Friday, January 29, 2010

Over the top of a falling star

"For a few minutes you made me feel as though I actually meant something to
someone."- Anonymous


Over the top of a falling star,
You took me high,
You made me fly,
Away from all the worries
Away from all the pain…
Away from life's sad stories,
Away from all the drain…

Over the top of a falling star,
You took me high,
You made me fly,
You stroke my wings
With tenderness and care…
Toward the dreams you promised,
Toward the pleasure I wished…
Toward a surprise you drew
Of which I had no clue…

Over the top of a falling star,
You took me high & high & high,
You made me feel so special,
You put me on the top,
You had me in euphoria
Until…
Until you pressed on ‘stop!'

You cut me off the extreme,
You dropped me off the heights…
You beat me with my own dreams,
You turned off all the lights…
You…
Succeeded in your scheme,
Left me with myself to fight…

My scars of sleepless nights,
The scars of a broken heart…
My scars of endless fights
The scars of a crippled start…

On the top of your falling star
They all were far away,
But when I fell so hard,
I wished my life away!

Friday, January 22, 2010

The Mesmerizing Uncertainty

"Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it."-Thomas Fuller


When 'possible' is not yet 'sure' in a mesmerizing uncertainty...

When awkwardness of "bittersweet" takes over your sensibility...

When sinning is all about loving her in your schizophrenic insanity...



When she says ' I love you' in every word while not uttering the words 'I love you'...

When she hugs your soul in every look while not having her arms around you...

When she kisses your cheeks with every smile while not having her lips caress you...



When you & her make perfect sense within the secrets of your hearts...

When your only worry is your discovery of a truth that deeply hurts...

That through your journey-- while you never meant-- you were stepping on her heart!!!

Thursday, January 14, 2010

A letter to myself

"Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul." ~Henry Van Dyke


Dear mind, you are right….She has nothing that I am looking for
She lacks the affection of a true woman
She lacks the qualifications of a future wifie
She lacks the inner respect that I admire in one
She is nothing that I want!


Dear heart, you have fooled me once again…now I shall never listen to you
You convinced me she loved me, but she just loved herself
You convinced me that she would change
The only change is that I left
You deceived me, she fooled you, my heart.


Dear God, thank you for guiding me in the right path
I learn, I grow, I am who you want me to be
I thank you for removing the wrong and bringing forward the right
I thank you for shedding the colour of those wrong
And shinning the light on those right
I thank you for showing me there is hope


Dear self, I hope you have learned that it's never too late to learn
Witness how simple and complete love is
Acknowledge that you deserve to be cared for
That you should come first no matter what
If you are second, Self, please leave again


Dear mind, remind self and heart of the past pains
Remind them to proceed with caution
Remind them that love is effortless
Remind them that a soul mate is out there


Dear love, yes I am a sucker for you
I love to be in love
But you do not own me
I control you

Hurricane

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to
replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies
of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."-Anais Nib


Your life was calm and concrete
Until I swept you off your feet
Sucked you into a territory unknown
A strong tropical cyclone

Begining from the month of June
I wrecked it all like a Typhoon
When I said I'll see you tonight
That moment it all ignite

Flooded your eyes with tears
days and months can now turn into years
Clouds becoming dark and grey
Taking your happiness away
Like a hurricane
My damage was insane

Bystanders feel your pain
Try to shelter you from all my rains
But you hold on with bare hands
As the dark heavy waters destroy our lands

Caught in my mudslides
The hurt is deep deep inside
Wind blowing strong and tough
Wondering how many more huffs
Can your heart really take?

Now you're putting your life back together
Hoping for a change in weather
Because you deserve so much better
Just pick up the pieces of what remain
From the aftermath of my hurricane

I'm just a natural disaster
Waiting to erupt
Everything I came through
Soon becomes dust
I am a hurricane
My damage was insane

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Women ♥

"They may talk of a comet, or a burning mountain, or some such bagatelle; but to
me a modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object
of the whole creation
." ~Oliver Goldsmith



Women! The most complicated creature on planet earth. If only they came with a manual, a special guide; - something, anything- that can simplify them.

Now the perfect man is a very popular topic of discussion among single and married women alike. Any girlfriends meeting will sooner or later turn into a conference on this matter, all throwing around qualities that make up the perfect man.

□ Faithful, Goal driven, Family oriented, Funny, Romantic, Thoughtful, Caring, Loving, MATURE etc etc etc,

A woman will always tell you what she wants in a man. She will tell you and remind you how you are not who she dreamed to be with. Heaven forbid you say the same back to her; then the philosophy of “Every woman is wrong until she cries, and then she is right” instantly kicks in.


I strongly oppose the equality of men & women. No, I am not a chauvinist, or a closed minded person - in fact I am a realist. I do not oppose equal opportunity .I oppose the statement that women and men are equal. Look at your hand; are any of your fingers exactly the same? No, but they are still your fingers. Look at men & women, are they the same? No, but yes we are all human beings.

Women (not you butch lesbian activists!!) know and believe in this fact too. Don’t shake your head with disagreement; you know it’s true. For instance, when you were waiting for those subway doors to open on that crowded platform and a man brushes past you and gets in instead of you; your first initial reaction would be *%#! But your next thought would be, doesn’t he see I’m a woman?? Doesn’t he have manners!?!? Right there, you think that you deserve preferential treatment. Why? Aren’t we equal? Aren’t we all the same? Why do you, a woman, need to be treated different than a man? Should I raise the sexism flag!

I think I made my point.

As a man who wants to settle down ASAP, I’m constantly on a horrible merry-go-round of trying to meet the right woman, finding out that she was already married, or pathologically stingy, or sleep-inducing boring, or very shallow (meaning flat!), or that her best friend is a pimp, or she is a chronic slut, or has corrupt ideologies (meaning not like mine), or any one of the thousands of character flaws that weren’t immediately obvious the first time I looked at her and smiled into her eyes and got a warm buzzy feeling in the middle of my chest, that had absolutely nothing to do with any non-prescribed drugs that I might or might not have taken earlier that day, and thought to myself, “hey, this could be the one.” (You can breathe now!)


I have been in a handful of serious relationships where I strive to be the best man there could be, what can I say, I’m an over achiever ( & I’d love for any of my exes to state otherwise). I put my heart, soul and mind into every waking moment. I invest every emotion into the relationship, early on; -a woman never has to chase me or hold me down. I’m always there giving my all!

Experience is the best teacher & I’m taking my time to reflect on why my devotion to a relationship always ends up badly. What is wrong with me? Am I not good enough? What am I doing wrong? What can I do better?

All my questions are directed to myself, always blaming the man in the mirror. However, I have figured it out. I am NOT the problem. Why do I say that?

When I am “single” & talking to a woman whom I see potential with, the way they react to me is far different to when I’m their man & I’ve committed to a relationship with them. When we are at the beginning stages, the common reaction is “where have you been all my life!” And then when I’m lured in and giving my all; it goes well, until I’m burned out of energy & start to ask for effort from their side; that’s when it’s all over.

One of my exes once said she blamed me for her not being attentive to my needs; she said, it’s your fault because you are always giving and putting so much into this relationship, I don’t see the need to try; you’re not going to leave.

Is that really my fault? Would you have preferred I treated you like a piece of furniture? Explain how being attentive to my girlfriend is wrong?

Of course, you can guess what the common reactions of my boys are. “Don’t do relationships; just date around; have fun!” I’m not even going to bother discussing those comments :) However, I never see them sad, upset or broken hearted; do they have a system that’s working for them? Who knows?

I realized that I can’t change who I am, and actually a lot of my close friends (who happen to be women) warn me never to change. I remember joking with one of my friends about changing my ways and hitting the single strip & whoring myself out to anyone who was interested; she told me not to even joke about & that I was her only ray of hope that there could be a decent man out there somewhere, that she hasn’t met yet. A simple statement from her; but a confidence changer for me. At that moment, all the doubts I had about myself lifted and I realized that you should never doubt yourself if your conscious is clear. And my conscious is crystal.


I don’t think I ask for much in a relationship, actually I don’t ask at all. When I love you, you’re perfect in my eyes, then time passes and when I start to feel the love being lost; I start to see the imperfections.

Can I describe the perfect woman? Yes. Does she exist? I’m sure she does (No, I don’t believe in Santa Clause too)

My perfect woman, isn’t your perfect woman; Just like your favorite juice is probably not my favorite!

My perfect woman is someone who would love me and win my heart. I’m sorry but I will have to use a lot of clichés to describe this: My perfect woman will make me walk on air. I’m even sorrier to say that I expect to feel that I’d known her all my life. And I’m going to compound things by telling you that I also expect to feel that she can understand me as no one else can. And as I’ve lost all credibility with you I might as well say that I expect her to make me feel wanted, sexy, smart and the most important thing in her life (yes I must be dreaming of Superwoman!). And sorry about this, but I really must say that I also expect her to be my missing other half who will make me whole, and I promise I will leave it at that. Except maybe to mention that I also expect her to be a right laugh and a great companion. Now I mean it, that’s all, positively all.

My checklist:
Here is a list of must-haves in the perfect woman: (This is more in detail)

□ Sense of humor – that goes both ways. She has to make me laugh (without being a full pledged clown), and she has to laugh at my absurd & sarcastic humor


□ Intelligence – If you know me, then you know I’m smart. Period. Dimwits get me frustrated. Now that doesn’t mean she has to be a rocket scientist, but she should at least be able to hold an intelligent conversation that is not focused on her friends, her hairstylist or Kim Kardashian. Intelligent people have lives. That’s why we are called the Intelligent Life!

□ Stable – I’m not into drama queens. It’s that simple.

□ Mature – If I wanted a child I’ll make or adopt one.

□ Positive – They say opposite attracts. Not in my case. The glass is half full, and negativity will drive me off the wall.

□ Good listener – I’m a great listen, I will memorize what you tell me and say it back to you but when I decide to talk, I need full attention

□ Assertive – Having gay friends doesn't classify you as assertive. Find other ways to express your feelings, thoughts, and desires!

□ Loving – Well DUH!

□ Ambitious – I can’t stand a woman who has no (realistic) dreams and who is always content with what she has.

□ Pleasant to look at – I don’t date supermodels, and I don’t want someone who is even globally considered to be good looking. However, my eyes shouldn’t get hurt just by looking at her! I like women who take care of themselves, hair done, nails done, looking like they high maintainence. I like high maintainence.

□ Religious – well yes of course but the moderate type. Though these days with all
“freedom” around I’m considered to be the fanatic type!


I think I have nothing to add……well if I do, I will write another story of my life!

If you kept reading and you have reached this far, please give yourself, on my behalf, a pat on the HEAD!!

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

All the things you see

"Life is half spent before we know what it is." -George Herbet


I hate to see your eyes, empty
Your face, soul less
And your tears, full of cries

I hate to hear your sorrow
Your heart, shattering
When you walk by my side

I hate to sense your weakness
Your soul, weeping
When you should be standing tall

I hate to say be strong
When strength doesn’t withhold
I hate to say I’m sorry
When it wasn’t even my fault

I hate to let you down
When I always brought you up
I hate to make it seem
That I am now, giving up

I look you straight in the eye
As you look right back at me
My reflection, I don’t hate you
I just hate all the things you see

The red white and blue

"It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they
kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets."- Voltaire


You hear the lord calling
And you feel you heart turn cold
Your ears explode with sirens
That remind you, you aint home

You drape your body with cammies
And hold your rifle close
Praying to Virgin Mary
To protect your youngen soul

The drive to the battlefield
You see your life rush by
Will you see tomorrow?
Or will this be goodbye

Your body is quivering
Your mind asking: is it too soon?
Months of training put into action
Protecting the red white and blue

The rest of the day you’re numb
Feelings? What are those?
You see it with your eyes
Life just comes and goes

You see a lot of red
Splatter against the walls
Gush out of bodies
Limp as lifeless souls

You see a lot of blues
Not in the skies or the 7 seas
But in the faces of those
Who lost all their beliefs

You see a lot of white
Wrapped around the limbs
Of those holding on to dear life
Praying Jesus, forgive my sins

You will see the stars
And also the stripes
When your bloodshot eyes
Can’t sleep at night

You will not feel the glory
Nor feel the pride
When you come home
And your brothers
Not by your side

We owe all this
To the red white and blue
The land of brave
And home of the fools.

Dear Life

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." - Robert Frost

I sit with the pen in hand
The ink is kissing the paper
An apology to heartbreak
Judgment day is sooner not later

With every crispy stroke
My eyes fill with tears
And my words flow easier
Blocking the sounds I hear

A silent buzz in my ears
A sort of numbness in my chest
My heart crying out to my soul
“Put my agony to a rest”

I ponder with the thoughts in my head
Debate, Deliberate & Discuss
I can’t describe this feeling
Is it revulsion, trepidation or disgust?

I look down onto the paper and see
The ink has made love to my tears
United in cause, hand in hand
to bring back life to my years

I keep writing and writing and writing
Words racing to get out of my head
If only I can stand up to you
And let my thoughts be said

But you stole my voice
And ripped out my chords
You slit my heart
Used doubt as your sword

I finish this off by saying I’m not finished
I’ll continue to pour my heart out in vain
I can say so much, yet it means so little
On this page my blood will dry the pain