What We Used to Be

Misunderstandings untangled kill like bandits:

You might stay silent until you know it’s too late.

Puzzles unsolved raze like speckled grenades:

In time they’ll become the reason for distance forever.

Sometimes I break down, I fall apart.

I think I miss you but I’m locked with no choice.

Sometimes I fall asleep wondering where did I fell short?

And wake up limp with your absence beside me.

I believed in destiny like how I trusted love,

 (Felt safe merely by the stares of your eyes)

But then now I just feel imperfect; unworthy.

I must have missed the boat that just sailed away.

I never promised to give you the stars and the skies,

Yet I did swear to live beneath them with you forever.

That’s why it’s hard for me seeing us changing,

But the worst is remembering how happy we used to be.

Tired Under That Mask

I never thought I'd be tired,

Tired of looking at the same man in the mirror

That delicately scented man

Who followed rules within his harbor

I never thought I'd be tired,

Tired of being submissive to my past:

Respecting, cherishing lessons learned

Now that I know nothing is to last

Been so long I stayed as someone,

Who'd love to make them smile.

But I never thought I'd be tired,

Now I claim that someone just died.

I would spend much; I would lie!

I would keep cursing; in sinning I would dive!

Hell, you're angry? Think I'm mad?

You never cared when I had that mask!

I'd be fat as much as I can,

I'd love to be a disappointment as long as I want!

I would kiss, I would touch whoever I like,

Dirty under my strong sweet unfading perfume!

Hate me more and more each day!

I'd trim and dye my hair in way that displeasures you.

Being disgusting disgusts me too,

But being too nice for you disgusts me more.

I never thought I'd be tired,

Tired of being one that pleases you.

Tired of making you appreciate me.

Tired of being in the cage that you built for me.

All I wanted is to hear you speak

Words that define my worth; but now-

I'd rather love to see you hate me for who I'am,

Than to see you love me for being who you want.

A Dog's Life

The life of a dog is a dog's life.
It is pain. It is suffering and grief.
The life of a dog is a dog's life.
Full of fear and gnashing of teeth.

God/dog, dog/god.
Palindromes and dreams of nod.
God/dog, god/dog.
And all I hear leaves me agog.

So lift up a leg to the Hound of Heaven,
to the Great Dog Star in the sky.
Sit up and beg to be forgiven,
and let this sleeping dog lie.

God/dog, god/dog.
It's heady stuff, all cloud and fog.
God/dog, god/dog.
With feet of clay and mind in bog.

The Great Dog Star is our image;
he is made as one of our own.
He doesn't wear clothes and has a wet nose,
and thinks nothing of sucking the bone.

God/dog, god/dog.
Speaks from high: a monologue.
God/dog, god/dog.
In cunning plans, we're only cogs.

The life of a dog is a dog's life.
It is cruel. It is brutal and brief.
The life of a dog is a dog's life.
Thrown a bone to atone like a thief.

God/dog, god/dog.
Like unicorns and golliwogs.
God/dog, god/dog.
A chant easy as falling off logs.

To the Great Dog Star, pay homage.
And croon to a singular moon.
If the night is primal and savage,
obey and bay in good tune.

God/dog, god/dog.
I've seen machine and catalogue.
God/dog, god/dog.
A keen design to whip and flog.

God/dog, dog/god.
It sounds absurd, and awfully odd.
God/dog, dog/god.
Share the word and spare the rod.

So lift up your snout to the Hound of Heaven,
lift up your heart and growl.
Show your respect for the Hound of Heaven,
just throw a ginsberg and howl!

by: David Smith

Love Dillema

Love Dilemma

Carl Ace R. Parilla

In the darkness this tempest tears my eyes

A tempest only our hearts do hear it

Still yours hearken the muteness of thy lies:

A lie that deny this ardor of mine,

Or a lie that forswears your love to me.

O, how hard it is to seize this affair

Hope it’s just sunset that fades in the west;

Or a music that halts when veils are down

Wish we could end it, then our conscience rest.

That ring on thy finger says you love him,

Yet this kiss on my lips cries thou love me.

Yes, I know it’s wrong; pain is all our doom

But for alteration we got no room.

Choice is in your hand; break his, or break mine.

He Guides...

Trapped in the gloom of the bygone age
Locked in the bars by the impudent eyes
Been tearing for years for these anguished wounds
Been breathing for life with this melancholic air.

But out of the Hades' I found His light
In His path i walk upon His sight
He ended up the miseries of my disdained soul
And made exist of the cul-de-sac of my reveries.

Now i live with ecstasy in my heart
With my pals I write splendid memoirs
No more day is prosaic or mundane
How lovely yes it is, this life renaissance.