My Kite Runner

Let me fly this kite of hope.I made this from a paper of love, full of colors, stunning and blinding you with a multitude shade of colors..Spreading its wing with its own rainbow tint.Let me explore the sky with wider wings and hold my strings tight so that I won't be blown by the air of distraction and negative elements. If ever I would be thrown away by a big whoosh of wind, I hope I would still land to where you are standing. If ever my structure would be ruined or destroyed by unknown element, pick up all the pieces that scattered my parcels of hope. I want to fly and fly with your motions of affection. I'm maneuvering the air and I can feel the velocity of my emotions and the speed that creates shiver in my veins. Be my kite runner..Be the keeper of my strings of hope.

Can you tie me to the end of a kite?

Every ray of light will be my guiding light.

Every time the wind blows stronger

I will feel my spirit rise and stay up longer

Tie me up tightly by your side

So I may go with you wherever you reside

And anytime the atmosphere looks dimmer

You will be my guide, my kite runner...

I want to fly with you.

In sphere, I'm Free...

In my invented sphere, I'm free..I envelop myself with its circumference wherein the dimension given is already enough for me to go around.I calculate the given axis with the number of coordinates needed to occupy every point of my being.In my sphere, it involves a set of all points in 3-dimensional space..From afar, you can see a space which is a two-dimensional surface, where pairs of points on the sphere on opposite sides of the diameter which they call "antipodes"...But I'm not a geometer nor  a topologist, so I won't be dealing my space with number of coordinates in the underlying space..I won't be indexing the number of my motions..I won't be making any calculation of  my range to determine my direction..I just want to be in this position, mounted and free to pivot until aligned with the earth's magnetic field..enclosing myself with this dome, until forced to find the real compass in my inner being..I'm shaping a form flexible to any shape.I'm encircling my spirit with the air that creates the atmosphere, capturing my being with its form..I can't escape but I'm elevating...and I'M FREE...

Four Walls of Waltz

From now on, my walls will speak your name. It will whisper your wholeness through its own imagery. The hue of every corner of these walls will speak the love we share. The wall will always be our witness to each detail we're going to deal with. Each day, it will make a mark that will symbolize our oneness. It will sketch an image to serve as a reminder that we are ONE. The paint will fade and the texture will be withered by time but it will leave a mark..an insignia that will be tattooed in our minds.It will live until our last breath...

If silence will hover around these walls and if death will snatch me from you...

These walls will talk..and the mark will still live on...

Dark Alley

I was walking to a dark alley where the rats play their own game, winning by a single bite.As I watched the light visited by my blind eyes, the night turned out to be a glorifying light illuminating its own ray to every hole in a rotten door abandoned by the people who used to live there.Were there choices to make to escape the fear?I was feeling the coldness created by the unseen wind.Was it my imagination?I was being victimized by the fear created by imaginary shadow that stood in the end of the alley,Should I run for escape or challenge the battle despite of a wrong weapon given by a stranger? I'm being armed by a powerful shield to fight the strength that swayed me to a false alley.I could see the moon from my crusted and rotten chair where I rested my weak body to gain my strength fully and to revive my energy from the course I took from the intersection I passed.

Alternate Route

Where are the humming sounds of the birds?

Silence is hovering over my dead-lit table

Where are the sounds of the creaking leaves?

Music is playing from the four corners of my room

Where are the children playing?

Insects are flying over me with their own sounds

Are you bothered?

Where is your mirror?

Why are you hiding your clothes in your closet?

SPEAK, my friend...feel your t

rembling heart

Are you hearing pain?

SING, my friend...music will take you to the winds of change

Do you hear the sound of solace?

Can you hear the singing lonely man?

Pick up the scattered pieces on the floor

WALK FURTHER, my friend...

Stand on your feet, with head high up on air

Can you now feel the new breeze it makes?

Look, they're crying, but why are you happy?

Are you leaving, my friend?

Yes, I should know love first.

Alternate route, don't you know the signs to goodness?

Elevated root, don't you know the gateway to kindness?

Separated group, don't you know the lock for your chains?

Aggravated proof, don't you know the book for change?

Can you sense the silence in my heart?

I cry just like the children in the park

Dance a little, there's still another tune on cue

Why are you still chanting?oh, an enchanted view

Alternate route, don't you know the invisible magic?

Alternative road, don't you know the sudden tragic?

Aggressive thought, don't you know the great goal?

Exasperated notion, don't you know the mysterious call?

Exaggerated motion, I don't know that I'm a fool

So, where's my unbeatable foe?

Good Morning!

The morning seems to be brighter than the usual.Sunshine seems to be illuminating a different light to my inner most being.I'm whole again as if I'm being awakened by a sudden thunder in the sky wherein my whole self is being molded again to another form.I'm alive and kicking with anew motivation.A positive force came over and enfolded my body with magnetism to attract optimism.I'm breathing the same air, living the same dimension and forming a new circle with a bigger circumference.I know what I want now and I know what I'm going to pursue now.Lately, I'm being bothered by the thought that I'm running out of time and can hardly grasp the sweaty, slippery and slimy world I'm moving in.Well, some fun, I guess..some mystery and surprises.Perhaps, the beauty of life deserves a second look...