New Year's Eve Love

As the Baby Year Ball drops,

I think of you.

That my first thought is to see your beautiful face.

Your warmth of the hug,

The moistness of the first kiss.

My only substitute,

A picture of you.

Something to hold for now,

But how much I hope for the real thing.

Her Legs

As long as the Nile,

And as soft as a golden stream.

Seeing her walk in all directions

Puts my heart a patter.

Even when I look from behind,

I know she is there.

And when she walks to,

I am eager in anticipation.

And the to is much better than the fro.

Thinking of You by Mistletoe

As I look at the sweet berry,

I wish you were with me.

As your kiss is as sweet as candy,

And as warm as a fireplace.

All I can do is imagine,

And thy Christmas sweetheart

Is right by my side.

Christmas in the City

Lights decorated like stars,

Snow covers like marshmallow.

Carolers sing like birds,

Giving sound to the holidays.

The fashionable tree is the king of the square.

Love is spread as people are a little more friendlier.

And at the church,

It's king is asleep in the manger,

Showing the meaning of the holiday.

Timeless

Our time together

Is my best memory of you.

I dream of your smile,

Your long, flowing hair,

Your soft touch.

It feels like paradise.

I dream of you everyday.

To see that joy,

And embrace that happiness.

That is truly timeless.

My Sweet Dove

My sweet dove,
Whose touch is heavenly,
How do thy miss you.
Eternal questions,
Looking at memories.
Have you forgotten me?
I should never think you have.
For each time I look at your face
I see the glow in your eyes.
The next time we meet,
I look forward to your touch
And be with you all over.

Do We Have to Agree to be Free?

I may not like what you like.
I may not honor what you honor.
I may not eat what you eat.
I may not think what you think.
Do we have to be at war over differences?
Is it a crime to have different thoughts?
I may not have all the votes,
But I am happy,
I do not nor wist not any harm.
I want to live my life.
Anyway, would it be fair if I call you a villain
If we are different in style.

Honesty

We used to value the truth,
We always showed how we feel
Or who we are.
We know if someone cares.
We show pride, humility, friendship.
We know what happens when the picture was clear.
Now, we abuse.
We want funny names or none at all,
We get addicted at times when we should not.
And we do find out,
We act like riots.
We turn the truth not into facts,
But to editorials to support us.
It has to be a story,
It has to kiss ass.
It has to be anything,
But what it is.
Pretty soon, we will not believe anybody.
No honor,
No peace,
No love,
No facts.
Just a wonderland of a mess,
Where everything is topsy-turvy,
And we just do not give a damn.

Hero

A hero would stand on his own,
His morals,
His ideals,
His bravery.
He would do the impossible.
Move an army with two hands,
Is not addicted to his image.
He lived alone or together with no regrets.
Nowadays, image is everything,
What his boss says,
What his friends say,
What the media represents.
Everybody wants more than a piece of the pie.
I fear the word "hero" will soon be extinct,
If not, maybe a sin.
We can strive to be heroes,
And nothing to show we are,
All we need is to do dare the impossible,
And have a lot of heart.

To See Who I Am

To see my journey,

From babe, to child, to student, to man;

I see all I amassed and accomplished.

I know what I can do,

I know my limitations.

But yet they see the obstacle

Not my growth.

I yearn not for respect,

Not for pity.

I want my opportunity,

A moment to shine.

And I will prove my greatness then.

A Town Called Hell

In a town that is a prison,

No way to expand.

No one to talk to.

Nearly every friend is gone or conformed.

The closest to paradise is like a journey.

I can only shrink in my own box.

Long have I wish to reach that golden place.

But for now I wait for my haven.

A Belle So Far Away

I miss you my sweet.
Off on my native journey,
Your smile is always on my mind.
You wait for me at the hall.
As your girls remind you of me being there.
I keep a picture of our happiness
To keep me sane.
I look forward to our meet.
And to hug you once again.
Until then,
Remember our soft embrace of our hug.

The Victim in the School

A folk walking down the halls,
Vultures trying to pick on live meet.
The scurvier runs and runs,
But cannot escape.
Nothing to seen but cacti and ignorant chameleons.
If one picks off the bird, he is seen as a terror,
But asking is like communicating in a language unknown.
The wayward must think not of the perception of others,
But the survival of self.
As long as he does not act like an atom bomb.

The Gift-giver

A man came to village
All covered up in scarf, hat, and coat.
He came bringing bundles of joy to the people.
He was adored as hero,
A saint among men.
Kids behaved as angels,
To be given the gifts.
They showed their love.
They honored him,
And he felt like he was with family.
Then the requests got too much,
Too detailed,
Too elaborate,
Too big.
Then the people never cared,
And when they did,
They asked what side is he on?
Even when he said everyone,
It was not enough.
The stranger was scared,
Have they taken him for granted?
See him as a mascot, not a man.
Soon he left forever,
Asking if he gave the world,
Would the still want more
And drive him, then,
Into insanity and hatred.

The Season of Peace

It is a season that the cold air
Can bring out the warmth in people.
A couple sitting by a lit fireplaces,
Snuggling and kissing with mistletoe.
People laughing and chatting together over some hot toddy.
When a little clank means so much to person in need.
When people who do not know each other
Are brought together in joy.
And even as the ball drops,
The time will soon come to lovers.
When a little card of red can be sign saying, "I love you."
When the softer tones of togetherness meet in a dance.
A season when those close spend time with one another.
If we can have it for a season,
Why not a year?
Or life?

The True Gift

One day to the big day,
And I am confused as Sonny the Bird,
What do I give one I love?
Do I give her something at a whim,
Only to end in an air ball?
Do I make something,
And not know why?
Do I send nothing,
And say I?
The true gift comes from knowing the person you love.
Who she is,
What is her,
What is best?
If you think nothing,
Then you are less creative as simpleton,
As even they know art.
Embrace the mystery,
Love the search,
Respect who you give.
Because gifts are like art.
You have to paint the right picture,
Make the sound sculpture,
In order to make the masterpiece.

Holiday Definitions

When we celebrate one,
Do we really need to decipher?
The pluses are different,
Responsibilities vary.
Decorations come in many forms.
The performance is unique.
The why is so many.
But one is clear,
We all love,
We all give.
We are one.
Let us not divide our love.
This is one big party,
With an ending that makes the ball drop.

Child on Fire

A playground filled with sounds of children

Interrupted by sounds of war,

A boy may imagine facing Cobra and Black Bart,

Girls dream of Middle Ages and fairy tales,

But when spoiled adults play their toys,

Youth thinks of one thing,

Running away from the monster.

This is a beast like no other.

Who takes away innocence,

He is made of fire and lead.

Feared by all,

Worshiped by many.

Yet people ask,

How do you conquer the beast?

With  another Godzilla?

Being its buddy?

Banishing it?

There is no answers,

Only fear.

A Rose by the Table

As I enter the day,

A lady in orange waits by the table.

With her, a single red rose.

Her eyes catch me as a hunter to a prey.

As I sit, her soft, warm hands touch mine.

She whispers the sweetest things.

I get lost in the music of joy as I close my eyes.

When I open, Alas!

She is gone.

But the rose remains,

Our reminder of togetherness.

I wait thee 

Lady of the rose.

The Cherished Sirens

As I come across the ragged sea,
I see two beautiful women at the angry sea.
They are as beautiful as daffodils in the green grass.
I see them
I cannot break from the sight.
All of a sudden, the mighty storm comes.
Are they illusions,
Used to get sailors off their true paths?
Do I be tempted to fall under their spell?
Then, a miracle of miracles,
As the sea parts
A light shine as a beacon.
I follow it as a puppy to a boy.
Then I come to shore,
My sip safe and undamaged.
Then i see two dames
With beauty that tempts a male virgin,
And hair as long as uncut grass.
Are these more illusions?
They come,
One has her soft hand touch my cheek,
And gives a giggle in the process.
The other a kiss with her bright, red lips.
It's like melted ice cream,
Wet and sweet.
If this nirvana,
Then by god, I am ready.
I am now at peace.

The Happiest Place on Earth

I have come from lands of dread,
Places where joy and love are crimes.
And I come to this place.
Its river is as sweet as milk and honey,
Everyone that lives there is of kindness and warmth.
Even my simplest gesture is seen as the Hope Diamond.
I see nothing but love and joy.
I see that abuse,
Drain of its energy.
But this sweet gift,
Is one that must be preserved
So the next lonely soul can have the same oasis as I.

The Golden Sun

As I make the journey out of darkness,
I see a great light.
A glow that shines brighter than the hottest torch.
Hotter than the closest star.
Its warmth is soothing as a warm hug on a cold, winter's day.
It is a sigh of everlasting peace.
Of a journey's medal and honor
For the longest trek.
Yes, I came to it,
And alas, I truly earned it.

Thy sweetest gift

After the day I give Thanks,

I look at the thing I miss.

I do not show disappointment.

I find joy.

At the gift you truly give me.

It is not material,

It is not one of deed,

It is one of heart.

You give time,

You give of yourself.

I see more than just beauty in you,

I see love.

I am more grateful than ever,

That you are in my life,

And I want to share the rest of it with you. 

Frustration

As I have fought for years on end,

My time to end is near.

I wish I can have peace,

Settle for a compromise.

But I have been caged,

My freedoms challenged,

My dignity and hope lost.

I want to finally have choice,

I want to have opportunity.

I don't care anymore if people judge me,

For they lost their voice to brainwashing.

If I can truly fight,

It is one battle that can be best won on my own.