Passionate wait for You

Many times I found myself thinking of your arrival.

Will it be soon, will I never give up on it.

My dream of you is clinging to bitter survival.

Will it come true when God sees it fit.

My hearts beats more and more with anxiety.

Trying to find you has become my priority,

thou I know that trying to look for you is mere stupidity,

for time alone shows its great authority,

sometimes making it impossible to wait patiently,

making me doubt my own ability.

Oh, my love, still not here and not yet in sight.

My emotions and fears are an eternal fight.

I can't for see the day of beckoning,

the day stars shine brighter in the silent sky,

when the moon shouts "There's a new beginning!"

making my soul believe my body can fly.

Please, OH, please Chronos take away time.

why are you so cruel, have I committed a crime?

I am in a complete and utter madness,

for waiting and waiting is creating more and more sadness.

To the heavens and the earth I stated and gladly sworn,

that sometime..... someday..... I will see my child born.

This a poem is from my heart for you my unborn baby..... not yet in this time but I am desperately waiting.

Pain

What is pain? Is it a feeling of impotence by blackness and sorrow of the unknown. Is it the awkwardness of the emptiness for those who have been dried by their bitter cold heart. Maybe is the softness of a wayward dream making it impossible to understand its resolution. Or it's a mountain of situations conflicting mind and soul to the point of insanity and confusion. Lost of joyfulness. Lost of hope. Beginning of hatred. End of evolution. The fall of motivation. The rise of consternation. Ways of unheard path that are illuminated by false dreams. What can one do in pain? or maybe what can we not do?
Eyes shut, deaf ears. Something that is not fully clear. So often we hear, no pain no gain, or is it full of pain your in the game. Somehow, somewhere we can find a solution. Maybe towards the end we'll finally find our retribution.

Enough is Enough

We believe we can deceive anyone with simple words. Our actions may change but feelings are always true. This is a vicious cycle that devours the hopes and joy a human posses, sometimes dripping in the chamber of time and converting it in monstrous root called hatred. Heart is hardened, mind wavering, soul diminishing. Why does a person declaring love can not see or hear the sorrow, pain, loneliness, madness and among other mischievous feelings, they are creating? Molding a beast that eats away at time to grow into the most dangerous been anyones ever known. The dream eater, or thats what I call it. Just when you think your far from him, he chomps away from time to time, turning your hard earn love into a living nightmare. She loves me, she loves me not. But what I know is that is to damn hot, so hot that is living hell. Surely is something you can't take well. She knows this for I had to tell. Do I really have to yell? WTF is all I can say. I really love you more every day. All you do is look every way, and don't even see whats in front of you, a man that shares hopes and dreams and that is willing to leave everything behind for you. Enough is enough and you know it, and to whom ever is reading make sure you show it, cause life is short and bitter sweet, but is up to you to make it neat.

Poem of the sky

Rain, drip, drip, drips to the motherly earth.
Is the sky crying or just attending its vast tender child?
Nothing more nothing less than drizzling wonder of birth,
or  thunderous noise of the sky running wild.
He needs to embrace her in his powerful arms.
Her blushing cheeks of redness sun,
welcomes the night and the glimmering charms,
and the moon smiles as if she was having fun,
for the mighty sky is with her too.
Is it all a dream, Is it all not true?
For we know he cries in sorrow,
because we hurt the earth we borrow.
We walk like we haven't a clue,
treating his poor baby like there is no tomorrow.
And to think this all started with a peaceful rain.
For this, we truly can't hide our shame.

To whom it may concern

Hello to whom ever is reading out there. This is my first time writing a blog so I am exited but quite sleepy at the same time for is 0354 ET here in the beautiful island of Puerto Rico. I don't really know the bug that bite me to make me want to write a blog but hey is a first so lets see what comes out of it. You may be asking yourself write about this time, why o why is this poor clown writing a blog named life long poem and at that time? He is gotta be a loony. Or maybe why life long poem? To be precise, and pretty much frank, is a long story in which, in do time, I will  start writing about it, but in the meantime, i'll explain the poem part. I think life is somewhat like a poem. You may find many emotions, conflicts, solutions, evolutions, etc.. but in the end it all depends on the eyes of the beholder. Life depends on what you see in it for yourself. It does not matter what others think, you read a poem to yourself and may have many opinions but in the end your heart and mind will tell you what you understood from it. Maybe all you said was, that was boring as hell, or I didn't understand a lick of it, but that is your true self. Well, I'm boring myself here with this mambo jumbo (understand, the time is getting to my head) but in the end, if your ready for this, welcome to the jungle and enjoy the ride. Oh by the way, just for the heck of it, I will also write poems cause I like them and to at least give some credit to the blog's name. So here is my first as a gift to you...... my dear old bloggy.

Is four in the morning, eyes are heavy, darkness... a little scary.

What can I say, I was never one to dwell in it,

For it sometimes hides what your mind is pouring.

Maybe sadness or sorrow, or is it being afraid there wont be tomorrow?

For me is many of those things or neither of them.

Is a conflict of heart and soul of jotting what i can't no longer hold.

My memories, my sweet sweet story .

But I promise this is not for my glory.

I just want all who read to know em,

for that, I will give my life long poem.