You

Sometimes, I may not fully understand,

The feelings of a friend,

The yearn for her love everyday,

Often as it has,

made me so lost at what to say,

until this very day......

You,

The one of my true dream,

My all reasons to believe,

Giving me life to a new meaning,

You are all I am to live!

You,

The one I am wondering,

Deep in my mind for many miles,

Memories of you I keep having,

Thoughts of them that made me smile!

You,

The one I long to see again and again,

Your love that came onto me,

They drown away all my pain,

Everyday you are all I am hoping to see!

You,

The only one for my happiness,

Your warmth that comforts me,

They gave me promises,

With you I never felt lonely!

You,

The one always in my heart forever,

Engraved in me till eternity,

You are in me over and over,

I am right here waiting endlessly!

You,

The only one I am longing for,

Please be here for me again,

I am missing you more and more,

Without you my heart is in pain!

A Ballad of Ecological Awareness

Remembering Edward Goldsmith aka Teddy, The Environmentalist,

the Englishman who founded The Ecologist Magazine. He was also the Editor.

He passed away on August 21st last year at the ripe old age of 80.

Following is a POEM written on his work.

The cost of building dams is always underestimated
There's erosion of the delta that the river has created,
There's fertile soil below the dam that's likely to be looted,
And the tangled mat of forest that has got to be uprooted. 

There's the breaking up of cultures with old haunts and habits loss,
There's the education program that just doesn't come across,
And the wasted fruits of progress that are seldom much enjoyed
By expelled subsistence farmers who are urban unemployed.

There's disappointing yield of fish, beyond the first explosion;
There's silting up, and drawing down, and watershed erosion.
Above the dam the water's lost by sheer evaporation;
Below, the river scours, and suffers dangerous alteration.

For engineers, however good, are likely to be guilty,
Of quietly forgetting that a river can be silty,
While the irrigation people too are frequently forgetting
That water poured upon the land is likely to be wetting.

Then the water in the lake, and what the lake releases,
Is crawling with infected snails and water-borne diseases.
There's a hideous locust breeding ground when water level's low,
And a million ecologic facts we really do not know.

There are benefits, of course, which may be countable, but which
Have a tendency to fall into the pockets of the rich.
While the costs are apt to fall upon the shoulders of the poor.
So cost-benefit analysis is nearly always sure.
To justify the building of a solid concrete fact, 

While the Ecologic Truth is left behind in the Abstract.

Kenneth E. Boulding.
From T. Farvar and J. Milton, The Careless Technology , Tom Stacey, London, 1973

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!

Letting Go

Sometimes in Life 

it is better off not to cling onto something 

that is just in dreams of a past. 

and especially so 

when it brings more despair than happiness .....

I know now that I may not,

Those memories we both forgot,

A reminiscent of things past,

Feelings were made and never did last,

I know how hard I tried to hang on to,

With such fond memories of you,

Those promising words you often said,

To each other we were made,

The endless thoughts of never to part,

It was a pledge engraved in our hearts,

Then why am I just remembering,

Should I still cling on to endless hoping,

Come what may for my tomorrow,

I should have another future to follow,

What else more is left to say,

With heartaches at the end of the day,

Where my place is now I know,

I really need to be letting go!

It's the many expressive faces of "Funny Me!" by my cyber friend, Abeth Rivera.

Sometimes I dunno where to be inspired without her expressions!

Once again, my gratitude to her humbleness for granting me the unlimited
access of freedom to her portrays!

A Relationship......

A relationship without terms and condition,

It is enthralled with envision,

Far more than any obligation,

Such is a relationship of expectations,

Or one that gets into oblivion.

A relationship bonded is mutual,

Maybe self beguiled without any essentials,,

A war space of blames and accusations,

Not to make this a field of battle,

A fight to claims of rights that entitle!

A relationship in space is unpredicted,

Unburdened and unindebted,

Not by any way to feel accepted,

Free and no demands of repayments,

Nor in any sort of comparisons!

A relationship that ties that but not stifle,

What it possess not but liberal,

Not wanting just sweet essentials,

Or any gifts of acceptance of any words,

Gratitude here may not be required!

A relationship that's pleasantry and flattery,

But what is needed is sincerity!

Envision it as easy and be free,

With sense of peace and simplicity,

Unsweetened words that comes naturally!

A relationship as plain as the natural water,

No need for remembrance to gather,

If it ever gets to become any sour,

Nor any expected apologies,

Momentarily ends as it turns nasty!

A relationship of bittersweet wrangles,

Be free with no strings to entangle,

Keep it hypocrisy-free without any trouble,

Flow free like the unending river,

That would forge on and on as it flows!

A relationship is self-renewing,

It is somewhat self purifying,

No hiding of unnecessary feelings,

No sense in having unwanted belongings,

Know what you are and what you're doing!

A relationship that is oneness without gaps,

The space here might turn to be a trap,

But it's another real world we get to adore,,

Friendship made here are not to bore,

A space that is of unwanted wars!

This has been an amended poem bLoGged at Life Journal some time last year.
And I'm sharing it with you. Hope you liked it! Thanks for your precious time!
Have a beautiful relationship!

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

So Much To Say Yet So Little To do!

Sighing..... 
Like the whole wOrLd is giving uP,

But yet I know it in my heart,

Everything that I dream of,

Slip away to waste it shall not!

Brooding.....

As if the wOrLd is starting to reek,

The things I can't ignore,

What am I to seek,

Such are the things I ain't sure!

Stressing.....

The things that's making me falling,

It is running me on empty,

My breath seemingly is failing,

It's catching up on my anxiety!

Running.....

Like the whole wOrLd is leaving me out,

And I can't see the distance,

What really is it all about,

Things are happening all at an instant!

Wishing.....

Where would I have some peace,
It is off limits to my rests,

What I need after my sleep,

Is to rid all of my stress!

Feelings.....

Like the wOrLd is not enough,

About what is that I most adore,

Knowing things can get rough,

I am bearing the pain no more!

Inspiring.....

What I fear of this wOrLd,

The things that's making me blue

Surely I can make myself whole,

Knowing what things I need to do!

Surely it is always inspiring to have an artist to blend my poems

and this is one that I most adore!

Most of all it is the art that inspires M3 to write this POEM!

A caricature by my special cyber friend, Abeth Rivera.

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!

My Lullaby Light

This light that's so cherishing is such constant reminiscence
and I just can't resist to write a short poem about it's owner.
She just inspire with her ideas!
Can't live without it, can't breathe without it!

Here on my bed I'd sit,

Wondering before I'd get my sleep,

My head may be in a spin,

I'd still have my wildest dreams!

The thoughts may linger,

My dreams getting deeper,

What lies beyond my wishes,

Yearning for the one I misses!

What words will I have,

When I sit behind my desk,

Shall I relate my thoughts,

Am I to stay silent or not? 

Come what may tomorrow,

Will It make me mellow,

What is to be on my mind,

Is it still there to remind?

Am I going to be fine,

Is the sun going to shine,

Are winds going to be gentle,

Will it make my day brighter?

What comes and what it may,

Hoping for the best of the day,

My feeling is strong and bright,

Goodnite to my lullaby light!

Battle Earth

A terrible war is there,

It's the sun's furious stare,

The shouts of fears,

It rained like tears!

Raging winds are stiring,

Nature's anger occuring,

It's shouts are weaponry,

Making us it's enemies!

Thunderous storms almighty,

Echoes thru deserts and valleys,

Sweeping thru mountains,

There is no return!

It's arrogance waves the skies,

It roars it's mighty cries,

It's not the brutal violence,

Just it's pride and reverence!

The beast has awaken,

It's peace has been forsaken,

What it do now is to release,

The force is unleashed!

It's clashes are titanic in floods,

Churning seas into blood,

Hails like arrows thru the skies,

Piercing those destined to die!

The darkness may turn red,

Souls of living are gone and dead,

Bodies trapped with no mercy,

What's been done without glory!

All that's shattered to the grounds,

Craved like blood thirsty hounds,

None to say if men or animals,

Just a mere lessons to survival!

Scarlet streams flow along the earth,

Souls and blood mixed with dirt,

Rage and fury screams the air,

Deaths and destruction everywhere!

The sounds of victory is not won,

Only blatant truth has been warned,

When finally dust and ashes settles,

It has been a war without battles!

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"No words can surmount to the outcry of Earth's environmental health"