Treehouse

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I once fell in love with a girl
who fell in love with trees
she adored seeing the hills, the stock,
and the cottages from afar always like
the first time I saw her.

She was wearing a floral dress
one Saturday afternoon 
and she was there way up her favorite tree
the mango tree that matches the way she covers
her mouth when she laughs just like the sound of birds.

I asked her right there and then
“Why are you so in love with trees?”
“Can you teach me how to love them too?”

She offered me her hand as I climbed
my way nearer and nearer to the top 
and her hand was as soft as a robin’s feather
I tried not to blush because my cheeks might get tender.

“Look at the everythingness of everything!” 
She uttered in such a way that was both childlike and romantic 
to my heart 
and there we were sitting together 
at that branch where we talked about the wonder of trees, 
fresh air, and nature where we promised to love each other 
like that September sunset carving 
our names to the bark of that mango tree where we cherished.

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Rebels

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I love people who are aware of how sad, beautiful, and chaotic existence is and with that knowledge chooses to live a life of non-conformity. I love people who are rebels, who seeks the truth instead of the endless pursuit of survival when it comes to trying to fit it. I love people who are dreamers, lovers, and wanderers for their sense of a destination comes from following their hearts despite what sufferings their passions and desires may bring. I love people who are out of this world but still chooses to stay grounded to reality in some hope that one day it will be so much better than what they always wish for in those peaceful moments of staring at the stars.

Star Stuff

Stuffs

All we have is forever —
In the vastness of the infinite —
Light travels back into space —
Homecoming of the festive spirit.

Love becomes real after death —
Everything transforms into magic —
Celebration for a life —
Well experienced with all that’s tragic.

All we have is forever —
There’s nothing to fear in work and time —
For all labors will vanish —
Better to relax in perfect rhyme.

All we have is forever —
We’re all children playing with the stars —
Forever in the cosmos —
Where there are no guns and spite and wars.

Reality is a dream —
Every one of us is still asleep —
Someday we will understand —
What we create is not ours to keep.

All we have is forever —
We’re each other’s sunshine after all —
In the here and now, there’s pain —
Until the day we receive our call.