The Plight of a Prostitute

A thousand heartfelt laughs,

Eating to your souls fill,

Evening draws near,

You slide into your best wear,

Kneeling to the pleasures of the world,

You knock your wings off your back.

Bouncing to the beat of the groove

You fill your heart with the best

And it’s never enough to keep

Eyeing for flesh to fill your thirst.

For trading flesh earns you reward

Of wealth and of worldly pleasures

A taste of a rich man’s luxury

Of splendid rushes down your spines

All at once beneath your rusted halo

Surfaced the hidden crave of lust,

And so you sell your soul among the feeds

As if tomorrow is a forbidden destiny.

Deadly Sins fly about

Watching you sin even more,

Until your soul could contain

No more and you Collapse.

One such a thousand hurtful nights

She sleeps away her weariness,

While the rest of the world complains

Cursing the flashing red light

As a major defect among the good,

The best and the perfect.

She couldn’t care less of what people say

For life is one way for people who swing

Between life and survival,

Lest what they want is death.

Nobody cares to ponder her stake,

Nobody cares to offer her a choice,

Nobody cares to admire the art

Of this humble damsel yet so noble

To have accepted her profession a gift

That put food on one’s humble keep,

That earns her simple pleasures

The best way she knows how to.

And if society should judge

How she keeps her humble life alive,

Should we not judge how society judge her

With a thousand mocking laughs?

Beautiful

She is beautiful standing in her white
Crowned with a veil beautiful to her waist,
She wears a multitudinous smile
That glitters like a thousand fireflies.
And there she graces herself to his side
Solemnly surrendering to the Holy rite
While myself sit and stare thinking
That maybe a few years before leaving,
This girl could have been anybody
Could have been my own story.

He is beautiful standing beside her

With happiness nothing could possibly mar,
The Holy mother of Christ was no less adored
As he adores the one that claims him lord.
And when vows are said and all is done
A kiss binds them forever as one.
Amidst the merry children and crowded church
Comes the newly wedded beneath the flowery arch,
Beauty has many wipe their joyful tears
Mine falls for something else.

Cherished Moment

One could see the glittering lights and stars
Looking down upon the two that embraced
As though their souls were always meant to rhyme
Among the silence, beside the lonely road.

Their hearts would dance a blissful symphony
Beneath the thickets of the dark cold sky
Sharing laughs that were beyond magical
Breathing memories into each other's life.

He Knew

He knew I loved him
And all it matters,
Even though our worlds
Drifted apart.

I know he loves me
And it matters much,
For it is it which
Carries me forth.

He knows I love him
And I know he will,
Even though our worlds
Drifted apart.

Tears

Tears are made
To fall, if not why
Should they hide
Lest they be no use.

So weep maid
Forget you could fly,
Leave his side
And console thy muse.

The Morning Prayer

When the morning ray first touch the fallen dew
When birds come out to play and go Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
When I sit alone in the freshness of a new day
Surrounded by thoughts that are hundred or more.

I thank you Lord for the heart that beats
In rhythm with this new glorious day
And for this time I worship you Lord
Magnificent day and I am part of it.

Not so long can this quiet time be observed
The sun has waken thousands of multitudinous eyes
And I among them, shall soon be tangled in this busy world

And within it lies the test of paths, of right and wrong.

Lord, be with me throughout the day
Straighten my paths that I may follow
Be the guiding star that I look upon
Help me to live my life for you.

And when the sun is up and noises subdue the silence
It is time to retrieve myself to the world of reality
I know now in my heart that I will do well
For I believe in the Lord who strengthens me.

Lord, you are the light that fills my soul
I am nothing if it’s without you
Stay with me for my life is in your hands
In Jesus name I pray, Amen.

Better When You Breathe

I trade my life each day to this hazzling drink
Wishing that it would eat away my senses,
To be death-like in joining your death,
To be void of senses is when I'm closest to you.

I am a prey to my memories;
They haunt me to your graves.
This earth that swallows the flesh I love,
I search for you beneath my every step.

Everything changes when life betrays.
One minute I have you and then you're gone,
One minute I hear you and then you fade away,
Come back dear Life, it's better when you Breathe!

Little

Little by little
I gathered a little,
Bits of little here and there
From minutes far and near.

Little by little
I grew a little,
Ten plus twice a triple
Till i lost count to a million.

Little by little
I saved a little,
Tiny little summed up a bulk
And something among the little
Ain't little no more.

Little by little
I gave away a little,
Of little I thought wouldn't harm.
But little by little
What I had, worn out a little,
Until the million I grew
Were reduced to a little.

So little by little
I lost the little in me,
And that's how the little in me
Died little by little.

Life

Life does not always greet you with flirty winds
That sweeps your hair when you're walking
Slow motion one sunny morning.

Life is neither always having cold winds
Blow your dry hair when you're busy
Running about the hectic streets.

Life is what I don't know anything about
Everything I ought to know,
Life is to live once and be dead.

If You’re Wondering

If you’re wondering how she’s doing I don’t know either,
I heard she’s busy doing the household chores.
Some say she’s out there with a friend or two,
But I believe she’s been places and quite content.

If you’re wondering how she’s doing don’t ask me,
I haven’t seen her since you left her so.
Some say she often cries to wet her pillow,
I doubt it, for some say she never look so happy.

If you’re wondering how she’s doing I’ll tell you later,
For now I’m busy driving my life and tuning the radio.
“She’s a Dreamer…” sang the radioman with an acoustic guitar,
“I know she will make it cause’ she’s a Survivor.”