What I do not know, I fear

Like a mirage that’s just about over

The mirrors in your eyes I doubt

Words I do not hear, I loathe

Such truths that silence lies

We remain put placed to where now

The frowns beneath the smiles unseen, I dread

Your beautiful mind flies from time to time

Where does it stay when it lands?

Sweet but sour, like an indistinct viand

The happiness I sought in you, found?

Truly are you with me?

My plight remains unchanged unless in time you will

Shun this doubt of your proof of will

End this unmatched devotion, that I may no longer be alone

Give me rest, my Love.

Fold me into the embers of your bossom

the sweetened taste of your scent, so dame

bleed me of passion of my lushes desire

of lust, passion and love a-fire

Craved hath this tongue laid taste of your essence

of beauty and eros defined, refined

The wholeness of you, all purdy bind.

Hath rendered sanity ultimately blind.

And that when you hold me dear, near

closest to your soul, so bare

Clutches the inescapable unison

As such that flame and frozen flares.

My woman, my lady, wife and all

Such heaven’s haven thou art have in you

In a moment’s time, a crisp of bliss

And I will feel you forever mine

Traded mirth,
will it decomission pain?

A gamble’s worth,
a reason to forgive and forgo; to remain?

Conceded Truths,
hath it been the truth, will it ever Change in the other face of the dime?

A wishful hope,
will it warrant the strength to carry on, love in permanence time?

A penny for my thoughts,
would you ought to buy the eternity in my mind?

the rebirth,
such are the humdrums of reality, it happens and happens not

My alleged victory,
have I really won what I’ve fought?

so vivid,
Which truth is make believe?

Time,
Has it come? or will there ever be for me?

The You to me,
or The You, you remembered was?

Rebirth, bliss

That day the world stood still for us

Amidst the vertigo around the traveling bus

That day your woe resided with death

You come to acknowledge the Love I hath to give

It was a beginning to many things

A thousand fold of many beautiful things

Daintily enclosed in the envelope of animate promises, spoken and naught.

Freedom I thought

The unforgivens I’ve fought

My world, my all

But Lo,

What I thought I’ve killed, relived

And haunts you back,

Then draws you in

Into the promise of mirth in its beginnings, beauty as well, as much

The grief of its once end, that dread in you, i have seen

There you lie in disconcertion, me in disdain

Bliss, pain

Imbued, these colors that rival into a tapestry

Of beauty and madness

In You

Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you 

Lay beside me, under wicked sky
The black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining... 

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you....
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too? 

Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear.
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, But she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there... 

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you....
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too? 

Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are your eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it 

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you....
What I've felt, what I've known
So sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits,
The one who waits for you.... 

Oh what I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you....
(So I dub thee unforgiven....)
Oh, what I've felt....
Oh, what I've known....
I take this key (never free...)
And I bury it (never me...) in you
Because you're unforgiven too....
Never free....
Never me....
'Cause you're unforgiven too.... 

Oh

Yan naman pala eh .. Ang gus2 ko lang
naman.. wag kang maxadong mayabang.. Ang
hangin mu kc..

Quote ko sinabi mu sakin tungkol sa
profile ko sa bulletin last time ha? ..

BlitzBoy:
(NOte: captions within the parenthesis
are subjective comments )
"
hahaha..

nice one!..

pisti bah (A 14 yr old kid swearing.tsk
tsk!).. kapangit atong iyang
page(God, seryoso ka? You’re the first to ever say that.XD).. ang akong gi
rip ad2 kay codes
raman para sa CAPTIONs.. den other
JS…(Just what exactly is your
definition of a "Rip" kid?! That "Pilfering" is an excuse?!) mas chuy pa
ako sa iya..(haha! grabe ka nakakatuwa
sinabi mo dito! Rip gani ka sa ako nah! haha!XD)

Ripper raba pod tong amaw..
unya nasuko sa ako kay ako gi rip ang
iya?.. hahaha.,… lolx..(LOlz! SEryoso
ka??!)

** GI BLOCK PA GYUD KO NIYA ** pero
marip man gihapon ang iyang page..

bulok man mo protect.. hahaiz..
hahaha.!!(Jesus, jUst exactly how many
times do I have to repeat myself. It
wasn’t a BLOCK you retarded fool…)

** GABA ** ehehe..(Frankly? I don’t
believe in luck either…)

— BlitzBoy —
Professional Ripper
*watch out!* "(NOw this is the part
where the whole world will know the kind of
sick person that you really are…)

Kung binasa mong mabuti comments ko sa profile mu,
malalaman mong naiintindihan ko lahat ng
pinagpuputok ng buchi mu ..

Bottomline.. since noob ka nga.. YOu
should really learn how to owe people
the appropriate respect and and give merit to
where it’s due (in bisaya: Mag baton ka
ug respeto dong.) Granted the
considerable age gap between us, I
would’ve already assumed you would know
less than what I am capable of. ..Unless
if you’re that once-in-a-million year
kind of gifted child, then I would have
to reconsider.. But then, I absolutely
doubt that…

And another thing, I don’t care if the
other profiles you’ve ripped from
doesn’t mind you doing the same crime
you did to me. Kasi, ala naman akong
pakealam sa kanila. Ni hindi ko pa nga
nakita profile nila Fuel The Hate ba
kamu? at cnu pa ba yung binanggit mo …

Cge, consider ko nalang nagkamali ako sa
pag assume na, na hinahamon mo nga
profile ko. Pero sa tono ng pananalita
mo sa bulletin post na quote ko kanina,
yun ung dating eh.. kaya di maiwasan yun
rin isipin ko…

Next time kid. Be smart enough to learn
how to use the right words…

An oh.. I’ve got no issues at all
teaching you with anything that I
already know. In fact that wouldn’t be
an issue at all if you would’ve took the
initiative to ask me that permission or
brought it up at the first place.. which
if I may correctly recall, di mo
ginawa.. di talaga…

Naaalala mo ba ginawa mu? .. Nag post ka
nalang ng comment ng nalaman ko ng nag
rip ka pala sakin. At tapos,
pinagyayabang mo pa na ripper ka..
Nagmukha ka tuloy sira ulo bata…

P.S. Kasi.. nakakainis na rin ang
pagka-hina ng utak mo. Yung Lagging
Scripts, pra talaga sau yun, d para
i-"Block" ka, kundi paalala lang na
maling-mali tlaga ginawa mo ..Sana
matuto ka na this time..

Dude.. Last reminder lang.. wag kang
mxadong mayabang sa profile mo.. d pa
nga yan nangangalahati sa profile ko.
Paanu nlng sa mga profile ng mga nagturo
sakin, na na-offend mo dahil sa pagrip
ng mga script nila na ginagamit ko rin?
Lam mo bang marami-rami narin galit
xeo?! Hilas man gud kaau ka.. Si Hanna
nga imong gi ripan, asa ka sa pag ingon
sa iyaha nga "YOur profile’s
better".God…Grabe hangin!!

A thing to ponder kid. A smart person
thinks before he leaps and most importantly, always
humbles himself.

Which, if appropriately said, You never
ever qualified at all ….

I maybe, seemingly omniscient at times. But that doesn’t mean I’m complete.

I maybe, well-versed casually, however I am mostly voided with meanings

I am empty. Because I chose to be

Because I used to fear being complete.

Yet I also fear, that she may not complete me at all.

Because, she was never meant to be..

To fear or not to fear?

To fight but perhaps, reap rejection, or yield and do nothing, but never gain?

Withdrawal syndromes… I’m so sick of it.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Social Respect as a mandate: it Sox!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And then… I remember, that I should’ve not said that… tsk tsk …

Now, I’m really really, disconcerted… confused…

Bottomline: Kill, before it gets worse…

Option: I’m open to all of your suggestions… if you can read between the lines.. hahaha!!!

A Ride with the Waves
Life indeed relatively resembles waves. Opportunities come and go, practically fluctuating every time. Chances pass by your unawareness. However, sometimes they’re a slap in your face. Relatively reasonable explanation to this might be that, truly, we are not in total control of our lives. That our existence is a juxtaposition of varying perspectives and so many possibilities, you can never consummately account.

A Song Played Throughout
Granted, that we are practically coexisting with unpredictability, uncertainty, and other synonymous words. It’d appropriate the fact of inevitable misfortunes. They’re usually manifested through the casual scenarios of our “unlucky” lives. (Varying from unjustified academic failures, liar S.O.’s and eventual break-ups, drunk driving, etc…) They pose questions to us. And at times, even to the end, we don’t find the answers we’ve sought at the first place. But as much as, you know, most of the times we don’t’ find these answers, due to the perennial revolution of life, we are compelled to forgo and move on to the next circumstances which will eventually, again, pose us questions for us to either find answers or not.

Immortal Crimes
Here’s a point to ponder. If conceded that the vastness of life is just simply beyond encapsulating by our power and influence, why is it, mostly of us, cry over spilled milks? Ruing the things one could’ve done but haven’t done which drew the unlikely outcomes? Words that should’ve been said, but left unsaid until the opportunity faded? Fought over something so desperately but wasn’t victorious at the end? As much as regrets do always come at last, this can never be the entire epitome of our comprehension about life’s unpredictability.
It’s pointless to continuously mingle to what have happened already. Moreover, it’s even nuisance just to settle a considerable amount of time just contemplating over something permanently written in history. Consider the time spent for nothing. You could’ve done something and be someone about it.

Where Choice Comes In
I believe this is where control plays a role. It is practically up to us, whether to choose moving forward or stay dormant and futile. That life, maybe uncertain at times, but there are the things you are ultimately in control of. That after what have unlikely happened to you before, you have the rest of what is left of your life to live. It’s the offset of the other quintessence of your being. That Choice is the opposite of Fate. A choice to grab an opportunity that pass by or not, a choice to either say “yes” or “no”, a choice to refuge in the shadows of your unforgiving past, or revere the gleaming glory of your future.
It should be a point of consideration, that if a moment comes you can exercise that power, use it. Make it.

Move on, look forward. Live the rest of what’s left in your life by choice…Your Choice…

I am a poet of night and death
The words I use are breath from a living corpse
So are the worlds possessed by my soul
An empty well, unfathomable eternal void

But heaven’s hallow opens its gate
In rarest times it rains grace
Light smothers the broken heart’s yate
The cold shuns by the ember of your face

You are, like the sunlight of morning dew
The frozen warmth of bittersweet
That embraces my severed soul
That balms my pains, so discreet

The scent of a rose, in the stench of cadavers
So distinguished, sole and one
Unmistaken and absolute, it stands
You are to me, in the sea of gone

The purest of your innocence
Installs your walks and presence
So dainty, delicate a bliss
Your happiness’s my only wish

A life’s breath into me
The moonlit night with thee
The undead world exhales
Moment you dried my heart’s wails

A lifetime of rhythm played
The dance were danced and swayed
One final prom for this artless soul to stay
Let it be you, if you may…