Thursday, June 30, 2011

Personal Mail Bag

I wrote a letter to my destiny today
Also sent her my oldest pair of shoes
An itinerary retracing every footprint
Embroiling me to this, my hell of a life
Carefully planned without my consent

Free will should also get a letter today
including keys to his prison cell too
His wings necessitate winds of freedom
For liberated choices seek his protection
The soul of every will conceals a path

I posted another letter to my guilt today
with an eviction notice attached
Vacate the premises immediately, it reads
Her curse permanently cast away
I now own my conscience free and clear

A final letter is addressed to my dear luck
Hopelessly searching for a new hideaway
Judgement days is upon him, warrant issued
Among his countless charges, identity theft
Never again shall he assume fate's identity
Rapadoo,

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

By Myself

I'm surrounded by this universe
I feel little in this emptiness
Searching where to hide around this earth
Looking for deep meaning about this earth

I envision a terrestrial of lake
Where the land will never lack
I saw water pouring out on them
But, if only they were contempt

A celestial of things unseen
A mystery of things foreseen
Contentment and joy are welcome
Anger, jealousy, and hatred will not come

The archangels are clapping their hands
Rejoicing to see me by myself
The universe is celebrating my coming
Of the one who will be reigning
Clarice Ferdinand

Friday, June 17, 2011

Music to my Ears

A soft clapping wind of notes
Melody of unforgettable sounds
A list of chords assemble
Forming different notes to my rainbow

The colors of sadness and happiness
The symbol of peace and calmness
Sing, clap and dance to make music
Music is a gift for the nonmimmics

 The rainbow dances to this creation
Human, animal and nature make new creation
A tranquil rest is in this music to ears
a surely step is in the sounds that are near

The wind sings melodies of a long sleep goodnight
The ants surround their faces for a long kiss goodbye
Invention and renovation will always be music to my ears
Replacement and displacement will never be cut off from my ears
Clarice Ferdinand

Friday, June 10, 2011

Desert Storm

Conquer my effervescence
As your sweat binds to skin's inclination
Suppress this heat with pious fire
Ransack my essence, ash my desire
Release me to fantasia's nectar
Concealed 'neath the crimson sands
Cradle of my life

Sand storm your intrusion
As your release reaches all of my extremities
Capture my senses, your prisoners of war
torture their souls, break their spirits
tiptoe through my surrendered nerves
Seize my climax using guerrilla tactics
my treasure discovered

Rapadoo,