To the Pilgrims

When Nature starts to Speak;
weaving dreams failed to fit us in
clouds dancing in repeated scheme
with so many things required we're tired
life's a mere routine, repeated in time again

passing through footsteps made by somebody
that sparkling lights in the sky will soon say goodbye
it's another day - what's new? still in the same way
does our lives mean something amongst the things living?

try to follow what your heart calls for you
dance to the silent rhythm within
for you to find a place
and land into a place, destined to you, not for someone else

each shall take his steps, but how can we decide
which way to go, do we need a guide?
or we will wait for a star and give as the light
to find our dream, the greatest dream of our very life

when the road i take bends, i don't know what to find
will i be meeting a friend or ghosts at the crossroads of time
or shall i be surprised that someone has been with me to guide
giving me direction in disguise


you are the voice that echoes in my dreams
why don't i follow you as you call me within
to find my place - reserved for me, not for anybody else /written by reymund b. flores. copyright 2011

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Midnight Poet

The dark night covered the Earth
Humans are at rest
Supermoon has risen
Walls left unspoken

Another day has closed
New dimension opens
Stories slowly unfolding
The myths of the night, carefully told

In heaven he looked up
Watching the sparks of stardust above
Longing for Nyx to appear
And answer his prayer

In the air he whispers
Addressing the deities he says
'With your powers and might,
Show to me the world's beauty and delight.'

And the cold wind caresses him
Lift him up and show the best Gift Divine
With what he saw he can never define
It's like an endless view of colors, with music and rhymes

About to cross the horizon
He losses his vision
And bid farewell to the moon
The clock started ringing; It's already 1AM /written by reymund b. flores. copyright 2011

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Breaking the Silence

The sun rises in the east;
As the sweet scent of the morning breeze kisses everyone's lips
Stories are told, but the vast lands of countryside has no voice,
Nothing you can hear, no more.

The birds are flying.
Boars are wand'ring;
Looking for food - captivating and mouth watering.
No voice, all in complete silence.

The city sleeps,
unusual day, unusual moment
Far from previous days;
Totally different.

Kids are hungry crying,
Homeless has no direction.
Victims of injustice are sealed;
Culprits in denial.

But you can hear nothing
No one says anything
No Voice;
All in complete silence.

With dignity a kid stood up
Life's realities were expressed
Everything was told
The hours stopped, his voice's echoed.

The boy awakened the silent voices,
Those who were mute and asleep.
Breaking their Silence,
It's unsual day, unusual from previous days; totally different. /written by reymund b. flores. copyright 2011

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