Because I Know Why I’m Here (Poetry)

Just another poetry I had written awhile back.  Perhaps I had posted this very poetry, “Because I Know Why I’m Here,” on this blog already.  Nonetheless, the original version of this poetry had too many errors, and I just fixed it now.  Anyhow, here it is!  Enjoy it right after the break!!!

  • I walk numerous miles within these shoes,
  • even though I have no direction,
  • looking beyond a blue sky,
  • wondering why I’m here.
  • Drinking a soft drink by the seaside,
  • wondering of yesterday,
  • and the day of today,
  • and of tomorrow too.
  • Sentimental things creep in,
  • telling me that I feel lost,
  • losing my way along the way,
  • of where I’m heading.
  • I question myself,
  • I reaffirm my beliefs,
  • there was no way I would have knew,
  • the way I took was a wrong turn.
  • Looking beyond the now,
  • I feel time supposes to churn,
  • the way it means to be,
  • not backward but forward.
  • Therefore, even though I feel lost,
  • losing my way along the way,
  • everything I have believed,
  • it is all worth it.
  • Keeping a spirit high,
  • readying for whatever,
  • whatever the future might be,
  • I fear of nothing, and on I tread.
  • Whatever the future might hold,
  • or however it might be told,
  • the future matters little,
  • the now matters a lot more.
  • Let life unfolds the way I feel,
  • I be foolish and hungry for what I seek,
  • feeling for whatever I wish,
  • let the art inside of me creates rainbow.
  • Let the candles fall off the skies,
  • let the night comes to a close,
  • as if a fairy tale has ended,
  • and a curtain has closed.
  • This, I say no more,
  • but all I see are my own feet moving,
  • carefully of not slowing down,
  • even though I have no direction.
  • I’ll put more miles in my shoes,
  • even though I’ve no direction,
  • I’ll look beyond the blue sky once more,
  • and stop wondering why I’m here.
  • Because I know why I’m here!

Poetry Had Got To Be Poetically Inscribed?

Just another poetry I came up with.  Hopefully, it is not that bad!

  • Poetry had got to be poetically inscribed?
  • Yes, sometimes he would like to think it!
  • No, some other time he would not so wholeheartedly have it!
  • Inscribed it might be yet it could be whatever.
  • It could be the wind blew north,
  • the sail poetically sailed the sea northward.
  • Inscribed it might be yet it could be a mood.
  • A feeling which described nothing alike.
  • Poetically, it was like one dreamy summer afternoon.
  • Around the world, colors dotted the landscapes.
  • There he was, inside a room, alone!
  • Poetically, he wrote these dreamy lines.

Speechless

This poem depicts the feeling that I had when I got to read the grueling content therein of “THAILAND: Muslims in the South are slaughtering Buddhists in order to ethnically cleanse the area (WARNING: Graphic Images)” blog post.  I condemn (although I’m a nobody) all violences!!!  I don’t see how any violence would solve anything, because violences in general only breeds more violences.  Of course, the argument goes that if one side would do enough terrors, more so than the other side, then the other side will give up in terror.  I doubt that will be the case if the other side doesn’t have a choice in defending themselves.  Plus, violence such as killing is so uncivilized, and here I thought we humans are better than this.  Aren’t we nowadays have easier access to education than centuries ago?  Aren’t we humans know what peace mean?  If peace mean peace, why on earth peace has to let violence leads the way?  Sure, you can say violence first, peace after, but I refute such a thought.  To me, violence first means hatred can be spread farther…  there is no guaranty that violence first can solve anything.  Nonetheless, if all sides use peace first, only peace can derive from peace.  It is almost, if not 100%, a guaranty that peace will always derive from peace.  I think killing is the worst of the worst that there is for being human.  Killing will never be justified for anything.  If a God wants someone to kill another human being, he/she doesn’t deserve to be my God!  Period!!!  Us humans face tough life from the day we born, certainly we don’t really need violence to be the additional bit to the tough life equation.  Survival of day to day life is already so tough, because not everyone is lucky to be born into a wealthy family or meeting the best opportunity in life.  Most likely, many people will be sweating their ass off just to make ends meet.  The unfortunates might have to face terminal diseases.  Yet here we have senseless killing in the name of God.  It’s just plain wrong!  Isn’t a spiritual belief supposed to be peaceful?  I think I should rephrase that!  Aren’t all spiritual beliefs supposed to be peaceful?  Anyhow, if you like, please enjoy the poem right after the break!

  • Rumor had it,
  • or the truth had it,
  • whatever had it.
  • Nonetheless, I had read it.
  • Got disgusted!
  • I cringed at it!
  • Feeling ill just to picture it!
  • Got disgusted!
  • I cringed at it!
  • Such sadistic!
  • Got disgusted!
  • Idiotic!
  • Only animals would do it!
  • Got disgusted!
  • Speechless!!!
  • Not a single word can define it.
  • Sadistic!
  • Animalistic!
  • And yet I just know about it.
  • Shaking my fist at this animalistic shit!
  • Idiots!
  • Got disgusted!
  • Only animals would do it.
  • I got mad as hell at this animalistic shit!
  • Nonetheless, one thinks of it,
  • what goes around comes around, isn’t it?

Feeling Poetic, I Pour A Cup Of Tea And Drink But Wish For A Cup Of Coffee!

Suddenly, I feel so poetic.  Not in a sense of poetic poetry but in my own nature.  Anyhow, I remember something had said in the past over and over again by wise people who had dotted the earthy landscapes throughout the centuries.  They felt the zen and said something of this sort, do not live in the past and the future, but live in the present as the past was history and the future has yet to come.  For me, I wish to phrase this very idea in my own poetic nature.  I wish only to think briefly about the past, be dreamy about the future, and fully drink a cup of tea in the present.  Obviously, to tell the truth, I’m more of a coffee drinker than a tea drinker.  Nonetheless, it’s more poetic and zen-like nature if I said tea.  Obviously, it is easy to say than do, therefore, it is really poetic.  Please enjoy!!!