Mama

I am the eldest among your five
Thought not the closest to jive
Am that child that is hardheaded
And sometimes a little cold hearted.
Amazed on how strong you are
We’ve been to many up and downs afar
Taught us how to live this life
You saw us taking our own flight.
Eventhough you can’t feel me much
Being away from your hugs as such
Am forever grateful that I have you
A person that Papa dearly loves too
A mother perfectly created by God through.

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The Same World Will Never Meet

The same world will never meet

Even though their feet has the same beat

The same world will never meet

Just like the old chair replaced by a new seat.

Two minds that somewhat jive a lot

Minds that clashes on the same but

Two minds that seems better than a large mat

But never did it meet at the mid though it clot.

The same world will never meet

When both are tough enough to make a fleet

Strong hearts, bold minds and a single plate to eat

A bowl of what good’s enough to make both neat.

Abby

A jolly young lady that once was judged,

By how she acts that made her grudge.

But later on have been open enough

For people to see what she is kind of.

Not as hard to please as might what think,

But appreciative enough to make someone wink.

Tough and hard as you might know her from the start,

But don’t be fooled, she has that cute lovable heart.

The smile and laughter that she often gives,

Have made the moods and ambiance cool to live.

But once she started to be silent,

All somewhat died and loses its vibrant.

So we keep up to bring things into balance

For her to be revived and share the radiance.

Silence VII

I thought this would end at thirteen

But I think seven would be a little mean

It was sooner than I ever expected

A little bit long than the thing you rented.

It hurts a little but not like before

I know I have no right to ask for more

Assumed too much that I can’t handle

Depression, fear and anger now bundled.

I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of wanting

I’m tired of you always neglecting.

This is the time long been wanted

Moving on to a thing that was once enchanted

Never again my love, goodbye and enough has been said.

Silence IV

Days, months and years have passed,

The feeling was felt and thought would last.

But as we grew to be more mature,

The feelings felt was now unsure.

Yes, it was a dumb move,

To constantly imagine myself to be with you.

I assumed that the feeling was mutual,

And never imagined it’s becoming a ritual.

Days, months, and years passed,

Woke up to this reality,

And saw myself in sympathy,

Drowning my feelings in self pity,

“It’s time to stand up!” said God: the witty.

Agony

Superiors roam and peasants domed,

These long winding savage old road.

Superiors cloacked with silver and gold,

While peasants, of dirt and oil were coat.

Pork, beef, poultry, wine, and cheese were staple,

Peas, rice and even grub were palatable.

Meat munched by barbaric ginormous mouths,

And grains to feed the grumbling stomach and lips that pout.

Powerful, unbeatable, heavenly described by all,

Chins ate up, walking straightly proud and tall,

Down the mud, little people helplessly crawl.

Tears, sweat and even blood were shed,

In God they mercifully pray and remediabity beg.