A dreamer’s tale.

He reached heaven’s gate where earthly talents abound. All his life he had wanted to be a genius. Einstein, Nostradamus, a huge name in humanity.

Through series of persistent doubt and life falters, He finally found his feet and paved his own way; believing and hoping the next day that breaks would bring him closer to his dream.

Days rolled by, he kept on existing, believing, hoping and wanting tomorrow. Indeed a lot of tomorrows did he get until the one on his dying bed. His life flashed before his eyes. In disappointment his eyelids closed. Knowing he wasn’t going to open them again nor see another tomorrow, his heart heavied. He could have shed tears but his tear duct was dry.

His brain blinked and within seconds of change in transmission, he found himself at heaven’s gate. Although a cozy place just as envisioned on earth, with its own routines, he still couldn’t comprehend how he lived his life dreaming.

He never became Einstein nor Nostradamus or even himself. His heart couldn’t take the pain anymore, he bursted out to the tour angel in tears, interrupting heaven’s tour for newbies.

‘Angel, angel,’ he cried, ‘I would love to see the archive for earthly talents.’ he begged. A little startled, the angel asked to know why. He told his dream and how it was never realized on earth.

At heaven’s gate where earthly talents abound, he was shown his earthly talent. A seed that was never sowed let alone germinate. His heart heavied again, in heaven.

Slideshow.

Whenever I put on

my slideshow

I relive memories of you.

And as I savor

each bit of it,

I store the sensation

in the sweetest part

of my brain

to regurgitate them

from time to time,

whenever I put on

my slide show.

For Jane.

Crazy in love.

I fell in love
with a retard
in my neighborhood.
She was unique,
gentle and pure.
Society said her mind
wasn’t right
but in her eyes
I could see
a perfect woman
and with her touch
she sent me to heaven.

She was an angel
with no wings
a genius with no invention;
I believed all her babbles
for even though they made no sense
they were genuine and humble.

Despite how strong
our love seemed
the love teachers
couldn’t understand
how a man of my caliber
will fall for a retard;
but then again
they agreed love is a mystery
that only the heart understands.

With that understood
my love for her
waxed stronger
as she sent me
to higher heavens.

Have a pleasant week, you reading this!

Desire.

Love is pure:
like the one
that gushes out
of my heart
every blessed day
yearning for you,
hoping for reciprocation
but totally wasting!

Zeal is strong:
so each time
your fragile heart
builds a wall
to prevent me
it spurs me on
to break those walls
and conquer.

Success is certain:
if determination
is mixed with
the right formula.
So each time
my love gushes
with no reciprocation,
it triggers the zeal
to want you more
which leaves me searching
for the key,
the right formula
to win you over.

Result is end product:
and I believe
I’ll get it right
with you in delight
to have me
as your shiny knight.

For You! :*

Heart-less.

I gave my heart
to the birds
and watched them feed
graciously on it;
ripping it apart and gulping
the blood that spewed.

I threw my heart
on the highway
while watching the trucks
climb over it with speed;
splattering it everywhere
with no hope of repair.

I spat my heart
from my mouth
into the toilet sink
like mucus from a flu
and opened the tap to the end
to wash off every stain.

I gave my heart
to you wholeheartedly
with no insurance or whatsoever
only to watch you treat it
like each scene
in the verses above.

How I miss blogging regularly.

From ashes to new.

I punctured my heart.
How could I?
How could I?
How could I do such a thing?
I should have let
sleeping dogs lie;
but was it wrong
to be optimistic
and coated in confidence,
ignoring a second thought
of ‘what if’?
…Perhaps!

Here it bleeds fire
that burns a cavity in my soul
throwing my mind in disarray.
and my body
in an uneasy state.
But my brain comes to work
with a certain thought
about the phoenix;
reminding me of how
it must burn to be re-born.

With that as the last piece
to the puzzle,
I emerged from the ashes
of my failed past
knowing I leave nothing behind
as I take the next exit
to a new life.

A new Sun.

Today a new sun rises
from the east of despair
after a night of crises
that looked beyond repair.

From the east of despair
piles of broken hopes
that looked beyond repair
was fixed back into the scope.

Piles of broken hopes,
although looked redundant
was fixed back into the scope
for never was it considered insignificant.

Although looked redundant
faith held and stayed strong
for never was it considered insignificant
despite all seeming wrong.

Faith held and stayed strong
above all the night’s crises
despite all seeming wrong
today a new sun rises.

My first attempt at a Pantoum. Inspired by Mair.