Dreamless

Whatever happens
don’t look into a mirror in your dreams
It reflects
what you haven’t become
Spits at you images
of what you haven’t done

You made your peace
with what’s gone
But the battle continues
against your piece of mind
You can escape the mind and sanity
But never from pure emotions…

Nothing ever happens
in the land of dead hopes
Breathe in and breathe out
the smoke of the past
From a fire that burns
the future that is cast

Destined to something
worse than death
You fight to live
Destined to nothing
more than life
You fight to die

The sum of a world of difference is your indifference

So much for your apathy. Here's a mad try to complete this poem, free verse or whatever it's called.

The sum of a world of difference is your indifference

can there be a happy ending
with out a beginning?
a ray of hope
that empties itself
to a world void of you
your world can never be mine,
your world, so so fine
my world created
by an endless fire of a past
in a world of ire

can there be a new beginning
with reservations for a same old ending?
a hopeless light
tries to shine bright
in a world void of you
your world, i wish it was mine
your world, so so fine
my world, it could be yours
ah! such empty hopes like the past
recreated by a world of indifference

can there be a middle ground
in all of these unreasonable extremes?
a hopeful sight
even in a world void of you
your world is not mine
and mine can never be so so fine
but it could be yours
give in, give up, give all
the savior is a world of difference

can anyone save me now
from this open apathy?
hope (against hope)
voids a world with out
your world that will never be mine
a world as fine as your empty smile
i could be yours
you could be mine
if only the sum of this world of difference
is not defined by your indifference

The sum of a world of difference and your indifference is

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Stargrazing

(Ha! It IS funny how anagrams can forecast the future; or rather predict a predicament. Playing with words can definitely play with your paranoia. That or one (intentionally) ignores all the signs and walk on right through ahead a road that is paved with good intentions yet promises bad results.

A real good friend always reminds me to NEVER sell my self short--- pardon the pun--- but he has to be way down here to understand this struggle with confidence. Be the first to smell when the shit hits the fan; then be the last to know that every one has run and gone… Don’t get me wrong, this is not fake moderation but it’s more of a confession of mediocrity… Which really isn’t the story here… The real story is the entirety of you and the unabashed beauty that is you. Of course, of course a day (a week or a month…) does not define a person… Which only means a little more time with each other is needed for the questions that bother me…

Then again, this is not the “next” lifetime.

So here’s a mad try to win the heart of a certain HER. The title (I AM A VINTAGE STAR! RELEASE!) is an anagram of her name--- so apt about my chances and so apt about what she would probably feel when all of this is over! Hers is a face that could launch a thousand ships and all that cliché but here’s a poem that could launch my way to her heart (ok that is called a pipe dream) and all that cheesiness that follows… As I told myself since the first time I felt this way, here goes nothing… Originally written on: 12/24/2007 2:39:36 AM- 12/24/2007 3:21:34 AM

STARGRAZING
(I AM A VINTAGE STAR! RELEASE!)

what lies beneath the truth
which truth bequeaths the lies
for every grain of you
makes me high, dry then fly

but every time you rise
i look at myself fall
each moment that passes
a mirage of your soul

wish and dream,
then crash and scream!
pray then hope,
go astray, cope!

do not fall for a star,
because stars do not fall
this lifetime or the next
still an impenetrable wall!

Your Endless Nights Greet Familiar Apathy, None Too Empty

[Fast fact:The pair of poems (ok, free verse!) was written about 3-4 months ago in another blog site. Just decided to repost it here to get things started for my Blogger blogsite.]

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Your Endless Nights Greet Familiar Apathy, None Too Empty IV

Meet and greet your destiny
Four horsemen tramples
Through your heart (my apocalypse)
Rewriting your own future
With me and me alone
This sign of desperation, my Love
Is your last chance to salvation
From me
Your Eyes, Naïve and Gray
Farther Away,
None Too Empty
Should end this now
Before completely falling
Before you completely go away
Open hands to an empty heaven
One chance, one moment
To hold the coldness of you
The emptiness in between
The blue bliss that can never be me

Your Endless Nights Greet Familiar Apathy, None Too Empty III

The Saturday that was
The bliss that could have been
Eight straight hours with you
Now just another empty dream
Another hopeless heaven
The week-long struggle to be (with) you
Ended in a bus-ride of bitter apathy
In impossible indifference
Your Eyes, Naïvely Grayish
Still stoic, still beautiful
Familiarly apathetic
The week that was
All I need, want was five minutes with you
Just to stare and not speak
To ask and not answer
Are you gone for good?
Unblued and blued as (fast as you can say) goodbye
Undeserved underappreciated