Lemons

Don’t be a fool for the color seems tangy,

Mistake the coarseness for naturally bestowed smooth,

Simple yet expensive, a luxury thought of.

And a delight for those palatable skill that which food is creation.

But I do not speak of that is bound eaten.

I yearned for its oddity, displayed.

A few consider some adjective to praise on.

Suffice; I am but somebody allegorically as explained.

Supple and sweet your affection, bright yellow.

Even those unblessed with sight, smiles.

That’d seem to come from its humble abode.

Flaky like snow, elegant among all.

But one of thought deem to query,

A coat of crudely fashion, I wear.

Of such expensive gift to know,

In its entirety, at use none of all wasted… No.

Saccharine in it’s ripen form; yet sour for a tongues delight.

Feelings that come certain yet toughened to wedge inside.

From all may think that embodies the whole is bitter loving,

But the complexity of what it has, a plenty to exploit.

What luck then I have considered of all qualities true,

To define, to know of what I admire from this petty yellow fruit.

That one he is maybe kind, yet one has to strive for the better part.

A grind too acrid, a squeeze maybe right.

Just Because I LOVE to WANT things I LIKE.

Just because I am in my depressive unemployed status I told myself while lying on bed this afternoon trying my best to fall asleep but my mind had thoughts of its own decided to think of all possible reasons for me not to doze off and so this blog entry is the product of such inter-synapse business affair.

I need a job. (That surely is one thing I plea for)

I like getting a sudden hug but not too long.

I want a bouquet of flowers for me and make sure I have something to place them into.

I want new clothes.

I love shopping.

I love going out of town.

I love the feel of afternoon beach sand all over my feet.

I like the smell of fresh tilted soil, a little damp from the night’s rain.

I want to get what I want.

I want to eat without worrying of getting fat.

I want to have those adorable beach bodies that I aspire to.

I like trying out new stuff.

I want to be around famous people.

I want to be famous, sort of even just for a day maybe a week or a month.

I want to be remembered for something amazing I did.

I want to get noticed somehow even sometimes it makes me vain and whore-ish for attention.

I like ice cream.

I love watching sunsets.

I love trekking but not those vertical heights just the one with paved paths at least.

I love blogging even if it takes me forever to update another entry.

I love taking pictures of stuff that interest me sometimes even an ant crawling its way to the brood.

I love selfies.

I like reunions, parties and gatherings as long as it involves food in it.

I like joining party games especially those for kids.

I love hitting the piñata.

I like good looking people, those who look after themselves.

I love watching romance movies.

I like reading books.

I like going up the roof and sit there every night and just let the dark surround me in silence.

I want to circle the world.

I want to meet all my facebook friends.

I like reading horoscopes.

I love doing anything in random.

I like surprising people.

I love long walks and talks at the same time.

I love just sitting quiet.

I love being noisy if the situation permits.

I like drinking milk tea.

I want to teach.

I want to be a noble prize winner.

I want to do without worrying what other people would say or think about of me.

I want to be happy.

I want to be an astronaut.

I want to write at least a best-selling novel.

I want to get gifts not for the effort but one has thought about it.

I want to be surprised that I don’t know what to do.

I want to just keep on moving.

I want to finish something I started.

I want to meet my favorite celebrities one day.

I want to be in a red carpet premiere.

I want to eat in a very expensive yet very worthy restaurant.

I want to have my own desk.

I want something written about me in a magazine not hate notes.

I want my own house.

I want to have everything I see at that moment that I like.

I’m sure I will have lots and lots of things to like, those I love and all that I really want but darn it would take ages to tell them all but here’s one…

When I say, ‘’I like that’’ suffice to say, ‘’I want that’’.

Above all,

I love myself.

One thing though, the blog picture does not make sense with the whole “I want, I love and I like that’’ blabs I did maybe so it gives the whole blog entry a little panache. Just Saying.

Chasing Waves

Don’t look back. 3 words, one thought but it takes a lot of courage to will oneself to do that. It relates to some phrases like; forget, move on, keep moving and whatever synonymous ideas it may seem to end with… Turning away.

The Shore.

The waves howl on a summer still with wind, gulls gliding above feeling the warm breeze, the unforgiving heat quicken the shore to return to almost white. There was a visitor and he was no stranger.

The sand pricks his foot at high noon, wondering said the rocks why he’d come at this time of day!? He went on, hastened to reach water. A splash and off the sea kisses his toes. There was tumble and rumble, awe in look he stared across the vast sea, lightning dances along the horizon. A whiff of cool air tells him rain will be here soon.

Barren, silent and white. There is peace and he can never ask for something more.

High above, the passage of clouds play shadows upon him, teasing the sun as if he were playing hide and seek, he smiled and chased the dark patches of sand; he was after all a kid being chased by none but the sun. He grew tired though in the end, the bristly warmth embracing his skin, yet the cool whisper of a changing season reduces it.

He stood still and marvel to what he feels; freedom and stillness. He stared from where he wandered, foot prints lie on countless for which he can’t seem to recall whichever starts first and follows next. He smiled.

A splash came and with it goes everything.

Shocked.

One wave, a fraction of time.

Everything dried unmoving as if no one was ever there.

To Contemplate 101

When something hits the end, it is the end. There will never be a long road ‘coz wherever we take ourselves in travel or dreams we are meant to be in some place we should be, an end to a journey. A movie may have sequels, a next part or an explanation to what happened but each has its own end. Life too has its end. They say each ending is a beginning but neigh each ending is an end of something of what has passed, It can never be retracted only reflected on… an end is something most of us barely exude facts that we as individuals have to face… moving forward.

Closure. A stop to something started or the need of a decisive halt to the matter of something that should no longer exist. An idealism that has gone too far to be controlled. A state of being to convince the inner soul that what fanatic beliefs may be procured from countless dreams is unreal and needed concluding.

Forget. A choice.

Everything will just be a memory, the good, the bad, happiness and loss. Every memory will haunt us in different ways, others will play lessons, many will be reminders of an impending mistake and least will be a test of faith and ones will to personal growth.

We say we should follow the heart and mind. But haven’t one of you thought that our brain is responsible for what we feel!?? For what we are!?? He controls our world… almost. There is no heart and no mind just the whole being able to decide and decently created to function as a whole. We are what we do, what we think and what we live for. 

Brain Storm

The sky is in chaos.

I walk the damp road, puddles on my feet dirt all over my sole.

The sky is in rage.

Where are my thoughts, at awe as flashes of light dance and surround me?

The clouds clash with cold, heat rumble in unison… only the brave marvel the theatre.

The night is still.

A passing of change as the tide flows on, the wind at a halt and left with sore conclusion, rain is to begin.

The sky is in chaos.

Swirled Thoughts.

Mundane Night 101: My thoughts are in a blur. 52413-1029

Facts.

That feeling one get when they can’t utter the right words to say, not that they are ignorant of life or deprive of knowledge but what seems to be the right thing to do is right in front of you.

A Puddle Of Mud.

Ever wondered being free but being in chains? Being able to fly but somehow confused whether to keep going or not?! I wonder how migrations occur and parents would let their once chicks fly into the emptiness that is the sky & not ask themselves if they are ready or not to take flight?! Have it occurred to one being able to run and not think of what’s on the next bend!?

Fitting In.

What is home??! Is it a state of being!? A building!? A group of people!? Or is it a worldly thought of having surrounded by the most important persons in ones living existence? What then makes those without the completeness of a whole!? The missing!? The lost!? The grieving and those who are alone!? Where is home!?

At Heart’s Content.

Need and want!? When do we need something!? When do we really want something!?? To what extent do we want a thing from needing it and needing something that we want!?? Is needing and wanting all the same or is it just a degree that comes down to contentment!?? When do we really say we had enough or do we just keep on filling that empty hole inside being the human in all of us!?

Courage.

Risks are what they were ‘coz someone was brave enough to sacrifice everything he had for something right.

Mistakes.

Failing is when you fail to see that you failed and one keeps on doing it but what’s worst of all failure is not learning from every single one of it. Is there more we can do with it!? Do we really tell ourselves when to make the right stuff and not failing at all!? Do we always have to strive for perfection!?

Status Quo.

We only see what we want to see, hear what we ought to hear and say what should be said because we were told that bad things come from what we should not see, criticisms and sarcasms exist from what other people say and we grew with people saying what is right from wrong. For we were never thought of life’s greatest lessons by perfect people but parents and friends who also did wrong and are trying their best to do what they think is right. In the end, we all have to figure it out ourselves and make every complicated simple things make sense.

Deception.

Ruin is the eyes, for they see what is wanted,

They sought what is tasked,

They know from what is given,

And shun the will from which they only mean for it is in their nature.

Enslaved I am to those perceived of true beauty,

Blind from what glows anew,

Shadowed of knowledge with honest verity,

And lost to thoughts winding to confusion.

Is it with sin that my eyes can see?!

Or is it with will to choose which to adore?!

But sin it is to maim such liberty,

To wonder, to regard or perhaps feel bewildered.

Where is my being!? Where is the soul!?

If what brings light deceives one’s own destruction.

If wants are mere metaphors of seduction.

What do we make from what we need? A clutter of unfortunate compassion.

Adonis is no sin.