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City Lights

moon and city lights

Photo taken and owned by Bobby Neptune

 

As I dove down through what seemed like a large keyhole inscribed by the thick night clouds, I saw below, orbs of light, like stars, illuminating the expanse of loneliness.

Then I thought; How lucky the Moon is to see and witness this view – glorious constellations each moment of his life.

But…why had all the stars fallen?

Somehow, I began to be doubtful of the Moon.

Was it not that the selfish Moon who rules the heavens deemed the stars unworthy, and banished them all to the Earth, in order that he may boast his power?

But look!

The revolution has begun!

The army of stars below are shining brighter than ever, like burning magnesium!

And I see that, very slowly, the Moon has begun to bleed out his monotonous light.

How long would it be til’ they oust their king and take back the heavens which was theirs?

Very soon, I hope so.

 

 

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Inspired by a plane ride ūüôā

Photo borrowed from this site: http://www.bobbyneptune.com/places/

 

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poetry, prose, Uncategorized

Christmas Solo-bration

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Photograph taken and owned by Fran Veale (07/12/2007)

 

Footsteps and footprints all around town

Sounds of impatience, horns, and rumbles

Smiles passing by, lights shining down

Souls elated by gifts that tumble 

Except for one sitting on the corner

Foiling up his leftovers 

Six pm, but he unrolls his covers

Saying,

“Gon’ save this for later,

…for the 25th of December”

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life, random, Uncategorized

The Question We All Share

We’ve all heard this question before, and I’ve realized I never really had an answer up until recently.

The question is, “Are you happy?”

Three simple words, and yet, more than enough to send us into a perpetual cycle: walking down¬†memory lane, with a cold bottle¬†in one hand… Afterwards, insomnia, which is why the staring up the ceiling for hours and making friends with shadows on the wall (that’s what Rob Thomas said) happens.

“Am I happy?”

A simple sentence yet, for me, evokes a mix of emotions, just like that of a volcanic eruption.

And the more I think about answering the question only leads to more questions needing to be answered.

“What is happiness anyway?¬†Why am I bothering myself with this question?”

What actually bothers me more, is why, long before, I never really have had any answer, until now.

Is it that I was avoiding such question after all? Or perhaps, is it because I feel a tinge of sadness everytime it hits me every 12 am of any random night?

Then finally I ask myself, is it really necessary to answer this question?

Obviously yes, because unfortunately, I have to answer the question for this post’s sake.

And to answer the question, “Am I happy?”, I have only one word.

Content.

Not happy, definitely not not-happy.

Just content.

And so far¬†in life, I can say that for a long time I’ve straddled the fine middle line of contentment.

Maybe not the answer you expected, but I hope someday, on this journey,  I may find the true meaning of genuine happiness.

Because honestly, is it not happiness which we are all looking for after all?

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poetry, prose, Uncategorized

If I Were Anything…

If I were a place
I wouldn’t be a park
‘Cause like the birds
Noticing nothing but the scattered seeds,
You have forgotten my flowers
My freshness, my scenery
You before had noticed

If I were ever anything…

I wouldn’t definitely be the flower
Who for only a short time has been companions with a bee
As soon as it gets what it wants
It dances off and hops to my fellow flowers
Then I suffocate on self-pity
And question my worth and beauty
…Or the seashore
Because you love me to your high
Savour my salinity
But leaves when the sunset comes
And often, I’m left
Uncertain of your return

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prose, story

Doctor’s Yoke

“Doctor heal me!”

She cries out with desperation.

Yet when he asks her,

“How are you feeling, my dear?”

Her lips are sealed.

.

A doctor helps.

But how

If she restricts her speech?

If she conceals her inner cries?

If she assumes things to fall to place?

.

Whether or not the doctor asks

As long as no words pour,

Powerless he remains.

The expertise doesn’t matter.

.

But a doctor is patient.

He understands.

and hopes.

.

And under his breath, he swore.

“I will wait.”

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poetry, prose, religion

The Father is the greatest!

Breathe in!

One…two…three

Breathe out!

That easily, He commands

My worries to flee

Through my nostrils

Down towards the dirt on the ground

And with might I shook the earth

As I crushed all of them

While crystals fell from my face

Now, I claim nothing but victory

For with the Father, there is no defeat

And while the war inside me resumes

I predict my glorious return

Sword raised on one hand

And the free hand reaching for the heavens —

A gesture of joyful surrender

A taste of everlasting peace

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Uncategorized

Stars, Love

A SKIN-COATED LABYRINTH

‚ÄúStars have got something to do with love ‚Äďlove, whose distance I cannot fathom. Love, who could only be seen at a specific time and place. Love, so beautiful to look at. Love, who feels like it stares right back at me. Love, who could blow up anytime. Love, who could fall and vanish anytime. Love, who has its own world. Love, who has its own satellite to revolve around.‚ÄĚ

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