Archive for October, 2005

27
Oct

Corrosive Demons

By clarencekuna 0 Comments
Categories: Current Affairs

When did I wrote this? I don’t know, I have no idea…..I don’t even know what’s it all about…

So, which side of the parking lot u ended now, hind side? Bet you did
now, so savor the moment, because that’s where you’re going to be for a
long time. Sick celluloid dreams eh? Well GOOD FOR YOU! You’re
ignorant, with your bloody headlines and heartbreaker attitude, but
always it’s about you! Nothing else matters! YOU! ONLY YOU!!!! Ah the
hell with it, I may be a child born out of wedlock as you elegantly
described, but you’re the worse one!

"Oh I’m innocent, I know nothing, leave me alone!". Oh now you’re
alone right now all right, how is the other side of the moon anyway?
Feeling cozy? Too cold for you? I bet it is! HAH! You deserve every
single Goddamn minute of it. It’s because the hurt that you’ve caused
to those poor souls anyway.

What hurt, hey! Why don’t you open your eyes for a bit and see
what the world has to offer now eh! You got great families, friends, a
great life and still you come and bring up those lines of obscenities!
You think everybody will succumb to your self pity! WON’T WORK!!!!!
Cause at the end of the day, only the truth shall set you free. All the
pain you’ve caused, no matter how eloquently you’ve tried to hide it,
will all come to light, and it already did.

Right now, everything’s in a sequential hidings now eh? Well,
congratulations! Those you’ve hurt are now in a bliss and you’re
drowning in your own mug. Serves you right! What was it, you had enough
of it? Well, so be it! You’ve asked for every single Goddamn minute of
it! But still, people around you loves you, they just wish you’ll see
the truth. What is wrong with you, where are your priorities? Drones
came for your aide, but your self styled arrogance rendered you blind.
You are so full of yourself, despite your ‘holier than thou’ attitude.
HEY! NOBODY’S PERFECT!

Scrape that innocent puppy face and those pathetic headlines off,
cause this ain’t the morning papers. Maybe you should be kicked to the
real bloody world, where people tried to figure out how to eat for the
day, maybe then you will understand the real suffering. You’re too
needy, and you’ve always succumb to the wrong damn thing!

Wipe that fake policies out of your face, don’t think everybody’s
a fool in this world. You better go out more often and visit the alleys
where the sick and the poor stays, then maybe, maybe you will
understand, if you still got an ounce of sense left in you.

Wake up and smell the damn coffee! It’s time to cast out the corrosive demons in you!

10
Oct

Love note to someone

By clarencekuna 0 Comments
Categories: Poems

Love note to someone

I was about to reduce my world to a bitter cold,
Dying inside, to a blissful fade,
I see nothing that was worth loving for,
And the cries I did were too grave.

The absolute globe would have stopped turning for me,
The myth of faith could have been at its worst,
And beyond that the pain was still there,
As the obscenities came flying to me.

I could have stopped my heart to a whisper less faint,
The grim should have been there
The strong inside me was too intense,
But hope took the last train,
And said the fainting goodbye,
Fading away.

Then when I came to this point,
I saw you in that velvet dress,
I could have smiled but only managed a shapeless smirk,
But you never cared for a minute while,
Instead, you just jostled through the crowd to send me a message.

I never wanted those lullabies then,
But with you I crave for the water,
Though I tried too hard to remember love,
With you I could smell its fear,
And then I’m not sure.

If it could be the world, I would have been true,
I just tried to place the word,
And you just turned to me and smiled again,
The whatever I said before, seems to be meaningless,
Right now I secretly wished it was love,
But I know it’s too soon to be alive,
Because I don’t want you to be the last train that took off earlier.

I want to believe in you, if you could believe in me,
I want to see love in you, if only you could offer it to me,
While the dissident voices only whispered the early signs,
I just want to run with you,

I only knew your smile but the breath was already gone,
You spoke to me like a true bliss,
And there was the life in you I see,
I know it’s too soon to tell you, too soon to lay it down,
And the carriage was too far away,

My oh my, you took me flying to a secret place,
You made me a coffee for my nerves,
You see me in a different kind of sunshine,
And you slipped those tears away from me,

I don’t want to understand how you kept me cool,
I don’t want to understand your mysterious ways,
I just want them love to shine on me,
And when they shine from you, then happiness again would be forever mine,
And I’ll share it with you.

I just want to say them to you,
On a love note that would carry them away,
Yours was truly a golden shine,
And I would gladly go through the winters with you.

Oh how I wish I could hold you now,
I wish I could say the words,
What seemed to be a passing thought,
Turned to something I want it to be,
I want to take a step further,
And I wish I could make you see,
Even if the time we spent was just less than a moment.

And at this hour, I could only think of you,
And how I wished you think of me too.

07
Oct

An Ethereal Touch

By clarencekuna 0 Comments
Categories: Poems

An ethereal touch

I sat down by the porcelain porch,
Wondering about the stars above,
I picked them up and asked them why,
That between lost and found where passion comes into the picture,
Maybe the evil faces has torn down that castle,
And the sound silence of life have given the mighty float,
I can try to scratch down for the patience,
But sickness and those tiresome fingers gave away the creep inside of me.

So when did the dead spoke to me and why?
Why the reeling figures of speech give up on me and turn me down to that cumbersome loss?
Have I seen the loss and crumbled upon it?
Have these bleeding figures finally take the last ride home,
And as you still figuring out the angelic prayers,
It still haunts me like a yesterday’s fever,
And it still tries to take me off to a sullen anger.

A profuse light glows as I seeped around the corner,
I got up to a gory haunt life,
I couldn’t figure out the simple equation,
I just couldn’t understand the deep meaning of those around me,
She grabbed me by the collar and spread the ghost of her into me,
The cold goes away and the heat scrambled on to a tingling sensation,
The fingers lured me down to a blissful dream,
And the main kill was there to send me to oblivion.

The hourglass spoke its language,
I stood still to look deep into those eyes,
The prying fingers were into the sensational heat,
I couldn’t tell between lost and found,
I couldn’t see between blind and hurt,
It was all a cramping fire around me,
As I felt the searing warmth building inside of me,

She shared her blood with me,
Trying to tell me about the love she said she has found in me,
I cried tears I’ve held up,
And stammered the same words,
I never felt the betterment as better as this,
I could only see one light in that soul of hers.

Time stood still,
As she exchanged her breath with mine.

05
Oct

~~ThEmE FoR DIsTAnT LoVeRs~~

By clarencekuna 0 Comments
Categories: Poems

ThEmE FoR DIsTAnT LoVeRs

blue skies
Sun drowning on a dissident orange
tired eyes
And the scenery replenishes the colorless odor
night falls
Into these arms which held thunderous love
choirs sang
A soothing theme for the distant lovers
soft winds
Catching the wings of change
gentle waters
Tapping the footsteps of desire to another dimension

Oh the blue skies trapping the tired eyes as night falls and choirs sang against the soft winds slapping the gentle water.

Gentle brushing of the viola
Misty keystrokes of the piano
Lazy tapping of the bass
Goes gleefully with the theme for the distant lovers

parallel times
Sounding ghastly alarms on each other’s minds
said once
The words that meant the world for both
soft kisses
Even when the distance is evident between them
flying onwards
Joining the flight of the demigods
looking over
The hills where they first met
blue skies
Whizzing past their ears singing melancholy tunes

Parallel times were said once again as soft kisses took them flying onwards while looking over the blue skies.

Theirs was a theme, a theme for distant lovers.