"Journey for Joy" by: Lester Agustin

I embarked on a journey long ago,
Toward never ending joy I must go
While I was walking, there was something I did not know
To my surprise, it wasn't such a great show

I fell into a pit, a pit that was deep
The pit was endless, full of torment and despair
As I was falling, I started to weep
For I was falling into a dark, dark lair

The pit was pitch black and I could not see
I only saw the fading light from whence I came
Being cast off without happiness nor joy nor glee,
I continued to fall, it wasn't the same

I said to myself, "My journey I've failed,
In this dark pit, today am I surely jailed"
I fell and was suddenly caught
By an angel, fair and not full of naught

A helping hand the angel lent
So upward the pit together we went
Oh how awesome is this news!
And because of her help, the angel I didn't want to lose

The angel was nice, she was sweet
As for me, I found her neat
I was glad for meet did we
Because of this, my heart was full of glee

Midway journey up the pit,
My heart felt heavy and surely was hit
"There were many other souls to save", said she
She sent me where I could make my way up and soon left me

My heart was pounding, I started to cry
I was so depressed that for her I could die
But my journey wasn't yet complete
I was climbing, the ground I did meet

I leaned on a tree to catch my breath
I thought of the angel that saved me from death
I was so sad I couldn't believe
That we went our ways, I did she leave

I looked back at the pit, A tear did I drop
I thought for a moment and I did stop
I stood up and went on my way
There was nothing more I had to say

In my journey for joy I was walking
I thought for a moment and found myself crying
I was confused; my mind was in a blur
I knew that I would never find joy without her
For without her, I felt no use of everything I've trailed
I said to myself, "My journey I've failed"

"Fire" by:Eric L.

Bathe me I pray in your beauty
glowing,& give thineself solely
to me;like stars so deeply bright,
your eyes, unfit for mortal sight

A tongue of gold and raven
waving, like boughs of aspen,
queenly, yet humble as bab'es breath,
flowing, purely bringing me to death.

And still the coverlet shines with white,
un-dark'ning hue, a blinding sight,
soft yet daunting, a tower of silver,
fit to glorify the gracious Maker.

"Testudo" by:Eric L.

I write you now as a testament to self:
I write not to change the world
Good people, I write with little wit.
I write with an eye, a view too narrow;
Too selfish is my selecive sight
I speak as Echo in her lonely cave
Simply stating that which I see
With simple words I seek to capture
all of eternity.
Such a goal for the dirt on the floor
no doubt ends in misery.
But even then I shall not stop
not even for thine mockery;
For I do not seek to be the droplet that
Starts ripples in the pond,
All I wish is to be the leaf
of which the wind is fond.

"Despair" by: Eric L.

Is not the sweet surrender,
A simple roll-in-the-hay?
Life's rules are never tender,
Harsh, leaving no leeway.

All from life that I can scrye
Is dying all the same
Our education can only sigh
For those who are insane.

To look upon the azure sky
Is staring at empty space.
To gather wealth until one dies
Is to fall last in Life's race

Mother Nature favors none,
No wealthy or the poor,
Lady fate the fickle one
Spares none from greed's old lure.

"My First Time" by: Inchada

I held her in my hands
Fondling her out of curiosity
Holding her close
Feeling the curves of her body
The texture, the smell
Savoring the moment
It was my first time...
To play my guitar.

"The Storyteller" by: Karlo A.

Hers was the simple smile
I could never forget.
Hers were the radiant eyes
That could never fade.
Hers was the story a million tell,
But only I can do more
Than listening to a
Fairytale.

"Rain" by: Carlo R.

Sitting on the floor
Gazing outside
The raindrops falling
Free from any bonds
Wishing to be like them
Wishing to be free
But whatever I do
How much I wish
It will never come true
For God has assigned
He has foretold
Each drop of Rain
Is bound to where it falls.

"Hands" by: Eric L.

Your hands were soft
Yet it held me aloft
In the azure sky
It was perfect. I fly,

Towards my dreams
Which were torn at the seams
By the hands of fate;
Those hands that I hate.

Your love I cannot
Deny; curse me not.
The serpent it entwines
Like the deadliest vines

But your hands they caress
And allow me to rest
In your cradle of love
I am held up above.

"Free As Winter's Chill" by: Eric L.

I have set two souls free
To driving wind and blowing breeze
Against my will I let them go
To see them leave it breaks me so
For their forgiveness then I beg
Their swift retribution I shall accept
For my loving has turned to stone
So cold as ice and unthawed snow
Crept over me this winter chill
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
For the beginning of Spring
Waiting for their return

"Oh Your Face Can Be So Coy!" By: Eric L.

Oh your face can be so coy!
Why is it that with my heart you toy?
You assail me with false lines of love
Oh why do you lie my little dove?

You whom I let fly without a worry's care
That I trusted my love returned to me
Yet you run from me like a hunted hare
I'm your love not a fox; I beg and plea.

Till a darkened day your voice no more
To be heard just an echo of a parting gift
You left me bleeding my heart you tore
Into a mis'rable present; a Sorrow's rift

Your gift to me was Sorrow's kiss
But 'tis your warmth I sorely miss
Your jewel bright your maidenhead
Was mine, my own but Pleasure's dead.

She's dead you took her away from me
She's you my love, why can't you see?
You veil your eyes for Guilt and Shame
Too late you're tainted so's your name
It's strange for me this might be lame
But my love for you is still the same.

"Oh What A Girl!" by: Eric L.

I was about to do it
Still I hesitated
Scared that I might hurt her
Forever scarred
Yet in her silence she begs
Her eyes they plead
For me to enter her
Filled with confidence
I make her mine
I slide it in
She purrs loudly
Committed to ecstasy
Such a perfect moan
Forever after into the sunsets
We drive...

"Every seventh day it visits" by Karlo Elamparo

With the stars in the sky, in the evening sun
A friend bids my self to come
Every seventh day its visits are run
To a reverie always in the minds of some

With a flick of its hand, and a smirk on its face
It opens the door to these "dreams"
Every seventh day, we visit this place
Wanton, with sinful pleasures as themes

My friend, it hides, during the day
Never to show itself to any other
Only every seventh night, its whispers, I obey
"Come, once again my feeble half-brother"

Oh what sin, this friend is a fiend;
Oh what trespass I have done!
Every seventh night it visits.
Yet every seventh day, it's gone.

I guess this is the very first non-poem post I have here... Anywho.. Its kinda weird cause I see myself as the last person to own a blog, and yet I do. I really don't see the point in having one. I mean, what is the point in putting your thoughts in a site that everyone can have access to? (and still I continue to write them down here) The thought of having an online journal is kinda cool and all, but don't you just find it bizarre to place some of your deepest secrets, or something, somewhere where most anyone can see. Get my point? Don't get me wrong, I am in no way against blogs (why do you think I have one), I just find the idea weird. That's all I'm saying. Well, I guess that's it for now...