Winston Soldevilla

Verily and happily exchanging glances
Although many at times we take our chances
Looking at each other without anything to say
Exhilarated, our hearts were, taking our breath away
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Why not stop and take a look, Listen and feel.
Don't be surprised or close your eyes for everything is real.
Try to understand the things that are going around.
Don't hesitate and take a stand
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Since I laid my eyes on you, my heart told me so,
That from among the millions of people I ran into
You were the one I yearned to belong to.
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Stop killing my trees that sway in the breeze
For they shelter my birds and my bees.
For they give fruit and shade rubber and marmalade
Oh stop killing my trees if you please!
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Ever and anon I envisage that when you are mellowing old,
you must demean as a Gee and always a man.
Society’s expectancies are so gordian to behold
that when you shy away you will be ban.
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Plop! There I
Standing above the leaf that floats
On that misty river where there were no boats:
Guarded from bank to bank twenty paces think I,
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Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Letters, happily dancing across my sight,
Like a cobra struck with delight.
As they come out of their prison sight,
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Listen to the falling rain
Gently splashing on the velvet green
And listen to the whisper
Of the gentle winds that which means something.
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Every path we follow
is just a sham of life which is so shallow-
Shallow as our mind can tell,
for life is so deep that no one knows well.
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As I hold this guitar of mine
while looking up the waterfalls,
I noticed
that the splashing water to the lichened stones
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For so many years, years of shedding great tears,
tears of blood in my heart.
For so many questions asked, Asked “Where shall I knock? ”
Knocked “where shall I be open? ”
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I see a song variegated with melody
Like colors painted in harmony.
I see a song floating above the sky
Showing tranquil words to sigh.
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'Words are not merely letters coined together.
They convey meanings and feelings.
Words are Living Ideas - they move.
They walk and dance to the rhythm of the musical beat.
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Pellucid as the water,
My mind is not that.
Pure as the shade of light,
My heart 'still cloudy.
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Yes, it is you who washes out
those thorns in my life
by those clear, crystal droplets of tears.
These tears of purity soften my angry and vengeful heart.
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I saw an affecter
feigning a feline
eating a fennel
on a Ferris wheel.
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I stood before a valley,
And set my eyes free.
It had caught something grassy
And made it jumped and flee.
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Ah!
Circumstance never miss missed
to challenge my will
how to stand still
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Glittering water,
with bubbles jumping head over heels,
dances to the rhtythm of the breeze;
Oh, sweet melody
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