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The red hue of the sky

blots in my mind’s eye.

As I watch from the heavens

the traipse of thoughts.

Evanesce into a transient memory,

longing to return home.

Standing on a pillar

a god’s point of view.

Learning of inequity

in the deeper shade of blue.

How lonely it must be up there!

Life and death in your hands,

good and evil in your midst.

Freedom to do whatever you like.

Yet you choose to remain silent

as death razes the land.

Try as I might to climb the boundless summit

I awake from the hand

of my eternal slumber.

Relishing the dream

from the top of the mountain.

Forever lost in the white gleam

of the gray ebb of the fountain.

The faster I climb

the higher I go

the faster I fall.

The longer I hold on

the more I lose control.

Try as I might to prevent the fall

it is only a matter of time before the bells toll.

I glance your lithe white shadow

hide behind the clouds of tomorrow.

I reach out and touch your face

through the red billows of thought

I was burned by the calescent glaze

of your eternal grace.

I run away ensconced in my black incubus

drive you towards the omnibus of life.

Locking you away

in forever and a day.

Waiting, waiting, waiting

as dark waits for the light.

You’ve never let me out of your sight.

You hide in a pink touch

a tiger’s kiss in white bliss.

A child’s light whisper

and honest gaze.

As an ephemeral moonshine

drips from the night sky.

Yet you remain a secret

locked in the embers of my mind.

Your face shimmers like a

picturesque sunset reflected on a blue stream

etched in my imagination.

Meandering endlessly on the yellow brick road.

Yet your face seems so familiar

something that I’ve longed for since birth.

As I comprehend briefly the ambiguous haze

a breath of new life dances in my mind.

Invigorates every movement every step.

I let go and you control

everything seems worthwhile.

Return to Sender

I look into your eyes

as the light drips from the skies.

Staring intently,

looking for answers to questions,

questions to answers.

To grasp the beauty in certainty.

I feel that I’ve known you for a long time

as I look at you for the first time.

Your eyes, your lips,

your brown hair to its tips.

All too familiar.

The touch of your skin

the manners of your whim.

All too familiar.

I’ve seen your reflection on

the haze of the twilight sunset.

It’s silhouette etched on the embers of my mind.

It’s like I’ve known you for so long…

Fate must’ve have been toying with us.

I’ve seen your face across the streets.

Touching hands slightly at the sidewalk

as the cars race behind us.

Re-aligning the stars

to places afar.

Borrowing the same book on different dates,

taking in and pausing on the same page.

Shared daydreams of an eternal sunshine

whisked away by the busyness of the day.

Destiny is forever waiting for its turn to bloom.

Sighing its exasperated breath under the moonshine.

Re-aligning the stars

to places afar.

Finding its way back to you.

Each new encounter is a beginning to an end

an end to a beginning.

A new sunrise

through the mirror of your eyes.

Dear God,

It is in deep humility to finally be able to write to You.

I took great lengths to put this letter together.

Anyway…

I’ve been thinking lately.

I’ve been saying all these prayers but none of them seem

to be answered, saying all these prayers and verses

but nothing seems to be happening.

I just wave my hands around in bewilderment

with all of what’s happening in the world.

The terror filled streets, the killing, the dying…

Sometimes I just wonder why You haven’t decided to come and save us.

You know, we’re doing all the work down here!

But then again the last thing You need are heroes…

People are so eager to die for You

but they find it harder to actually live for You.

Martyrdom is so heroic!

Saving the world for You is so heroic!

They use Your name for their means and ends.

But they just don’t understand that whatever they do

just can’t amount to You.

You loved us because You didn’t need us.

I’ve been so skeptical about You

because of all the tragedy that befits Your name.

The more I know You the more evil I see.

The more suffering came along the way…

But it’s part of the whole picture

engraved on the stained glass.

I’ve looked all over the world for You

but I still couldn’t find You.

I’ve dared Your strength by planting a seed of

sunflower in winter, waiting for it to bloom.

To no avail.

Where can I find You?

Where can I see You?

All these years have passed

my hair has turned gray

and the world remains the same.

I look outside and see my child

playing with utmost delight.

I glance upon a mirror…

I realized that You have been there all along

my prayers have always been answered.

I walk towards the door and leave.

Bathed by the blue rays of the sky.

I end this letter and hope to write to You again.

Your Majesty,

I’m here to write about a progress report on Earth.

Your plans have been truly amazing!

The results are what you wanted all along.

There was utter chaos amidst peace.

Here and there, everywhere.

Just what you ordered me to do.

People who have to kill, kill

people who have to die, die

people who have to be bad, are bad

people who have to be good, are good

well You get the story.

One can’t have too much of one thing.

To keep the world spinning and working properly.

Everything falls in line!

Balance is the key!

Well of course yours truly had a hand in this.
I wouldn’t let you have all the fun now, wouldn’t I?

I did a little mind tickling here

A little theology there

A little philosophy here.

All in good time!

People just want to get spun around in circles

thinking that they’re making sense.

But they’re actually moving their feet to the music

You composed, unknowingly and unwittingly dancing to Your music.

Yes! Bravo! Bravo! I just can’t help but be excited!

You’re imagination is unfathomable!

I just can’t let go of the music You

have orchestrated in my head, I just let go.
We’re inseparable by all accounts!

You need me and I need You.

Together we’d make a beautiful melody!

The truth shall set you free as the cliche goes

but it can also send you to prison

for whatever reason

depending on what time it is.

It’s all in Your hands.

War and chaos is a pretty useful tool that You have provided me

to keep up Your plans and dance to Your music.

To encourage people to choose sides when everything becomes gray.

For peace to live on and men to get better.

Or it could go the other way around

depends, depends, depends.

It’s all part of the orchestra, Your music.

Well this has been a long letter

it must come to a close,

till we meet again your Majesty.

Dear Satan,

The Prince of Darkness

I’ve seen you countless times all ready

I probably made a coupla deals with you in the past

But I’m not quite sure if that was really you I was talking to, wasn’t it?

The Prince of Darkness isn’t hard to miss now, ain’t it?

With your pitch fork and two horns

hellfire and brimstone pouring all over the place.

The people in church describe you so well

it’s as if they’ve known you for so long

like you’re family friends or something.

It’s so easy to point the finger at you

when everything is going bad or

when I’m doing something wrong.

But what is it that you really do anyway?

I don’t even know what you look like

so how would I know it’s your fault?

Not mine or anyone else’s?

Does it also mean you’re sitting at your throne

twiddling your thumbs when all are bright and cheery?

I wonder what you do when you aren’t wreaking havoc…

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Isn’t it also that the road to heaven is paved with good intentions?

Peace for war, war for peace.

Love for hate, hate for love.

Pain for pleasure, pleasure for pain.

Good for evil, evil for good.

The greater good as the cliche goes…

Then what’s the difference between you and God then?

Is it a matter of switching the light on and off?

The shadow that follows after the sun rises

and sinks after the last breath of the day wanes.

Its so much easier if you had horns and a pitchfork

and you had all of those little Beelzebub demons loitering around you.

Then it would have been easier to avoid you.

But…I don’t know what you look like.

You may be that innocent whisper in my ear

or that maniacal killer just around the corner.

Well it was nice chatting with you,

The Prince of Darkness living in the Light.

Dear Death,

Hello Death.

I heard you were in town.

Knocking on doors and hiding under the covers.

Disappearing into the shadows and coming in the morning.

Letting someone believe that they can live to suffer.

Giving them sickness thinking they can recover,

you sneak into the scene and pull the plug.

Then grief begins anew.

Living in order to die.

Death why do you taunt us so?

Things would have been easier

if you just knocked at our door and told us its time to go.

Instead of coming and going.

We would have been ready and said our goodbyes,

planned our lives from birth to the grave.

There would have been no mistakes, no heartaches,

all would be laughter, no pain.

No God to blame or cling to.

But you chose to hide in the shadows of the faces of the moon.

Or in the penumbra of sunlight to mask your intentions.

The master chameleon

an ache of the heart, a pang of disease, a scratch on the knee, the graying hairs

Why do you taunt us so?

Life would have been so much easier if we could see you face to face.

On second thought, I have thought about this for a while…

What is there to live for if I have all ready seen your face Death?

Dear Ms. Anonymous,

Hello dear its nice to send you a letter once in a while

and hear from you every so often.

When was the last time we’ve seen each other?

It’s been a while hasn’t it?

I’m writing from my hospital bed,

from an unknown disease they’ve told me.

they said I don’t have much time…

How are you? How have you been?

I heard you’re seeing someone else.

We had good memories together didn’t we?

Those were the good ‘ol days!

I just don’t know, what went wrong?

I put you first in everything I did.

I gave you everything and anything.

I sacrificed myself for you.

What went wrong?

You suddenly changed your tune

after all that I’ve done for you.

The angelic whispers became the scream of a banshee

echoing in my ears.

I was overburdened by your demands,

to-and-fro, to-and-fro just to make you happy.

You’re happiness was all that mattered to me.

What went wrong?

We were doing so well.

Where did I go wrong?

I was eaten up by my desire for you.

You were the most beautiful thing I’ve seen,

then you’re beauty brought out your ugliness.

What went wrong?

I don’t have much time left so I’ll end this letter.

I hope to see you again some time soon.

To Whom it May Concern:

Greetings! You may not know me but I know you very well.

I’ve seen you come out from your mother’s womb, breathing in life for the first time.

Shining through the darkness in an empty room.

Your first words echoes in my ears in the twilight of the moon.

Your initial steps pitter-patter on my mind like the September rain.

The first cut on your knees, the first drop of blood

I was there more than ever.

Through the tears and the joy, the silence speaks for itself.

The first love that broke your heart,

the moment you looked down from your apartment…

as the moon reflected its ephemeral glow…

then glanced upwards as the sun rose from the eastern skyline.

I was there watching.

You see me in your dreams but my face eludes you

like an illusion of forever dancing eternally in your thoughts.

You tried to look for me but all for naught, you asked around

but they always said they didn’t know me.

You gave up your search, and went along your way through the blue skies of tomorrow.

But you haven’t noticed that I never left your side, I was there in front of you all this time.

The woman you married and the child you bore.

The last gasps of your mother as the silence engulfed her soundless screams.

I was there watching, looking as time unfolded.

As you watched the gray hairs grow on your head in front of the mirror…

The child you bore grew into a spitting image of you in your youth.

As you watch him look for me in the tumultuous justice of time.

For the eternity of my face…

The same illusions and the same whispers carried by the wind into the sunset.

I lead you one last time in your endless waltz.

You look up through the darkness of an empty room,

a glimmer of light dances in your mind.

You see my face through the shadows as clear as day.

You’ve known me all along, you whispered.
I lead you by the hand until the music fades into black.

Here I end my letter, to whom it may concern.

DEAR dETH,

Helo ther deth.

Dis is me fErst letr to yu.

My doggie-woggie jEst dEd.

WithOut wArnIng yo jEst tUk him.

KeeLeD over and drOpeD Ded.

Da oXygIn pEoplE, jeSt lefts him.

Momy ses hes going to doggie heaven.

Is Dat True?

Why’d you tuk my doggie?

hewas so nys and cute.

Why’d yu tuk my doggie?

Are yu a badd person deth?

my doggie was so nys yu meanie.

I’ma go eat yu just like my CooKIe

even if they hav anTs on thim.

GudbyE !

P.S. I hate yu