Saturday, June 26, 2010

"The GOOD-MORROW"

by JOHN DONNE

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
For love, all love of other sights controules,
And makes one little roome, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,
Let us possesse one world, each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheares
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dyes, was not mixt equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.

~~For the movie Tristan & Isolde


Monday, June 21, 2010

"Just Another Excerpt..."

I heard her voice...
A call
From five thousand miles
Does it matter
That it isn't about us.
It's not with what was said...
Just the voice
It's enough...
      To make me smile
      To make my heart
           skip a beat again
      To send shivers
           of longing...
           of needing...
           of hurting.
Questions echoed
Bellowing from within
Is it not over
After endless adieus
After the last tear
That was shed.

NO.

It's far from over.
The curtain did not close.

Just another verse...
Just another refrain...
Just another excerpt
From my ode of endless LOVE.



“People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don’t. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut’s long gone, the pain still lingers.” — Grey’s Anatomy

"Nostalgia - Episode I"

Once again
Seeking solace
In the company of friends
Drowning time..
     with laughter
     with stories
     with fun
But the sound
That echoed
Were shallow...
Lifeless.
The day ended
New morning arose
With whispers...
      Of hope
      Of laughter
      Of strength.
I heard
But I am not listening.
For what my heart
Craves for
Are not Promises
But Life...
       Of laughter
       Of stories
       Of time.
With them
Who matters to me

Sighs.

Another episode.
Another day.
Under the mid-eastern sun.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

"Insomnia"...a poem for Mi Amor

What prompted me
  To wage war with the moon
  And turn evenings
  As an extension of the sun's day?
What stopped me
  From closing my eyes
  And give up the pleasure
  Of a deep slumber
  For a moment with you?
Why did i not let
  Time dictate
  Nor allow the day
  To grab hold of my strength?

For every ounce
  Of my blood flows instinctively,
  Pumped into my system by your HEART
  And not MINE...
Every breath that I take
  Are held by your unassuming presence
  And alluring voice...
Every nanosecond of my life
  Being controlled and turned
  Everytime that you smile...

What then can the night do
to cease the sun from turning in?
What then can time do
to measure this unearthly lifetime?

NOTHING.

For YOU are my day...
  YOU are my night...
    YOU are my moment...
       YOU are my lifetime...
  
YOU are my every breath...
  my every heartbeat...
    YOU are my body...
      My soul...
        MY LIFE!