Saturday, December 27, 2014

Supremacy.

It's something bigger...
Bigger than what I see
Because before me
Lays enemies, traitors and haters,
The intercessors
Of my downfall and misery...
Bigger than what I feel
Because inside me is a weak and helpless heart;
A powerless fighter
Is what I am.
Bigger than this cruel world
'cause this world is vicious and wicked!
It is... full!
Full-
Of hypocrites, crooks and fools!
Bigger than... myopia!
The myopia that prevents
Me from believing
In good overcoming evil,
Blocking my optimism!
Bigger... than my shell
In which I can't break free from,
And if I'm not improving,
I'm just backsliding. 
And I'm something bigger-
Bigger than my sight and feelings
Bigger than this atrocious world,
Stronger than my breakable shell.
I don't fret
At the sight of dilemma,
'cause somehow
Every block,
Every enemy I fight
Every stop sign- I skipped
Led to something bigger;
Bigger than anything
That eyes can see:
The skin can feel,
Then hands can touch;
Supremacy!
Supremacy;
The victory of living for myself.
The victory;
More than that of
The story of David and Goliath;
'cause this is more than a triumph;
more than winning;
More than excellence;
More than a conquest;
It is supremacy.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Do Not Weep At My Gravestone.



                                                      
Don’t weep at my gravestone ;
I’m not there
To offer you my shoulder,
I’m not there
To wipe your tears,
I’m not asleep;
You won’t wake me!

I’m in a place
Where love resides,
In the absence of sorrow
And tearful nights.

Don’t weep at my gravestone;
I’m not there
To hold your hand,
I’m not there
To hear you out,
I’m not ignoring you
I’m in another world…

I’m in a place
Where beauty resides,
In the presence of
Beautiful music
And passionate poetry.

Don’t weep at my gravestone;
I’m not there
To listen to you,
I’m not there
To walk you through,
I’m not hating,
You won’t speak to me!

I’m in a place
Where peace resides
With all the alluring souls…
I’m happy now;
I don’t see sadness.


Don’t weep at my gravestone;
I’m not found where you seek me,
I’m not hiding-
You can’t find me,
I’m not playing peek-a-boo;
I really disappeared!

Don’t weep at my gravestone;
You can’t see me,
You can’t find me;
But you can feel me…

I’m the sunshine on the grain;
I’m the gentle autumn rain.
I’m the feeling when you blush;
I’m the diamond you dug.
I’m the stars that shine at night,
I’m the sun that gives you light.
I’m the beauty-
Treasured in you;
I’m the sky that looks blue.

Don’t weep at my gravestone;
I didn’t die-
I’m just away…

Wake up, Picasso!


                                          
Picasso, Hear me!
Hear me, and wake up!
Wake up, Picasso!
A great artist you were,
And so are you; in your grave.
Cubism
Constructed sculpture
Collage; you made.
Small god, small creator;
What I call you.
"I paint objects as I think them
Not as I see them," you said.
 And I write you as I've heard you
Not seen you!
You're nowhere to be found,
And for this reason,
I call you! Hear me!
Hear me and wake up!

Wake up, Picasso!
Wake up and paint me!
Paint me;
With a rose in my hand,
With a big red heart,
With my lover in the very middle.
Paint me;
With a dark brown skin,
With a wide big smile,
So I can give hope
To the dying.
Wake up and paint me!
Hear me, and wake up!

Wake up, Picasso!
Wake up and sculpt me!
Sculpt me;
In gold- With the perfect ride of my breasts,
With hips without lies,
With diamonds At the meeting of my thighs,
With a brown pupil in my eye.
Let me be the light,
Where darkness lies...
Wake up and sculpt me!
Hear me and wake up!

Wake up,Picasso!
Wake up and write me a poem!
Make it a love poem.
Describe me
As a rose of the Sharon,
A lily among the valleys.
Recite me a poem.
Recite it;
With emotion and soul
Make me believe it,
Boost my confidence
A little higher.
Picasso,
 Hear me and wake up!

Wake up, Picasso!
You're not done yet.
Wake up
And paint, sculpt and write!
And when you're done,
Get back to resting...
Resting-
 After accomplishing
The timeless in time.

Picasso, Wake up!