THE GRAY WEDNESDAY

Commentary Poem composed on June 17, 2009 in consolation of a broken-hearted brother at facebook status commentary

AT is claiming a gray Wednesday

JH
When the sky is gray
Its time to look up to the sky and say
That this will only last for the day
Tommorrow comes the sun's ray
That will brighten a new way
The road to freedom you must lay
And keep sorrow far at the bay
Faith hope love is the only price to pay
So choose to go along with the game play

AT
But when with love we pay,
Our heart we waste away,
With faith and hope we pay,
If things turn the bad way,
Sorrow and despair we lay,
On the next beautiful day,
When come the mighty sun's ray,
That would have brighten the new day,
Would have never come my way,
If I chose to go along the game Venus lay.

JH
This is a recycle from what I wrote as fb comment on my friend's note... And what I am trying to say is that perhaps you should revise the way you play the game? Coz like it or not there exist such game...

It has always been the same
Since creation there has been such game
This is something that will never get lame
The key is that your emotion you must tame

The winner has always been the one who can control emotion
and the ones who stand firm on reason
Instead of falling deep into one sided relationship imagination
and foolishly let oneself be trapped in empty blind devotion

Being trapped in a one sided situation is indeed fake
It's like falling in love only for love's sake
A wise decision for the long term future one has to make
For a true meaningful relationship is all about give and take

JH
Unconditional love is the way
Where the cost of what we pay
Will never be wasted away
Rather is merely the seeds we lay
Coz come that one fine day
At the ending of the play
We shall reap the harvest and say
It is worth every cent of the way
Then the sky will no longer be gray
Instead under the sun's ray
Will be matrimony at a Bali bay

AT
But thing is, trapped in love, I am not,
Caught in the game I am not,
Rather being in this situation is where I rot,
Where living a lie I should not,
Yet telling myself I am wrong I have not,
When whether I am right or wrong, I know not,
For where to go, what to do next, I know not.
This pitiful situation to my life I have brought,
Taken and given away when I should not,
Is how I ended up here where I should not,
When a casanova I am not,
These games exist to torture me or not,
To teach me to better myself or not,
I know not.

JH
Trapped in love... then avoid
Caught in the game... Then unknot
In the situation do not rot
Coz living a lie will only make you feel void
Telling yourself wrong, you should not
Whether you are right or wrong, deep down you know a lot
Where to go, what to do next, for now think not
This pitiful situation you have fought
Taken and given away are just gambling slots
These games exist to torture not
But to teach you to better yourself in a lesson you should sought

AT
These things you tell me to do not,
Are the aftermath of life I walked,
Time and time again I learn not,
In this suffering and agony I always rot,
Chose this way I did, like it I do not,
To tell me not to be sensitive and caring I cannot,
To love conditionally I will not,
To love unconditionally I have been taught,
To find the balance I have not,
To treat an angel poorly I cannot.
For wanting to be worse I sought not,
Whether better love awaits me I know not,
But to be ignorant and uncaring I cannot,
When I meet an angel that made the knots,
That strangled my heart to slowly rot,
Whether they are angels of venus I know not.
Sad is it not, when venus' angels sought me not,
Free me from this prison they have not,
In this prison I shall roost,
the prison that I myself locked,
To keep me from the angels that tied knots,
So when venus's angels finally sought,
Keep my venus's wings from soaring I shall not.

JH
Okay then in the drama of being rocked and locked in the taut knot that you sought to be caught instead of learing the lesson being taught which by the way you seem to like a lot, feel free to just rot... Your sister is here...

AT
Dear sister of mine, whose wisdom of words always exceed ur humble brother, like I say, this path, chose I did, like it I do not, but to take different path I cannot, and know not. Be there u should, before I commited the fatal sins of love. But alas, now you only appear when its the time for redemption when salvation is yet to be seen.

Pray tell, when will that angel of venus find me
When I shall give her the key
To the prison I locked myself in
For I longed to be free
To spread my venus' wings
Soaring on the sky
On the day u prophecize,
When the sun's ray shine always