart in jar
Always scourin' th' faces o' th' sea lookin' fer pleasures
Instead o' skewerin' me wit' yer frosted love
Bid me good-morrow 'n sail away ye ol lover

Okay a friend of mine wrote a poem that really caught my eyes and i thought it would be awesome if i post it here on my blog and share it with the world...i did not catch its title but at least i have its body...i hope you see between the lines and discover the same beauty that i saw in it too. At times like i do say, poetry speaks my mind better than i express myself in any other means. Cheers.

Courtesy of Maroa Range...

The earth is stained with human anguish,
By such infamous deeds we can’t dismiss,
Why should we all die in terrible torment,
Or be stuck down at any unjust moment.

With our beautiful cities laid waste in ashes,
When the army’s of the powers embrace in clashes,
While the horn of the oppressor is blown,
And the seeds of destruction are sown.

It is for the eyes of the world to find every fault,
And to correct them before our civilization is naught,
What good is it to say that victory was mine,
When in doing so I severed every family line.

Blacks and whites and all shades between,
Know we’re heading for more conflicts then there’s ever been,
And how will we receive Christ when he returns to earth again,
Will he be nailed to a cross once more by us.
ARE WE INSANE

I definitely had to share this. It is a poem about poetry from one of the writers I always admire most in Writers Cafe. When I came across this, I felt overwhelmed by its beauty embossed behind simplicity. It is one of those poems that you really don't have to struggle to understand but at the same time, they seem so complicated to be classified as just a simple poem. It truly defines to its tiny bit how poets view poems and I could not help but share this with the world. Nice work Whiskurz and thank you for letting me expose such beauty to the world. For the rest enjoy and feel free to view more of Whiskurz poems at http://www.writerscafe.org/Larry%20B

Name: Never Ending Need
Poet: Whiskurz

A poem should touch the inner core
Where feelings are only found
A place that you alone can see
Where love and hate abound

A poem is a tear before you cry
Or a smile before you feel
A little pain your being craves
Before your heart can heal

A poem is a memory cast aside
Before your mind is free
It's often dreams that's left behind
A misplaced destiny

A poem is what you feel inside
That makes you who you are
A poem is written with tears and blood
To mend that endless scar

A poem is felt before the words
And can cause your soul to bleed
A poem is never a state of mind
But a never ending need

So today I penned down a poem about what I have been feeling off late or what I have not been feeling off late. I say so because where I should be tasting sweet, to me it is tasting bitter. The hardest thing in life is trying to be in love where you feel you don't belong, and as much as you need to be in it and try to fit yourself in it, you still just don't feel it, you know. I met this amazing person and I really tried to work things out with her but it could not...not because of her but because of me. So leaving her meant breaking her heart. I guess the end sometimes justifies the means...she deserves better and so I had to leave my footsteps across her heart, I speak of it as if it is an easy move but it is not. So I penned this poem to dedicate it to her and to let my heart out to the rest of the seven billion people out there..cheers!!

This is my goodnight kiss and your goodbye lullaby
My hymn hoping to heal where I’m about to break
I so wish that these words taste better than I am sorry
For it’s unjust that my presence draws from you life

I really wish that this heart of me would be yours
That you’d be the splendor I awaken next to every dawn
To watch your eyes tango away step to step with shyness
As I whisper sweetness of romance novice to my imagination

But tell me how do I steer with my eyes stuck on rear view?
For my heart that you long for is enslaved in another’s arm
She who which from a distance is too blind to closely see me
Yet to you who is here next to me my heart shuts its eyes

The pain I put you through can’t allow me to stay to sober
I see your words and feel your actions of love that burns for me
Your hopes for us taste so sweet on my flavorless tongue
But I’m nothing but a dark ink writing your tale

I try with my all to feel the same way you feel for me
Instead of falling in love I’m drowning, suffocating in its pool
Dying from the fact that I can’t be the man I want for you
Love should burn in flames but in me it is just ashes

I wish it is you I can truly offer this fragile heart of mine
But you came a minute too late to bring it back from dead
For it hurts me that I meet the girl with all that I adore
But it is her that suffers from this bitter sweet of void in me

You say it is better to have anything than to be alone
But I am a lone wolf, a vessel, a human empty of emotions
And planting seeds on a rock won’t bring forth any fruit
No matter how you water it, the rock will only shatter

On my knees I beg for your mercies to charter me forgiveness
But if it’s beyond your means then do wish me well
For I was enthroned with a curse that every poet suffers
Poets do not fall in love; our hearts are in the pens we hold

I’m sorry that you aren’t the one amid my dreams and nightmares
For you are a beautiful human and I’m just a whisper of a song
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We've all been there haven't we? That point in life where you feel like all the world is coming down crushing on you, like you've tried so much but no good is coming out of it...we've all been there haven't we? Some of us are still there while some of us are headed there right as you read this...it is scary...yes it is dark and hopeless, it is heart-breaking and painful but here is the thing; just when you think that it is never going to get any better you are always one step away from that door that you've been working for to see it open. I understand how harsh and heart wrenching your troubles might be...right now someone is falling apart because of a love gone sour, someone is tired of looking for job, someone is sick of the family that awaits him/her at home, someone is tired of being broke or even struggling with a job...truth is we've all been here and we are all here but just don't give up on yourself...i know the world might be staring at you behind a clown mask but i want you to know you are stronger than you can imagine and if you just don't give up on that which you are fighting for then you are simply one step away from achieving that which you've been looking for...you are just one day away...i cannot assure you that when you wake up tomorrow you'll find everything in place but i promise that if you wake up tomorrow you will one step ahead of where you are today. Don't view your troubles as your punishments for they are not...troubles come to teach us endurance and remind us that we have something to live for. Always remember that when the going gets tough, the tough get going...when life gets tough be tough too...don't be blinded by troubles that might be awaiting you tomorrow...give each day its due and don't worry about that which you have not seen. So listen, for i want you to remember this, your greatest test comes when you are close to the end of your troubles and the harsher your troubles the stronger you are, for we all know that God cannot let you handle that which you are not capable of...so just promise me that you won't wait for the train that's coming from the end of the tunnel but instead you'll go for the light yourself...waiting for that light is giving up, going for it is being strong. Everything that has a beginning has an end and so are the harsh times too...don't close your eyes, just stay focused on where you want to be.
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So today I was woken up in the morning by my alarm tone at 6am like any other days except for the first time it felt different. I have never taken into account the song that I set as my alarm tone except for the fact that it has to be catchy or sung by my favorite musician. So the other night after updating my playlist and somehow lost some of the songs that I had, I was forced to chose a new alarm tone. I was freakishly sleepy so I could not scroll through the whole list listening to each song at that time so the furthest I could go was to letter D and I ended up on Dido songs, after listening to a couple of them I decided to select Life For Rent. When it got to 6am in the morning the song started playing and I found myself humming to it even before I opened my eyes. My point is this, it hit me today that when I did put just other catchy songs as my alarm tone, when the alarm went on it was so easy for me to hit the snooze button but to this song which happens to be one of my ever best songs when it started playing, I found myself not even struggling to wake up.

A 2011 Canadian study found that listening to your favorite music is one of the fastest ways to get rid of a bad mood and I am beginning to think that to avoid those crampy mornings, one should be careful on the songs that he/she select as a wake up tone. We all agree that when we are moody 98% of the time we resort to our favorite music to elate us. So basically listening to your favorite music as the first thing before you open your eyes it's like having your favorite breakfast in bed. Stop having those alarm tones that scare you out of bed. A day should begin in a good tone.

Another thing, have you ever realized that how you wake up in the morning most of the times determines how the rest of your day will be? Well when you wake up feeling exhausted your day pretty much will be a not-much-a-do-day...if you wake up full of energy then you have set your day in a good motion. Part of what we never realize is that most of the times we start our day postponing waking up in 5 minutes or even more when we hit that snooze button...I was reading Allison Mack's blog (most recognize her Chloe Sullivan from CW TV Series Smallville) and she explained the hitting the snooze button as, "Avoiding everything uncomfortable and pushing beginnings to the last second. I don’t think I want to have my days filled with the phrase “five more minutes”. No thank you. More like “right now”. I know they say patience is a virtue. But we don’t have many hours in our life. I would rather be awake than asleep." I suggest if you want to have five-minutes-more moment, try getting to bed five minutes earlier. Your life is a monotonous tone and and what you wake up practicing in the morning somehow in one way or another it will grow itself into your day. Final words...practice good waking up habits but first start with your alarm tone.

Below is the video to my favorite song ever done by the beautiful and amazing Dido...

(In case you can't see the video just visit the blog and you'll get a chance to listen to it)

Today I was reading some articles by Zig Ziglar one of the most renown inspirational speakers and I came across this piece. I think this is something definitely everybody should read/know.

"You were born with unlimited potential and endowed with the seeds of greatness.You have inside of you what it takes to achieve any goal or dream you desire. Most everyone uses less than 5% of their potential. You must decide what it is you really want. Focus on it so clearly and make it your purpose. Then work on it hard enough and long enough. It will happen.You also have to work on things that are goal achieving instead of stress relieving. Feed your mind with good stuff every day. Become an expert in your field"

Some weeks ago I was reading The Secret by Rhonda Byrne and she talked about the same thing, on how we have unlimited power in us to achieve approximately anything we want. I too do believe that if we can just stop looking at ourselves as persons with limited resources and instead tame that unlimited possibility we have in us, then we can achieve anything we set our minds on. I guess the difference between achievers and failures is that achievers give it their all while failures treat every opportunity as an option.

I guess I needed that quick in the butt too. Now time to go make use my unlimited potential in writing lol. Cheers.
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