Shades of rainbow, mighty but graceful
Whispered to the willow, For the day was blissful
As dusk approaches, Night takes its turn
How Its lullaby touches, Depth of human emotion
When all soul lays to rest, that’s when I’m awaken
For emotion is the outmost, Curse yet i still yearn
Cruel, God was, Spread His Love, everlasting
Funny, I was, Not listed as His darlings
What Is Love?
An emotion, chemical reaction or a telekinetic explosion?
All I've felt
Solitude, grievance, emptiness or may be its just seclusion
Is God Love?
I don’t know, He’s too shy to show me
Maybe I fail to realize
Love is, but an energy
Infinite, yet just hearty
Teaches pests to poets
Changes frogs to songbirds
Grows a grain to glorious pearls
Will God spare, Some of his Love?
Why would I care! Coz He never did prove!
For im just a wanderer
In this world of lies
ShallI I be human, and surrender
All my eternal, just for a glimpse of her calming eyes..
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Devil of Development
Once, 7am at this part of the world brings about such wonders.
Never two 7am's were the same.
Greetings with sparrows chirping over the fence and refreshing scent of morning air will sure to awaken every single soul at that hour.
Those were the days where I can find morning glory blooming at almost every fence I can lay my eyes on and ladybirds regularly visit my room just to show off their exquisite overalls.
Well, all good things does have and end, and the end of this glorious start of day, wiped out by, none other than we, humans.
I fell in love with the morning, when i was still in primary. The first ray of warmth brings along its life giving magic. With it, everything seems to become 'alive'. Its a feeling comprehensible only for those whom have felt the same..
Chronos never did have a good reputation though, not only with his sons for He is a Deceiver, unlike the life giving Gaia. He waved through the morning and after just ten years, Chronos made morning to be my most hated time of the day..
No more sweet melodies of birds chirping, for now whats left are just crows, scavangers just like humans crying among themselves fighting over garbage cans, carcases..
Morning glory? Now those are just lifeless plastic window and grill decors.
My favourite ladybugs? Or for least the graceful rhino three horned bugs? Kids nowdays only knew them through display glasses in museum and ornaments, guess the humans prefer the dead, not the living.
7am now?
It'll start with annoying truckers honking for they've been driving the entire night.
Filthy car exhaust and muddy stench fills the air, chocking.
Sky? Always gloomy as if it would rain but never rains, except for some days when the air became thick with smokes and chemicals.
Maybe God just wanted to clear the air, cant bear His creation lost to pollution..
Only God knows how much I've hated these, cursed filthy greed of men masked by the name of development, which took almost every aspect of these beautiful creation of God, Life, that I've loved so dearly.
Greed of Men is bottomless, the Hole in their heart is one that can never be filled..
Never two 7am's were the same.
Greetings with sparrows chirping over the fence and refreshing scent of morning air will sure to awaken every single soul at that hour.
Those were the days where I can find morning glory blooming at almost every fence I can lay my eyes on and ladybirds regularly visit my room just to show off their exquisite overalls.
Well, all good things does have and end, and the end of this glorious start of day, wiped out by, none other than we, humans.
I fell in love with the morning, when i was still in primary. The first ray of warmth brings along its life giving magic. With it, everything seems to become 'alive'. Its a feeling comprehensible only for those whom have felt the same..
Chronos never did have a good reputation though, not only with his sons for He is a Deceiver, unlike the life giving Gaia. He waved through the morning and after just ten years, Chronos made morning to be my most hated time of the day..
No more sweet melodies of birds chirping, for now whats left are just crows, scavangers just like humans crying among themselves fighting over garbage cans, carcases..
Morning glory? Now those are just lifeless plastic window and grill decors.
My favourite ladybugs? Or for least the graceful rhino three horned bugs? Kids nowdays only knew them through display glasses in museum and ornaments, guess the humans prefer the dead, not the living.
7am now?
It'll start with annoying truckers honking for they've been driving the entire night.
Filthy car exhaust and muddy stench fills the air, chocking.
Sky? Always gloomy as if it would rain but never rains, except for some days when the air became thick with smokes and chemicals.
Maybe God just wanted to clear the air, cant bear His creation lost to pollution..
Only God knows how much I've hated these, cursed filthy greed of men masked by the name of development, which took almost every aspect of these beautiful creation of God, Life, that I've loved so dearly.
Greed of Men is bottomless, the Hole in their heart is one that can never be filled..
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