Which Exactly Are You?

foolish men despise the truth
smart men manipulate the truth
strong men challenge the truth
real men simply admit the truth
which exactly are you?

foolish men deny their emotions
smart men mask their emotions
strong men control their emotions
real men sincerely probe their emotions
which exactly are you?

foolish men let their desire murder their conscience
smart men let their desire convince their conscience
strong men separate their desire from their conscience
real men step aside, take a while to think again and seek advice.
which exactly are you?

Petal-less rose

I cry for you O beautiful one.
I cant seem to stop the tears from forming
and eventually rolling off my eyes each time i think of you.
You had beauty that tingled men's imaginations
and aroused dreams in many.
fragrace that earned secret praises and respect
from all who had a taste for purity.
you had that scent.
even before you sprouted into the view of anxious eyes
and grasp of filthy fingers.
But then, unlike now,
they couldnt see it.
their eyes were too big to.
And you,
your eyes were too small to.


i feel for you, beautiful one!
Really.
Is this what is left of you?
Dust patterns as camouflage for your lost charm;
dancing aimlessly to the rhythm of false winds of excitement;
a bid to escape the sight of the truth that now hunts you.
tell me.
I want to know.
Is this you? now petalless.
is this you
who will someday be presented to another on the isle of sincerity?


I want to hear from you, beautiful one.
What is left of you now?
What is left to have or to hold?
what love shall you claim for the one whose treasure you willfully gave to another;
and whose package you've unsealed
and selfishly traded for your own pleasure.
do you not feel any guilt?
do you not feel any shame?
or do you just not care?


I'll pray for you beautiful one.
that you do not plant yourself in the shady hedge
where darkness shall daily clothe you.
where the stregth of your stalk shall daily dwindle
and ugly hands joyfully take a share of your remnant.

But I still love you, beautiful one.
and though you've lost the beauty i once saw
i'll still call you "beautiful"
beacuse the creator hasnt called you less.

Random Rhymes

(dont ask me how i started it..just started somehow)

Give me the chance and I'll speak my mind.
With words, sometimes, I aint too kind.
judge, but soon for sure you’d find
...judging too soon had made you blind.

if you don’t know me
then there’s just one thing you owe me.
Respect!!
I’m guessing that aint to hard for you to show me

And if when you pass by
it hurts so much to say hi,
It’s ok. don’t try so hard,
I’ll try not to feel too bad.

If cos I scold you for your wrong or mistake
you look out for the ones I’ll make
then I’ve got two words for you.
Grow up! its long overdue.

And, yeah, try not to take too much pride
whenever next i apologize
cos if suppressing it doesn’t work on my side
We’ll be back to square one before we realize


Wish I were a renowned poet
or at least wrote as well as some guys I’ve met.
I believe, someday, I’ll climb same podium as great speakers whose words I have quoted
Become a great preacher and to the ministry be devoted


This wasn’t meant to be 'tait'
So maybe some stuff don’t sound right.
Was just one of those times
I felt like using rhymes
to express my thought
not caring whether people felt it or not.