When Bonny Came

When Bonny came,
Bonny didn't know what Bonny had done,
Bonny triggered a gun.
Bonny made sense.

I felt the rush
of blood as it gushed out -
no more a stream,
but an ocean of vast tomorrows
and fragile dreams
inside a fragile being -
For the fragile being is most vivid
when in love, and
when the senses are above all

Nonsensical.
Irrational.

Dense! with idiocy

I forgot in a moment
all my woes.
Bonny made sense.

When Bonny looked away
Bonny didn't know Bonny made me sad,
Bonny came at a time I wish I never had.

Ocean

We strode off too far out at sea.
We couldn't swim.
There was fear in my heart
But I had found us alone, at last
Closer apart
Closer to heart
The drowning was a start

Tried my best to drag it this long
Maybe you tried for a while
I harnessed you in,
You tried to hold on

But in an ocean, who wouldn't have?

I was your Moses(, mouseph)
I rifted the waters and I let you go.

My manic and I

*sigh*

Sometimes you just have to hold back I guess. 

There's no more room for chaos or a leap of faith. 

You have to keep working as hard as you can, 

knowing that you're running for something bigger. 

And you have to hold back. 

Hold back. 

Just hold back. 

HOLD BACK . . . 

Orfred

Stagnant times call for stagnant measures. So this happened last month. Though there's hardly any productivity with Orfred, we were still able to chill and talk life and vision with each other.

"Rooftops and crows, and guitars, and away we go" 

Photo by: Shafkat

Unbaked cheese.

Sometimes I wonder
if you can hear me from far away.

From far beyond the apex
of the highest mountain
of that mountain range
that ends in a slope
down to a vast plain,

and even beyond,

where rocks fade to fertile lands,
but where meadows never became.

Beyond to where 

the glimmering sands

touch the sea, 

so pale and blue,

beyond the horizon

where the sun breaks through.

And somewhere beyond 

in your abode

Can you hear me there?

Can you hear me close? 

Free verse. September 4, 2014.

The greatest tragedy

Death is not the greatest tragedy,

Great tragedies begin
Where stories don't end,
In death, or in life;

In life - "what might have happened?"
is the slow poison that wears
us down, with hearts heavy
and hollow, waiting for answers
'till death.

And death is not the greatest tragedy.
Life left incomplete is.

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