SOLILOQUY

There are moments that we felt so lonely

that sets-in during times of being away,
away from everybody,

and when there’s a feeling of uncertainty.
Making steps back and forth,

with a far distant look.
Speak, talk but no one listens.

The comprehension for every word uttered.
The mental grasp of the thought

trying to convey.
The acceptance of self-imperfection,
so easy, yet so difficult to render,
when we believe that we are faultless.

Self-believer is a vainly proud individual,
who dares to talk but neither listens,
who dares to criticize

but neither see his dusty face.
He speaks, he talks but no one listens,
and never he realized

that he's only talking to himself.

If I Could Write More (re-post)

Many times I wrote about the rain,

and how it brought the joy and pain.

I also wrote about the deep blue sea,

and how it was ruined by humanity.

Wish I could write more about nature,

so as the stream with water so pure,

and so the fowls flying in flocks,

and the mountains with trees and rocks.

But how could I write the unseen things-

if it only exists within my dreams?

How could I describe it so vividly-

when it was never in my memory?

I want to write about the human life,

of the society and the people’s strife.

Wish I could pen down the things I see,

and make known of the inequality.

Also, wish I could write about love,

that in everyone’s heart it will have.

But how could it becomes a reality-

when everyone is full of animosity?

If only, I have the courage to write,

of what I see whether it’s wrong or right,

of corrupted things and what the people suffer,

so it may be known to those who do not care.

http://lifespoem.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-i-could-write-more.html

GRANDILOQUENCE

A man of honor as they thought,

waving, standing in front of the crowd,
speaking extemporaneously with conceit,
capturing and leaving the throng in awe.

"Tomorrow is a new day coming,
the hope, the future of today,
home for the homeless". . .
so lofty but empty promises.

Passed on from generation to generation,
dynasty of moneyed people,
each promises of heaven and earth,
making toy of those who believe.

Here comes a face so fresh,
a picture of strength and innocence,
delivering a new pledge,
but then again, it's an empty speech.