A Fireflies Parody (Mosquitos)

You would not believe your eyes
If ten million mosquitos
Made lunch of me as I fell asleep

'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave blood-drops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and... scratch

I'd like to make myself believe
That mosquitos drink nectar really
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake itching when I would rather be asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand biting bugs
As they tried to teach me how to karate

A Hammerhand strike above my head
A Circling kick beneath my bed
My patience is just hanging by a thread

I'd like to make myself believe
That mosquitos drink nectar slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake itching when I would rather be asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I (finally) fall asleep

Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please get me mosquito coil or amatiri)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please bring me mosquito spray)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep

To ten million mosquitos
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell (sarcastic)

But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause they come back again to f*** me from afar

I'd like to make myself believe
That mosquitos drink nectar slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake itching when I would rather be asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I (finally) fall asleep

NEXT

Runaway bride.
She was scared to say goodbye.
So she changed her number,
and conveniently "forgot" to inform her lover.

And i said "NEXT!!!"

The Will to Go On

Throw me some of your stares,
mixed with disdain and scathing reviews
Would i give a damn or show some care?
Its like diamonds meeting the morning dew

In the end its me to be answered to
not another heart which beats semi-silent within
Even conscience i spit at, its protests noting nothing new
old as me is its tired, grotesque and guilt colored prism

Dig out the rotting caracass,
from the ancient grave of my soul, with passion
The tree bears fruit no longer, its all a farce
And the fire, its roots and leafless limbs, shall gather and ashen

The lessons of the giants are plain and simple
Just climb up and stand on the top mosts' shoulder
Lookout to see whats they have seen and treasured
Be open and ready to be the foundation of another

Propel the soul and the harley's motor,
since the highway's clear and the sky's not so blue
Then stick out the leather jacket collar
and ride into the inevitable storm thats always waiting for me and you

Wings Over The Seas

(21/12/2002)
(For my sister Reni)

Little bird,
Your wings are grown
For a long time, you were our baby,
the youngest, the apple of our eyes

We see you take hesitant steps
into the outside world
That heart in you is growing stronger
and those arms are willing to be tested

You swoop down,
and for the first time
no help is needed
Be steadfast, we encourage you

Step out of our shadows
O fiery one
Fly yourself, guide yourself
and do not forget the prayers
that we learned together
Chirp and sing out, trilling
Let your songs be heard
in all valleys
And may the mountains be your resting places

The world waits for each of us
Choose your part, do it well
Go! God Himself has sent you

Our prayer is that
you will find the Way
Our desire is that
our little one will remain True
God is all around
and mankind waits for healthy springs of Love

We give our blessings
may He multiply them
May sorrow strengthen you,
allow Joy to lift you up
And let peace be that
constant companion
who never deserts you, O flying one
as you soar above the seas

Under the Weeping Clouds and Near Rain-Danced Leaves

(15/9/2004)

Memories slip in through;
through the cracks of my wandering daydreams.
There appears a smile which does not belong to me
and a vision that I wish again to see.

As I close my eyes, inside, light turns into Light.
The image of a woman appears and vanishes
as each moment passes me by.
And then I reflect on those choices of mine.

When this heart had once desired
the love of a Beautiful Flower;
she had followed her own Sun
and maybe taken protection under the shadow of another one.

Many wishes I had written in the page of my life
and as I read them to myself, I remember that
my second wish was that I would marry you
but my first desire was that your happiness would come true.

I let go of the rope of my hope and fall
in cheerful abandon when gravity beckons.
Down and down. Forever in an instant.
Tears well up for myself, for rejection; fists tighten, desperate.

Shattered ego, broken self-esteem
My mind builds its wall around my spirit
For some time from now, it won't rain in my soul again
And I laugh in the face of love; I am reborn, heartless and sane.

Mending Shattered Glass

Hush, little one. Don't be afraid.

They have broken you
but to mend, I will help.
Your trust they have broken
but I am here to give you what they have taken.

You believed but was betrayed.
You loved but was lusted.
Here, here my child.
Do not hold back.

Look into my eyes.
What do you see?
You see the reflection of yourself,
I will be pure to stain you not

Fear not my arms.
Where as other limbs had violated you,
I will wash you clean.
Protect you, redeem you, hold on to me.

Put your little finger in my hand,
we will walk together.
I will teach you to have faith.
Put love in you, so that you will give love again.

Smile,
let those sweet dimples arise.
Let your face light us up,
And enlighten this dark, wicked world.

Grow, mature, be strong.
Do not look down on yourself.
Let your sorrow be the comfort of those
who have felt what you have undergone.

We will fight this abuse together.
Scatter away the seeds of evil.
Without fear,
we will tell them:

"Do not be animals, oh humans.
Learn what real love is and that to the children give.
we trust in the Mighty One to avenge us,
but we pardon you for our own souls' sake"

Peace, peace my child
Rest silently.
You have done all you can with what is given you.
Be sure that, at last, Heaven will be your reward.

And I will be waiting for you there too.

Of Deep Breaths and No Sighs

Out of control is the mind which I walk.
It get itself out of its door,
taking with it hinges and all.
I cannot hold it anymore.

Thinking up soothing thoughts,
or fantasies, numbered to the endless.
Keeps it at bay for what seems like something fleeting;
returns the soul to another round of everlasting torments.

Pull it in and throw it out of the heart,
a rhythm which does not soothe.
The cycle does not break or show signs of fatigue,
will this be the beginning of doom?

What brought life with it,
comes to me and I grasp the air in my body.
The void is stretched and the mind is focused
and then let open the flood gates to exhale slowly.

Thus has freedom come
with the smaller price of what was born with us
and a larger one of accidental knowledge.
Peace has arrived. To me it finally does.

"If" by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!