Cold Fingers

Long ago, I welcomed summer.  She carried its breath of reality, unattended by man-made artifice.  Then, I ran carefree, through the forest of innocent dreams.  On the green grass foliage, my slumbers were peace.  Nature was with me.  Summer made me strong, and invincible against the rain.

But the season has moved and I was suddenly left alone.   Years passed in one moon's voyage.  The days in my room are cold.  Unwelcome tendrils embrace me without the warmth of the natural sun.  I lie awake listless, somehow aware but unable against the winter of my heart.

This is not the dream I innocently dreamed.  It wasn't nights of winter where every night is cold and disharmony.  I long for the summer of long ago.

A Martian Song

This is for the girl who told me before that special surprise birthday gifts aren't for us who just aren't in.
Well, she's a friend, and sometimes, that's all that matters.  So I want to say, happy birthday.
 
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I met a girl a year ago and she came from far away
From where she came I didn't know, and she couldn't and wouldn't say

But then I just thought how it's all good because she's here to really stay
So we can be friends, no matter what, come what may.

She'd say I'm weird and make a face whenever I say something out of place
Well, sometimes I'm like from outer space, but with her I can be me, I'm quite amazed.

And then I believe it's really cool I've known her now, she's here to stay
I won't forget her, no matter what, come what may.

At times she just loves to stare at the stars
As if there's something calling her there from afar
A secret smile and swirling thoughts around her
Then she'd says strange things like how she misses Mars.

Then suddenly, I just found her gone one day
Where she might have gone, she never did say.
Maybe now she is happy home so far away
Still in my heart, no matter what, she's here to stay.

Maybe one day, I will go looking for her,
I know I'll see her again, somehow, somewhere
When I can travel to planet Mars or Jupiter.

Christmas Gifts

The frantic pace of thought
As time races Christmas
Have merry gifts been bought?
For persons loved by us

Smile on the face, we have
Just to say, we thank you
A simple box of love
And to mean, we love you

A joy around to share
Just one time 'round the year
Yuletide days remember
Faces we hold so dear

Smile on the face, we give
Just to say, we thank you
This present, please believe
It says we care for you

For you to remember
I appreciate true
For friendships forever
This Christmas gift, for You

Memories to Realities

And time comes so near to closing
Will I still remember after?
When ends arrive what justice, what meaning?

Yet, hope we do
That an era greets another
With fruition and purpose

But are we left,
With just thoughts to remember?
But still, they're dear, still, memories.

And so we move on
To what ever future may call for,
But one last thing, please do not forget.

A simple promise, just this...
Remember.


Time moves around, speed of light,
And no, such simplicity
Cannot be allowed if it has to have meaning

Memories to realities,
Find me, and I find you
When that moment comes at last

When we meet again,
Let us still remain,
And that age, let us make real

Not just to remember
But to make things last forever
Find you, befriend me, take care of us

A better promise, thank you
Memories to realities.

Insomnia

The hours before another morning withers away as I lay awake listlessly.  I lost grasp of unconsciousness.  And now I struggle to blank my mind of everyday tasks that surround me unforgivingly. 

I adjusted the thermostat, thinking of bears hibernating.  But the air does not seem to get cooler.  What if I can just hibernate?  And then, wake up when?  I don't know.  I don't know if I would want to wake up.  Sleep has its perks, and dreams can be reimagined.  Until my body feels the pain of extended sleep.

The last time I couldn't sleep, a nightmarish thought kept hounding me.  I saw her kissed somebody else.  It was a thoughtless kiss.  But perhaps the thoughtlessness of it should have alarmed me more.  Then perhaps, I would not be in my predicament. 

A lot of perhaps.  That dreams only make possible.

Words without Love

If I cannot speak love, I shall be silent.  For life is short, such only love makes meaningful. If I were not to profess with words alive, there will only be emptiness left beyond rich love.  For my silent heart knows no more words but you.  Take it away, and I shall be silent forever.

The Red Moon

The moon shone red this day.  With it came the mad sickness that slowly engulfed solitary spirits.  The angry moon knew the hearts of those it gazed upon, and every little fount of loneliness feeds it with unearthly darkness.  It was a darkness that grew onto itself, and multiplied as itself wickedly consumed the abject hearts of miserable souls.

Perhaps there would be no dawn anymore.  Dawn would be treacherous, when all that would be left would be shadows of yesterday.