On a very profound conversation with a friend. I have come to realize that people are not just a bunch of emotional faces you see everyday. People have colors. Rizza Marie, one of my dearest friends, I percieve as one of those that readiate pink to the atmosphere. Audrey, another of my dearest friends is soothing turquoise. Myself, pridish blue(if there's such a word...sprung from the word pride). And that friend I was conversating with, Kathleen, one of the rare people that explodes colors like the rainbow. We just knew each other and yet I already consider her as one of my dearest friends.

This lady, due to her rarity is often misunderstood. She's just made up of too many colors than the usual human person. Incomprehensible to a few, unconcievable to most. Strange...mysterious, unknown. It is a fact that humans are scared of what's unchartered. But with our few conversations her true self begins to unfold. And I have come to realize that she had been cruely misjudged. It is undeniable that to men, her pretty face is admirable. If only it is possible for men to see what's deep within, they'd come to see, she is even more beautiful.

Perhaps, she's nothing but an evolved soul. Aged by time and shaped by life. Perhaps that day will come, that all of us may become the beautiful rainbow that she is. But when that day comes, pray that we shall never be shaken by misjudgements like her. Despite the roughness of the world's treatment, she stood untouched and unshattered. Otherwise we shall stay unevolved, and even that one color that we radiate will fade away...fade away to oblivion.

Charing!!!!
;-D

Kaya kumareng Kathleen, stay nice, stay pretty and most of all...STAY CRAZY...like the rainbow that u are...ahahahaahahahah.

It's been a long time since I've written rhymes. I lost someone that has been a significant part of my life and had been an essential tool that shaped my soul. And since that event it is as though I have lost my skill with the Quill. Heheheh...rhyme noh. But there's still hope that lingers within the dark corners of my heart. Hope that someday we we'll trudge down the same path. And when that day comes I'll never let her go. Geeezzz...getting cheezier. And cheezier...

Anways. She was the reason why these rhymes came to be. And she was the only person who understood every word of the line. She's yet the most brilliant mind I've ever known. And most of all, i value her because of the experiences that we went through together. She was the only person I touched the clouds with...literally. ;-D

and cheezier...
hahahahaha

I just drank too much coffee...so humor me...

LA VIE N'EST PAS TOUJOUR FACILE... ;-)

Fuzzy Visions from a Dream
By: Me

Merry horses dancing on a lake’s calm waters,
Steeds lead the virgin mares towards the sky’s shutters…
White Butterflies chant curses towards the godlike hills,
Beguiling so that brought rivers winter’s chills…

Behold ye the bright and lively colors of a lost anthem,
Hearken ye a lost kingdom’s banner intone a rhythm.
Behold ye the aspen trees tall and great,

The Great Desire
By: Me

To stand in rare sweet calmness,
In the mist of storm and war…
And to walk in humble greatness,
Cling like a brilliant yet reachable star…

To hold the radiance of strength,
When rain wash thee weak…
Thy soul remain clear and plain,
When the sun seems to shine bleak.

To maintain thy precious sanity,
When praises bathe thy flesh…
Yearn a life of prosperity,
Decline an infuriated life of eternity.

For what more is there to treasure?
Not gold, spice nor an epidemic’s cure!
To think this is indeed inane!
Desire thee solely what thy heart can contain!

Heed thee closely to the words herein,
Claim thee not that thy soul is clean!
Is thy possession Humility and courage?

Oath to Success
By: Me

I will suceed…
Should I fall, Should I stray,
Should I weep or Should I bleed,
Strength of mind,
Strength of soul,
My sword and shield,
To reach my Goal.

I will succeed,
Dreams will navigate my will,
My body having the pace of a steed,
Pursuit of truth,
Quest for dreams,

I will succeed,
All ears shall heed my voice,

Words of truth,
Wisdom of gold,
‘twards man’s eye,
Shall not long enfold.

A sad song shall heal thy broken heart.
By: Me

Ye, who solely behold the cursed skies,
Ye that art bound by merciless lies,
Cruel circumstance break ye apart?
Sing! A Sad song shall heal thy wrathful heart.

Is it not that love songs are prelude to romance?
But love only propels a sane soul to an indisoluble trance!
When delight and bliss now commence to part,
Sing! A sad song shall heal thy mournful heart.

Forget thee not the sins done upon thee,
Nor should thy anger collect the fee!
When torment seems to have no will to depart,
Sing! A sad song shall heal thy broken heart.

A Distant Star from a Distant World
By: Me

Thou art a distant voice from a distant land,
A whisper like the sea waves breaking upon the sand.
Thy purity, thy hands, thy lips and thy grace,
Transcends every law of time or space.

I am a mourning soul that drowns in grief,
In an ocean of blood and tears I drift.
But by thy distant song of hope I shall rise,
Rise up proudly to the clear blue skies.

Within the midst of darkness and twilight,
I breathe thy memories and thy face was my light.
Should my days ever turn so cold,
I shall wish to thee, A distant star from a distant world.

Whenever I see children running like wild horses on the lawn, playing, laughing, smiling, sticking their tonges out, poking their playmate's eye, or yelling their hearts out, I see innocence, I see freedom, I see wild imagination, I see bliss, I see genuine happiness. I envy them.

At times when I see sadness cloud in, I just try to regress. Go back to childhood. Go back to it like it's a far away land I once resided. It almost always lighten up my soul.

I like children. They're innocent, they're honest...but at times annoyingly innocent and brutally honest. Their innocence is like a sharp knife that could cut through your skin without you knowing it. And their honesty could make you realize that you're the biggest lie the world had ever told.