Alone again naturally

In moments of despair all over again,

it is so restless a soul, 
that yearns for the forsaken cries....

I am sick with a tormented mind,

Feeling lost in my own time,

Thoughts came rolling in to remind,

What dreams are there that it carry,

They came but they are not merry,

Nothing seems to make me happy!

My feelings are getting very funny,

What really is wrong with me,

Why am I feeling so sorry!

This is not what it should be,

It's driving me crazy,

And it's so not being me!
I am lost and clueless,
Why it has to be this sadness,
It's making me restless!

My breathing is such a heave,

When sleep is not at peace,

Why should I be so naive!

She's always in me I can't deny,

If I do not care for her it's a lie,

Her absence is always my sighs!

Now that I realize our depart,

And no matter how hard,

She will still remain in my heart!

Sadness in her filled me with pain,

Best of friends we'll always remain,

My journey may not be the same.

Now that the story is known,

Our paths will have it's own,

Naturally I will again live to be alone! 

The art sketch for this poem was done 
by me some 20 years ago!

The cries of Mother Earth

Disasters is catastropic yet we are still here breathing,
It's scary to know that the saving is much less than the killing,
Yet, the wars are still being fought with feuds unEnding,
Country has leaders with their greed and crave so frustrating!
The Earth core is cracking and we are still standing,
With all that sea polluting, the water level is arising,
What on Earth are scientists still a calling,
Out to the Galaxy, the convoys we are sending!
Constantly reminding Aliens that there are Earthlings,
Down here our weather are a changing,
We ain't gonna be a Changeling,
Are we really going out to space for a living?
Of all that's hopelessly happening,
Still many are on God's depending,
We not only need constant reminding,
At what limitations are we enduring?
But we should be doing something,
Everyday, every minute, every moment's doing,
We must go all out for the Greening,
Mostly about the gass omitting,
With words of wisdom I am whispering,
What I've said here ain't a ending,
I take my leave now with all my blessings!

This has been a bLoG I wrote early July 2010
on a stretch of non-stop raining

The Holy Smoke!

Would you STOP to think? Would you learn of these things?

Does it bring you more harm than the fling?

It might be a sad story,

Could have been a trajedy,

Once you got it near,

You would continue year by year!

Out in the open you will see,

It's stench that mixes the breeze,

The taste may not be sour,

But it will still pass the hour!

Warning signs sticking on walls,

Who'd take heed to them all,

It is but a yearning cry,

No matter how many you try!

Smokes continue to be around,

Not easily gone than found,

It is yours to behave,

An inspiration you engage!

Every stick you touch,

It is all in the puffs,

This blow of smoke,

Could kill with a stroke!

It may seem like an eternity,

Much more than a trinity,

It is hard to be forsaken

It's value has been mistaken!

How would one to know,

Every smoke that you blow,

When would you realize,

The smoke that gets in your eyes!

Would you stop to think,

Is this a harmful fling,

Would you care to believe,

The quitting might be a relief!

I Remember

It's my reminiscence that brought back good ole memories,

and now that I remember ..........

I remember when,

I remember then,

We would walk on the sand.

I remember where,

I remember it was there,

We sat together with our stares.

I remember the breeze,

I remember the sea,

We were never lonely.

I remember the moments,

I remember the silence,

We were filled with excitement!

I remember the words,

I remember what we spoke,

We felt our warm comfort!

I remember then,

I remember when,

We knew what we meant.

I remember the loss,

I remember the cause,

We both knew the remorse!

I remember the sighs,

I remember the goodbyes,

We knew it was time to decide.

I remember the tears,

I remember the fears,

The reasons were clear!

I remember now,

I remember how,

We were lost and never found!

What about

An artpiece by one of my favorite artist, Alfred Gockel entitled "Spontaneous Jam"

Sometimes people ask funny questions and it's just being human!

So, what about then? The following relates some of those doubts.

Rejoice!

What is fun?

It's about the season,

It's in the sun,

Some good reasons,

For happiness to become!

What is play?

It's when work is done,

It's to end the day,

More is yet to come,

So much more to say!

What is to be free?

It's all about living,

What you wanna be,

Much to do about believing

Even though it ain't easy!

What is hope?

It's your soul within,

All that you can cope,

Pursuing your dream,

For all that's worth!

What about is life?

It is in your journey,

And how to survive,

Nothing to feel sorry,

For trying to stay alive!

What's in an ending?

It's a new beginning,

When you are done fulfilling,

After all that living,

God is always so forgiving!

Just wanna be mebefree!

I am what I'd be,

It is so being me,

I hear and I see,

Whatever it would be,

I don't get hasty,

Just let it come to me,

Ideals are just dreamy,

It don't come easy,

When music surrounds me,

It gives me my sanity,

I don't get me lonely,

I may get kinky,

Possibly going crazy,

At times I might be funny,

Or maybe a little cheeky,

Some say it's touchy feely,

Nothing is about being silly,

If words are placed wrongly.

No need to say you're sorry,

I'm just trying to be friendly,

These things can get wily,

I may be running on empty,

There are time it's sunny,

Could be icy cold and windy,

Clouds brewing getting stormy,

I may brood over it sadly

But still I'll stay happy,

So what's happening to me,

I just wanna be wanna be,

None other than mebefree!

And so there goes another chronicles of mebeFree!

A little complicated but nothing confusing.

Just the simple truth of me.

Thanks for dropping in!

Wishing you well and happiness.

And best of everything!

Life

It's been a while since I composed one about Life.

Life brings a short verse of what it is about.

Well, at least that's my version of Life

Hope you will eNjOy it.

I am heavy over metal

Life is a battle,

I am a soul in amber,

Life ain't that simple.

I live in this concrete jungle,

Life may be a struggle,

I care what does matter,

Life is a living mental.

I'd come and soon I'll go,

Life is achievements and goal,

I live in such sentimental ego,

Life is linked to destiny's flow.

I seek it's true nature,

Life is the seed you sow,

I will be legend for sure,

Life is within our human soul.

I'll lean on till age is old,

Life is gone but not this world,

I've learnt and all that I know,

Life is the light to follow.

Rain

Yesterday, it's been raining non-stop!

( it probably started around 4am )

From the wee hour of the morning

right through the following morning.

Yeap! For more than 24 hours!

And the sky today is still gloomy all day long!

It continues on and on and at times it was heavy,

sometimes showering and other times drizzling.

The sky was in darkness and there's not a bit of sun!

And I thought of the RAIN.

Oh how mystifying it is and quite pitiful

as it cannot tell you it's duties.

Some will cry foul over it,

Some will thankfully appreciate it!

So, there goes my cherish for the pouring RAIN.

Listen to the pouring RAIN listen to it fall!

Today, it has been,
24 hours of raining,
You don't have to do anything,
Put on your cap and atart thinking,
From dawn till morning,
Your sleep goes on without a blink,
It brings you wonderful dreams,
The day looks like evening,
All wet and soaking,
Yet you could still sing!
Moments of joy to you it brings,
The sky don't mean to be mean,
Just letting you know it's not hiding,
It started blowing wind,
We know there's no joking,
When along came bolts of lightning,
Following trails of storming,
It only hope to stop the cracking,
It's the impact of heating,
That's been killing,
The lands are drying,
The earth is almost dying,
You may blame the pouring,
When it swept with floodings,
With the rain's arriving,
There are tears from crying,
But not without laughters and smiling,
It may be your prayings,
It has no reasonings,
Not a chance of explaining,
Even if it means your well being,
Yet, there's no denying,
The rain, oftenly is a blessing.

Relentless

Sometimes you feel funny,

Life has not been easy,

If something you're not getting,

It's all about the feeling!

Something that hides inside,

It's not for you to decide,

But your mind continue to detest,

Such things are a distress!

You may always comes around it,

Though it often make you sick,

But what else can you do,

It's been making you blue!

Everything that come within,

They're nothing but just dreams,

Silence may seems the best,

Yet it never give you rest!

Possibly in another time,

A far away place you may find,

Some better life in another world,

It brings along your relentless soul!

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Above of my RELENTLESS poem is a ravishing art piece by one of my favorite artists named Marcela Bolivar and I can't feel any one that suits better than this piece.

Hope you like this poem that was rippling through my mind when I was trying to sleep. eNjOy!

I Begin Again

What memories to write than letting go one unending sorrow 
during the empty thoughts that's so hollow?

My sighs bring sobs of tomorrows,

With tears of yesterday,

Lonely heart sank with too much sorrows,

Sadness came day after day.

The past that was long forgotten,

Those hopes that turned to ashes,

The love that has fallen,

With memories in flashes!

A journey of another beginning,

For the love that I need,

To leave behind the worrying,

Mending my heart that once bleed!

Craving for a new chapter,

Leaving behind all the pain,

I need no longer to wander,

As my life will begin again.....

Life in bLoGspace!

My absence from the silence has really made me brood over my lazyself from here. But, I do frequently write offline. Just that.....reasons beyond reasonable doubts! GuLp!
Anyway, I am here and I take this opportunity to thank all those who has been regularly popping in and out of my page! Thank you!

Since my last bLoG on the title "Chronicles of mebefree", I had been scribbling another version of my life as a bLoGger and here it is after some months of mind-boggling. Guess I should step up and post out!

It is the surfing,
Mostly about writing,
The words of phrases,
They came in with praises!

It is what's in your mind,
About what you find,
Along came the friendship,
Something you ably seek!

It gets you into links,
They certainly make your heart sing,
Not much in the verses,
But a lot more than it really does!

It is some kinda profiling,
Nothing more to be preaching,
Probably it is an anatomy,
Might have been a sanctuary!

It comes in many forms,
As you boldly go beyond,
It gets you skin deep,  

When you just couldn't sleep!

It is all that you'd say,
Putting the happenings into essay,
They are there to stay,
Whatever come what may!

It mustn't get you into more stress,
You might forget that you needed rests,
Remember to log off just in case,
B'Cos your Life is in bLoGspace!

Love is Just Love to Be

When looking at love you may see,
It is totally a life full of mystery,
It dwells in lovers' heart,
It seems never wanting to depart!

Whispering a whole world of sighs,
It gushes outwards like ocean tides,
One breath of Love from within,
Your ego will be filled with feelings!

Looking on to love is like a dream,
As if spreading your unseen wings,
Love is meant always to be,
It makes your heart feeling so free!

Just let your love rise and let it show,
It may be just a moment ago,
Once it starts you will know,
Your heart's feelings will show!

Oh, such a love is meant to be,
Your heart feels so forever free,
Never enough of the longing,
Your heart will never stop singing!

And love truely is amazing,
It is many a splendoured thing,
From the start of a new beginning,
Through the journey, Love has no ending!




" ENDLESS LOVE " arts by Alfred Gockel  
 

Life in the Limelights

As I journey my nite life as The Midnite Cowboy, roaming the streets into the limelights in such places like The Midnite Inn and another known as Cool Box, I've come to a simple conclusion of the lives these young girls and women who came from far away distant land as visitors. 
They conquer and made this their promise land. And so they thought in their dreams but it ain't easy! Still, it's their high risk livelihood anyway! My following poem briefly depicts one of such stories......
  
He thought you always wanted him as a friend,
And you assured him that you would mend,
But then it's tough for you to amend,
When all you care most is how he would spend!

You try and try all that you can,
And you'd lead him on till the very end,
If all you dream of is to make your nights grand,
Then in what way can all this lead to a promise land?

Your work concerns many many fans,
They come and go after each blend,
It seems they are just giving you a helping hand,
But still you lead them on and keep them in suspense!

All that comes are none other than men,
Who'd just fill up your pockets and your bank,
In your mind you are thinking of how much home you'd send,
How would you cope with all that you need to attend? 

Life for you is just a living pretense,
Nothing matters most when money is your essence,
You always say you'd try a better life and yet you can't,
In what way then you can make some sense?

LIBRA is ME, I am LIBRA!

Me, I am Libra,
The sign of a Scale,
A slightly inbalanced Star,
Planet Venus from up above,
It's the control of my blood,
Air is my quality with romantic moods,
Not without sensitivity that I should!

Sentiments I have by nature,
Vulnerable and yet social,
Excessively conciliating,
My refined tastes of esthetic sense,
Fridays suits me best,
It is good and immense!

My favorite numbers comes in even,
Colors are yellow, green, white and crimson,
Diamonds, jades and opals are my elements,
Charming with pleasant personailty,
Though it doesn't mean that I could be handsome!

My nature comes very artistic,
All beautiful things come in turn,
Love in greatness that I yearn,
Brotherly and friendly are in my harmony,
Dislikes most that goes ugly,
Or things that gives me agony!

I live by tact of consent,
Always try to be fair with reasons,
Even though there are lots of emotions,
My Justice is in the sense of consideration,
And it comes in many directions!

So it depicts most of my characteristics of the Astrological Sign, almost!

The Chronicles of mebeFree

I am True but I'm not Real,
I am Sincere but I'm not Reachable!
I am Truthful but I'm Untoucable,
I am Lovable but I am out of Hugs!

When you think it's me, I am Not!
You thought you see me, you just might Not!
When you thought you knew me, you May not!
We are all for a thought, as we're on the bLoG!

If you think I just bLoG, I simply just not!
I have the Words that could rock,
I am the tune that you just might sought!
Am I or am I Not?

But truely I am no other,
Then The Midnite bLoGger!
I am also The Midnite Surfer!
I am the one at a place they called BLOGGER!

My POEMs sing out loud to your hearts,
Sweet, sentimental and very soft!
I'm also yours truely The Midnite Cowboy,
Well, do you know Not?

I am that guy who roamed the Streets,
I get around at nite and feel the Breeze,
The joyous blue bird that flies so free,
It's the symbolic icon of mebeFree!

In appreciation to my good artist friend, Abeth Rivera

who took the time and effort to sketch me,

and thanks to her for sweeping away my discarded paper!

Recollection

Looking out my window,

My thoughts go deeper,

Mind begins to wander,
Flickering eyes ain't getting wider.

My head is in a spin,
Now where do I begin,
What happiness could bring,
In those days when my heart still sing!

Am I or am I not,
Those days that I forgot,
Is it or is it not,
Battles that are being fought?

When the lights are shining bright,
When my strength are full of might,
Everything was in sight,
But why am I in such a fright?

What else could I wished for,
What's less and what's more,
Am I becoming an eye sore,
Or am I one of those who bores?

Sighing deep breathe of self console,
What went thru nobody knows,
My sorrows that wouldn't show,
What path will come for me to follow?

How then will I know,
Is it time that I may borrow,
Or shall I wait until tomorrow,
Or just recollection of my sorrows?

once in a moment of despair, a recollection...............

Anguish

Sad As I Am,

As Sad As You Can Be,

When Anger Strikes,
The Eyes Do Not See!

Gone Will Be The Pain,
That Went Astray,
All The Tears Too,
Will Just Roll Away!

When Nothing Will Matter,
And Your Mind Gets Sick,
Everyday Looks Further,
What More Do You Seek!

When The Waiting Gets Longer,
Patience Run Wild,
What Memory is Fonder,
Wilderness That Cannot Reconcile!

What Makes The Mind Go Crazy,
What Makes It Decide,
What Makes It So Easy,
The Conscience Just Subside!

All That Went Wrong,
All That Cannot Be Undone,
Left A Heart That's Broken,
Let the Past Be Past!

Even If You Recall The Memories,
The Love You Had May Not Exist,
Not A Ray Of Hope There Is,
It Just Can't Heal That Disease!

All Seems So Lost,

It's Like Over A Fire,

For It Is The Source,

That Makes The Desire!

You Live To Forsake,

As You Believe There Is,
It's All In The Hate,
Your Heart Is In Anguish!

Composed by: McCheah

once upon a time during a deranged moment.

That is part of Life's journey 
though hope against the hopeless, 
yet hoping!

Life's Forsaken Life

  In my heart sank a grief,
No one to pamper my loneliness,
So I sat on this rocking chair,
Wandering nothingness!

Except for my recurring sighs,
Glaring aimlessly at the ceiling,
With some humming of tiny insects,
Eyes are forgetting how to blink,

The air stood deadly still,
Except for some rushing breeze,
All seems motionless,
Just the sound of sweeping leaves.

How I wish there's no brain,
Where I would not live to think,
No need for reality of life,
And be free of everything!

Life is just a hard breathing,
I wish time could just stood still,
So it can stop the worrying,
And lost the sense to feel!

Hoping to end this forsaken grief,
I close my eyes into darkness,
Wishing to stay happy with relief,  
And with no end to happiness!

Misty

Looks like my collection of such hand full of poems are getting the better of me than composing myself!! And, I am a good collector!

This following was one that pops up from my Flickr friend,hipguedellas eNjOy!

Look at me
I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud
I can't understand
I get misty just holding your hand

Walk my way
And a thousand violins begin to play
Or it might be the sound of your hello
That music I hear
I get misty the moment you're near

You can say that you're leading me on
But it's just what I want you to do
Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost
That's why I'm following you

On my own
Would I wander through this wonderland alone
Never knowing my right foot from my left
My hat from my glove
I'm too misty, and too much in love.

The less that we may not know

There is no more other sickness to know,
more than the less we know.

And what more less that we should know,
is not less of the following you ought to know....

restless,
mindless,
thoughtless,
meaningless,
useless,
baseless,
pointless,
speechless,
heartless,
loveless,
lifeless,
selfless,
endless.....

and on & on & on ....