PROJECT ANDDY 02, The Surface

The still water greeted me that afternoon,
A somewhat complecity lies in its body.
It might not seem that quiet and calm,
There are still surfaces to feel and explore..

False first impression is what you may have,
Of that still water on the quiet afternoon.
When the sun unwillingly gives,
Its uncompromising ray of orange blades..

Pronouncing proudly to the world,
That he has the ultimate power.
Undeniably can heal and destroy at will.
Vividly he stared at the still water that afternoon..

A little ripple and bubble splashes,
When the mighty seagull plunged his feet
To catch the now squirming fish on his claws..

The stillness has broken,
A life has been stolen from her.
A sudden gush of wind has change her structure.
Reflection of the trees now,
Playing on the surface.
Gurgled, Burglered, disturbed!

Novenia
23.10.2010
12.20

PROJECT ALEX 02: Dear Destiny..

Hey sweet destiny..
Don't you play tricks on me!
Just dance with me,
Under the fullmoon in a midsummer night..

Wrath of anger might be envious,
Alas, that's what he always do..
Let him burried deep in rage,
So he'll weep..weep in vain..

A masquerade in disguise..
Might be a charming fellow..
Or a gorgeous lady..
Who am I to decide?

Let me just dance with sweet dear destiny..

Novenia - 27.04.2010 - 23.36

PROJECT NOVENIA 02 - CURTAIN OF DAYS

The gleaming water greets me that dawn,
Of crystal clear blue horizon ahead..
My somewhat called past just flipped open,
There were pieces of papers in my mind..

Who has arranged them to be in so disorderly manners?
Was it mother earth who silently weeping as I stand upon the soft sand?
Or was it the great Neptune who mercilessly sent the waves crashing to the cliffs in front of me?

I realized, life is not ours to arrange..
Let it find its path..
In the most orderly ways that One can imagine,
To Thee, the mighty ruler of heaven, I submit all..
For I am only a tiny piece of pebbles in Your mountain of rocks,
For You are the beholder of my heart, mind and soul..

The moment I close my curtain of this day in the silent prayers for Your blessings and grace upon us..

Amen..

Novenia - 20.03.2010 - 1.20

PROJECT NOVENIA 02 - MAIN SOURCE

PROJECT YANI 02: My Perished Soul

Darkness..consuming my soul..
In the hollowness of the heart, emptiness of the melody..
Helpless..fail to reveal the truth..
In the broken memoirs of the later and the missing past..

Here I am,
Struggling and fighting,
Kicking and scratching,
But you’ll never know..

No more rhythm..
No more beats..
Nor the laughter of joy..
Or a string of solitude..

Dear destiny,
Take my fading soul..
If I should break these tombs..
Of never ending sorrow..

Darkness once again slowly consuming..
Until there’s nothing left in it,
My soul or what the left of it,
Slowly diminishing..
Vanished into thin air..

I can’t breathe anymore..
I’m perished!

Novenia – 16.01.2010 – 21.10

PROJECT ALEX 01: The Forgotten

I’m cursing you!
Foul creatures beyond the grave!
For you can’t see the truth..
You’ve been blinded by greed and thirst of blood...

You’re the cursed bloody creatures of the undead…
May your souls detained by the stained clothes of your burials!
Those unwashed stain that has been cursed by Satan himself!
Damned be your spirits and not a reverse can be done for the state…

You will all forever be condemned in the cold, quite dark corners of the tomb…
For you may only spend a day in eternity, just a day!
To let your souls glitch, to taste the faint glimpse of the bright light..
Where you should have been! Where you should have deserved!
But you won’t have it!

You’re the damned!
You’re the cursed!
You’re a waste!
You’re nothing!
You have only a day in eternity, to dance!

Dance inside the cursed grave of your damned souls…
Dance like you never dance before…
For, Alas!
It will only last a while…

You’re the cursed!
You’re the damned!
You’re the wretch!
Dance away, and be the forgotten souls forever…


Novenia – 09.01.2010 – 21.15

PROJECT ANDDY 01: SOMEDAY

Someday..
I’ll climb that highest point..
Go beyond the clouds and over the horizon..

Someday..
I’ll swim in the deepest sea..
Embracing the cold dark of nothingness..

Someday..
I’ll run across the green fields..
Run like there will be no tomorrow..

‘Till that day come..
I’ll just continue on building my castles in the air..
I’ll just live life with eagerness..
I’ll just be here..


Novenia - 23/12/2009 - 23.09

PROJECT NOVENIA 01: Sakura

“Winter is here..”

That was the only line she could think of when she gazed out from her bedroom window. The freezing cold air touches her pale skin when she walked pass the small opening on that window. “ugh..It’ll be harsh this month..” she mumbled. Trying to reach for the knob and with one stroke she sealed that window close and drew her breath. Light haze coming out from her nostrils. She still remembers what has happened last month. It seemed like only yesterday.

It was that particular day, one month ago, early in the morning. She woke up with the same freezing wind that has opened her window. A young woman of only 24, she was at the pinkest of her health. She rushed out from her bedroom and didn’t even bother to close the windows. Made a stop at her wardrobe, wore her turtleneck, a pair of jeans and her favorite running shoes. She did this every single morning for almost a week now. She rushed out, slammed the door, and walked over the asphalt path.

The Sakura trees on the garden in front of her house have shed their leaves and flowers. They looked like scrawny twigs pointing to the sky as if saying “I’ve done my part. Now I shed little pieces of my soul for you to collect..” Sakura trees were calling her. These trees have made her left her comfortable warm bed each day just to be with them. She loves to see them, to admire their beauty, to imagine as if those falling petals were flakes of snow.

She was walking and making occasional stops, paying attention to all the details she could catch among the patterns of the falling Sakura petals and leaves when she realized there were something different about them today. They’re not the usual delicate silky pink petals but they’ve become rugged, somewhat harsh and crumpled on the edges. “What has happened?” She Though. “There must be something happened to them last night when I was asleep..” She continued. Despite the questions playing in her head, she moved on and scrutinized all the petals she could view and lay her hand on.

At some point, she stumbled upon a log on the ground. She fell face forward and got quite amazed with what she saw in front of her. More and more logs on the ground, seemed like someone had done some tree cutting yesterday. She paid more attention to the tree barks. There was something moving inside. She took a closer look into one of the barks lying not far from her. She got herself straight up, and suddenly held her breath for what she has seen a few seconds ago would change her life forever..

Inside the barks, she found tiny little creatures with pointed ears, red cheeks, red noses, wearing little caps, one button jacket, short pants, and green boots. “Am I dreaming?” she rubbed her eyes, close and open them several times and still see the same thing. These creatures are busily cleaning up their little chambers, walking, communicating and sometimes stumbled upon the roots and tiny things inside the tree bark. Seemed like they are going to move out from what seemed to be their home. They look cute and friendly, so she decided to make some form of communication with them. “Hey there..” She said softly. None of the creatures noticed her. She makes a second attempt. “Hey you! Little guys! Hello..can we speak?” She speaks louder. This time one of the tiny men notices her. He seems surprised, make a little screeching sound and inform his friends. The little group now scatters around inside the bark.

She realized that she might have frightened the little creatures. She moved away and decided to come back later. The next day she tried to communicate with them again. They are still busy moving but they’ve slowly aware of her peering at them and didn’t run away in fear when they saw her. One thing for sure, they didn’t speak the same language. So she can’t understand what they were saying and seemed like they didn’t understand our language too. So, as the day passed, she’ll just see them from time to time and checking out their progress of moving out.

On the fifth day, they have finished moving. During the process she followed them to their new house. It was inside one of the oldest Sakura tree in that park. The soft and silky pink velvety touch that she had always liked was back. She learned that those tiny little creatures are the keepers of the trees. When human destroy their home, it will also destroy the leaves and petals.

During the time of her observing, once she brought a container full with her favorite fruit, peaches. She was crunching and gnawing at the fruits when she accidentally dropped little pieces of the fruit near one of the little men. He picked them up, sniff a little, making little sounds informing the others and they looked at her. She can almost swear that it was the first time they looked at her in the eyes. She makes a gesture of biting into a chunk of the fruit. They followed her; put the little pieces into their mouth and crunch at them. Little smiles! She can see little smiles on their faces! She becomes excited. She dropped more little pieces and they enjoy them together.

It has been a month. Winter comes. She always loves winter. She closed the window, gazed upon those scrawny trees again, put on her jacket and walked toward the refrigerator. She took out a plastic container full with little pieces of peaches and rushed out into the trees. She can’t wait to meet them today. Really can’t wait to meet the little Sakura men who love peaches and see their beautiful tiny smiles again.

Novenia; December 3, 2009 - 10.30 pm

PROJECT NOVENIA 01: MAIN SOURCE

November 24, 2009 - 23.55 pm - novenia

PROJECT YANI 01: Little Feet

These little feet,

slowly stepping up the moss covered stairs.

Little feet dance..

They might not know when they will reach the top.

They can’t resist the bright light..

Slow and sure these little feet stepping up the stone.

Bear the wet green moss and bear the cold stone touch.

They dance and dance and dance..

One day..

These little feet will reach the gate.

One day..

These little feet will see what’s behind the orb.

One day.. One day..

(Novenia - November 24, 2009 - 1.10 a.m)