A MOMENT IN HELL

In life everything around goes awfully wrong,
And the road to happiness may seem so long.
Sometimes our problems may seem so cold like ice,
And even the sun may not be able to dry the tears in our eyes.
All our fears keep tormenting us deep inside,
Making our joy and happiness leaving our side.
Everyday of our life we labour in pain,
And get beaten by the unfavourable sun and rain.
Sometimes we get our heart broken,
By discovering how much of our joy that has been stolen.
Tears of frustration keep running down our cheek,
Even when we are so humble and meek.
The cloud of nightmare keep hovering above us,
Making our dreams as dead as humus.
Sometimes we get punished for things we didn't do,
And get scolded for things we didn't mean to do.
Everyday we keep praying for a way out of our misery,
When to us our existence is like a mystery.
We get betrayed by our peers,
With a broken heart and no hope of repairs.
We get frustrated beyond our endurance,
And push to the wall beyond our tolerance.
Sometimes we get beaten by life blows,
Thinking that life is a bed of rose.
Our heart been broken with no remorse,
Pouring down pain upon us.
Sometimes life becomes so bitter,
That there leaves no hope of it getting better.
In the depth of our heart lies a hope,
But the strain of our pain makes it impossible to cope.
We just keep moving with no direction,
Hoping for a better destination.
Life making us go through hell,
For many reason that we can't tell.
We just can't stop dreaming of the peace of heaven,
That will help lift away our heavy burden.
But one thing i know is that,
We'll surely keep up the fight.
No matter the battle we fight to survive,
One day our soul will be revive.                        

GOOD MORNING

Let the haze of the grazing rays of this dawn
Bring you a sense of the morning bliss
Warm thy lily heart of yours springing fawn
Like lips bring home a blended kiss

Let the radiance of the morning
Shine and polish your smooth sweet skin
An ebony of beauty so adoring
Endowedly befitting a gorgeous queen

Let the hue of the morning mist
Paint a radiant smile in front of your beauty
For in you alone consist
Love,peace,happiness and tranquility

Let the warm and tranquil sunrise of the day
Bath you with my care like my baby
And Make you understand that all I just want to say
To you is an awesome morning to you my sweet sexy lady

STRANGE SONNET

Your eyes grace the stars with humility in awe,
a glimmer and sparkle; such as never seen before.
Your eyes like diamonds from heaven in the skies that soar,
A majestic magnificence that defies the earth's laws.
If the moon in full radiance could prostrate to you,
If the sun could sing songs of this glorious truth,
If the heavens would split asunder for losing you,
the melodies on the harps of angels will forever play their tunes.
I speak little but envision greatly in words that I write,
recording the rhythms in a heartbeat in first sight and in first light.
My pen runs only on the inspiration it can use as ink,
and with you I can keep writing without a moment to think.
You transcended spontaneously; I was taken back infamously,
Never have I ever set eyes upon a lady who extruded so radiantly.
Though we've only just met; I say words I never regret,
and in the essence of honesty I'm glad that we met.
Not always do people find a true beauty such as you
That transcend grace and love into the path that's grazed by your awesome presence
You conjure up some of the universe most magical smile
That can melt the hardest of diamond from a thousand mile
I stay humble ever searching for evanesence and peace,
and with you I find I can always smile with ease.
Your beauty grips the pillars that holds my heart in place
With a radiation that can take the sun off its position and place
And you understand perfectly exactly what the heart wants and need.
you humble me with your gift of kindness in a high speed
And with those magical touch of yours I hope to share in your bliss
Cause your presence set my heart ablaze
The sweetest of words escape your lips and leave me breathless.
Butterflies flutter inside that takes away my gift of speech
feel day dreams with your static covered voice,
So smooth and feminine like the melody of a thousand love songs
Never have I been so drawn to the corners of another's mind,
wanting to fill myself beneath the core of your four walled heart
shower you in every real sense of affection and adoration.
Your brilliance captivates me,leaving me wanting more than forever with you
I want to get completely lost in you
That I will never have to find my way back to myself
I want to make a world with you where the air I will breath
Will be the life saving gas oozing out from your two precious nostrils
The only face I want to see everyday of my life
Its the pretty face of yours that defines every meaning of beauty
I want to be the only authorized person in the world
To always and only make you laugh even when you don't feel like to smile
I want to live in the four walls of your heart
And always call it my home

DEAD AND DYING. By Jason Abaga

Someone should write a poem, for all the dead and dying;
Of how inside their homes, the blood is red and drying.
Of how night came upon them, with flames and desolation.
Of faces fraught with terror, and fear and resignation.
Someone should write the words, to comfort the bereaved
Who saw what knives and swords, had done. And those who grieve:
The ones without their parents, the friends who weep alone.
Who know the pain that settles and seeps into the bone.
Someone should write the story of all the dead and dying;
Some scribe should write it nicely, who is not bled as I am;
 Some go-getter poet better who can get it done.
Someone should write this history, and if you are the one…
Tell them about the crying, tell any who will listen,
That there are people dying, and there are children missing.
They took young men’s lives, and infants from their mothers.
Ask if we should hope or seek deliverance from another.
Tell of the sons and daughters, murdered as they slept.
Tell of the slain and slaughtered, and elders who have wept.
Tell them the streets are bleeding, the gutters running red.
Tell them the people grieving have asked if God is dead.
Tell them of all the anguish, of drowning in its flood.
And speak it in their language of shit and piss and blood.
Of naked women taken, raped, and men they execute.
Of lying waiting, aching knowing that the next is you.
Tell them of dying nameless, in blood and excrement
And of surviving flames to perish in the next event.
Of how when the fires die, the stench of burning flesh
Rises to the sky, until the cycle turns afresh.
Tell them about the students, they ones they’ve been kidnapping.
And if they wonder why, explain what must be happening.
Tell them of homes abandoned, who see misfortune rising.
Repeat the names of all the dead until they memorize them.
A man is dust and ashes, a soul but breath and wind.
And life too quickly passes, with solace left unhinged.
 So write of all the innocent, the victims of their plotting.
Call them: The Taken, or The Lost, but never The Forgotten.
Someone should write it all, because my words are bitter.
The pain to chronicle this, is more than I considered.
The skill it takes to craft it, is more than I have got.
Someone should write it all, for God knows I cannot.

WHY HATRED?

Why do we hate when it hurts?
Hate… it comes with the highest cost…pain.
To hate means to hurt, to feel sorrow and the constant struggle
It attacks from every angle, feigning for tears and heartache.
Fools hates, for they willingly submit themselves to despair,

Why do we embrace hatred?
Why do we choose to believe in something that mocks every emotion?
Is it fear itself, or human nature, survival instinct?
Will science discover the reasoning for such insanity?
Of all the worlds’ mysteries, hatred remains unsolved.

I am in pain,
I have drained all hope
Diminished all optimism for hate,
to drown in my own tears, alone

Why do we hate, more importantly…why do i?
Are we scared to be alone, or are we trapped in sick game destined for failure?
Do we enjoy pain, the taste of the salt on our tears.
Or simply is it the desire to feel something magical.

I am lost, I am alone
I feel as if every gesture is unwanted, unnoticed
My sadness consumes me, yet…
I persist, I keep trying,
To control the very demon that steals life from my beating heart,
Hatred, is the devils’ game, and I am but a slave to its trickery.

INSIDE OUT

Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room,
yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair and doom
Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that brings you to ease,
yet inside hides a girl whose world is torn apart in different piece
Outside lives a girl with an amazing smile that brightens up the day,
yet inside hides a girl screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger everyday
Outside lives a girl with the personality everyone envies,
yet inside hides a girl full of insecurities and unhappy memories.
Outside lives a girl who is fearless and tough,
yet inside hides a weak girl who isn't strong enough.
Outside lives a girl full of life and vibrancy
yet inside hides a girl whose life is full of pain not worthy of remembrance
Outside lives a girl with a perfect image,
yet inside hides a girl with regrets and mistakes.
Outside lives a girl of innocence,
yet inside hides a girl who needs some condolence
Outside lives a girl with goals and aspirations,
yet inside lives a girl lost in a world of confusion.
What you see on the outside is her personal disguise,
What hides underneath you can't even begin to imagine at a glance.

GRACE OF THE SOUL

The character that build within

Comes from making all kinds of sins

It is with trial and error

That we can truly face our terror

You know that you are coming into grace

When not a bit of your history do you want to erase

For it were not for making mistakes

Could we slowly begin to become awake

The " grace of my soul " 

Is allowing my true self to unfold

I feel that for the first time that I am coming into my own

I don't just feel it in my mind,but also in my every bone

Slowly the internal scars

Begin to disappear when you know who you are

Every other aspect seems to become less

When your mind can rest

The personal battles begin to cease

When you arrive at peace

I had always felt my life was a scrambled sketch

And that I was nothing but a wretch

Now my mind is like a serene field

And I cannot help but yield

In this beautiful internal dwelling

That softly begins telling

The loveliness of this world 

to a girl

Who was shy and meek

For now I seek

The guidance of my mind

And I listen to each and every heartbeat

I am just now starting to feel complete

For we all come with a different bodily mold

It is up to each and everyone of us how our story is told