Other-side of Empty

A. K. A. F. A. D. Style Series II:  Thrilla in Manila © 2013

Written by Glen Yumang Manese

A. k. a. (F. A. D.) Filipino American Dream

 

Other-Side of Empty © 2013

 

A bright light shines.

Find your soul to turn back again.

Fend off the easy route to death.

A breath brings you back to life.

Fight to give you is a second chance.

An instance, changes everything.

Something becomes you.

Living proof continues.

 

I’m wondering if you’re dreaming about me.

Now, that I’m dead; lying at night in your bed.

My feelings for you were true.

Let them get away and this love isn’t sending any more clues.

We part ways to an unsolved mystery.

No one’s going to know our misery.

You’re still chasing ghosts.

I’m no longer a host, lost is you on this isolate world.

I’m here to tell you, I’m happy and free.

This hurts a bit to bring back a memory.

Deep inside all of this matters.

A turtle shell you succumb to the lather.

Blown away like the dam weather.

Feather clouds and night’s shining stars.

You left a lot of skin marks.

Scars will last to the end.

Amend to me and say none were capable.

Just is an array of broken-down rainbows.

Bow ties and rendezvous were never meant to shower down.

Befitting you mask under the sadness of a clown.

Found out there is a hearth awaiting me on the other-side of empty?

Flat line did not get the best of me, too much dam sincerity.

 

A bright light shines.

Find your soul to turn back again.

Fend off the easy route to death.

A breath brings you back to life.

Fight to give you is a second chance.

An instance, changes everything.

Something becomes you.

Living proof continues.

 

All my demons cast off to answer my questions.

Most of that time just pushing the button.

Six-teen years are a long span.

Plans never go your way.

Like the saying goes, keep the home fires burning.

Turning point has come to start moving.

I’m not throwing-in a white towel on the boxing ring.

Fleeing captured all of that, tests you to bounce back with reality.

Piety takes nothing for granted.

Reborn only to be sworn with a new outlook is wanted.

Reloaded to the outcome has a better ending.

Dragging are my feet by the weight of circumstances.

Taking is a stance this time around.

There’s not going to be a single 60 second rounds.

Profound by is a will to stand up and achieve.

I found someone to believe.

 

A bright light shines.

Find your soul to turn back again.

Fend off the easy route to death.

A breath brings you back to life.

Fight to give you is a second chance.

An instance, changes everything.

Something becomes you.

Living proof continues.

 

Here’s to life and a newfound admiration.

Caution to experience this mess of things.

Nothing is out of reach.

Cease to exist only means that.

Fact is right in front of the mirror.

Torture not what is left of you.

Let go of the past issues.

Walk the line.

 

Reviews

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Nicely penned here BRAVO.


Thank you for sharing this interesting piece.


I loved these stanza's lines.




Let them get away and this love isn’t sending any more clues.



We part ways to an unsolved mystery.



No one’s going to know our misery.



You’re still chasing ghosts.



I’m no longer a host, lost is you on this isolate world.



My voice is lethal.



Real deal is no longer in stealth mode.



Code is a new style.



Beguile is a dream a. k. a. Filipino American Dream.



Scream so loud my lungs are going to explode:


Blessings. kindred poet

[Glen Yumang Manese]

K -- thanks for the reviews...I see --- I accidentally included the last verse with this one...will make the change...good day...

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're very welcome. it's my pleasure. blessings. Kindred poet