Tainted Fortune

How many times shall we consider our luck?

How soon can we say we have it all?

When will come to know the true meaning of happiness?

Perhaps never, or not at all

Is it so impossible that we have to quiver and crawl?

Underneath sheets of unending concern?

For the least and the small…for the grand?

For the unusual that we could not understand?

What do we need to survive this fate of a tainted fortune?

 How far shall we run to yet discover the truth?

Of a happiness that asks for a price unknown?

Where shall we go from here, where shall we hide?

Tall tales of unspeakable horrors that haunt

Freeze our soul with cold and unforgiving thoughts

Left alone to think what has happened

Pacifying the underhanded link through the heart

Sleepless nights, inconsolable emotions

Endless pensiveness, alone, and mystified

At the end of the day that implies

Our lives will never end until justified 

Stardust

I remember when flowers grew on a moist-tender earth

When bluebirds sang on the branches of a birch

Then suddenly the sky turned a heavy grey

One day in the merry month of May

I saw ripples on a moss-laden stream

Circle and whirl like the end of a dream

I looked at the sky to see but none

The gleaming rays of the sun

Slowly rain came down from above

Like beads of glass on a ring of love

Thunder roared like a lion in despair

Crying in pain creating havoc and fear

Then lightning sparked on the death-laden sky

Frightening all creatures including birds that fly

Then the east winds began to moan

Speaking of fear in a desperate screeching tone

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Then suddenly halted the thundering blaze

Opening a door for the sun’s glorious rays

Thunder and lightning returned to their domain

Leaving nothing but a mess of the fallen rain

Birds began to sing in their nests on trees

Welcoming the soothing summer’s breeze

Then I saw a big bow of great colors

Signaling the end of the darkened horrors

Romeo's Reprise

How surreal can his young love be 

For Juliet who endured a tragedy

A love they made in haste indeed 

Yet their story speaks of a worthy deed 

A love made in haste hath cast a curse 

On lovers forced to sing a bitter verse 

As we try to be as romantic as the story told 

Of Romeo and Juliet who never seem to grow old 

We fail to understand our own existence 

If we dare to speak of their foiled romances 

“Love at First Sight” was their truth 

When they met, they were in their fragile youth 

In our memories, their love is unique 

How can we compare, if we are each other’s critique 

In a restless world where we hope to love like them 

Love is just a feeling of chaotic and utter mayhem 

Where one hopes, while the other awaits 

No matter how dense, we all love in haste 

The Stallion

An ethereal voice beckons the mighty steed
From the south he gallops in a gentle speed

Upon morning’s break he emerges from the shadows
Beneath a threshold he treads with trotting echoes

The mighty black stallion reveals his profile
To the one expecting, it takes a little while
He speaks none, but a smile he reveals
He touches yet shows not what he feels

The mighty black stallion with his mane so smooth
Bends down to quench his desire as he masks his truth
To the meager stream from where he drinks
Proceeds with his ways and secretly thinks

The mighty black stallion and his quiet disposition
Rests upon the grass and neighs his hidden emotions
For once, finally, he falls completely entranced
Now he waits and holds his majestic stance

The mighty black stallion seeks for his lost identity
In a place of peace and familiar tranquility
Feigned, unaffected he leaves without a trace
With no shame, no regrets, again, he hides his face

The mighty black stallion returns to the shadows
From where he came, silence replaces the echoes

Graduation

I lay claim to Summer’s fair
I gaze upon my future unaware

With shadowed sight and anxious gaze
Upon tranquil nights and restless days

I conceive my luck and my fate
With zest and unwavering faith

Upon the bridge of proverbs I shall stand
When time permits, I will comprehend

The Maiden of Ire

Many had wished that she become one with the world
Hoping that she change her ways according to some
Yet she could not be bent, she could not be swayed
Reaping only but scorn, and none would ever dare
Even a mate so wise-- she could never be preyed

Gentle as a breeze is her tempered grace, yet
Even at times she is a force to be reckoned with
Often unconsoled, and often unabashed is her poise
Leaving no trace of spite, only a thundering noise
Lady, she appears as such, but never a ruffled Mhyre
Even in a barrage of pitiful and lesser scathe, still
Generous in words and praise, she remains with
Undeniable strength, intentional forbearance, and
Equanimity—her arms, because she is the Maiden of Ire

Jewel

Just a little girl who became a woman
Ever innocent, and once naïve-- now forlorn
Was it fate that brought her to the threshold?
Endless wonderment besieges her soul, it seems
Let it be known for this woman who was once a girl

Deep in thought and deep in sighs
Everlasting hope is her only answer

Give her credit for being as such
And you’ll be amazed by her candor
Let it be known for this woman who was once a girl
Animosity shall never replace her valor

May she find peace
And the love that she needs
Remember her kindness
In times when the world is friendless
And her angels where her devotion lies
Never forget this girl who became a woman
On top of her smile, her truth knows no price