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Chapter 2 - Volume II : The Journey of Every Heart of Every Human

Sunset of Everlasting Youth

Diana walks amongst the crowds,

Looking for her love, all in all,

She has been looking for hours,

Donny rushes through the trains,

Carrying a backpack and a luggage,

Sweats covered his face, he cares not,

And she hollers his name from afar,

The rush hours seems to scare them none,

They were carrying their whole world with them,

And they smiled, and they kissed passionately,

With a little bump on Diana's stomach,

With a blank cheque firmly on Donny's hands.

And They Taught Us None

Little Jerry plays with his toys,

Looking at the anger of his beloved,

He was scared with their screams,

Jerry packs a satchel everyday,

Knowing the fingers will be pointed at him,

He was scared with their laughter,

Big Jerry knows not to play along,

Not to take matters and just simply watch,

He was scared with their opinions,

Wrinkled Jerry looks around and regrets,

For this life of him is slowly escaping,

He is scared with himself, all along.

Sweetest Thing

Look above, dearest Noah,

Look at the stars accompanying you,

At the sun supporting your steps,

Feel the wind eases your burden,

The body of water refreshes you,

And the whole world is at your side,

So smile wide, smile warm, smile big,

Little Noah, you knows not to stay angry,

You knows to smile rather than cry,

Noah, now wiser, still knows,

That he look above and the world loves him,

That the world taught him everything.

Happiest Hours

Fred walks home at noon with heavy steps,

Eyes red and dry mouth and fatigued,

He wobbles on his way home from work,

And Fred knows one thing for sure,

Is that he shall endure this again by tomorrow,

That thought alone is enough to tire him so,

Fred reached home and the lights was lit,

And the frowns were no longer seen on is face,

Lydia greeted him lovingly and kisses his cheeks,

He puts his coat and briefcase and his hat,

He walks upstairs and smiled silently,

As little Daisy is sleeping with her beloved unicorn.

Lost in Word Was Our Calling

Early in the morning an alarm went off,

Waking Bradley with groans still in his throat,

And he prays silently before he went off too,

He goes to the kitchen and cracks come eggs,

He drank it painfully while lifting his weights,

He almost vomits, but still do it again and again,

The front door opens up to Bradley warming up,

Fully dressed in his usual tops and shorts,

Fastening his shoes and saying grace,

He throw punches to the air and strafes left and right,

One thing he always believes,

He will shake the world with his heart and his soul.

And Then There Were None

Looking in horror and exasperated was Richard,

All alone in the dark full of nothingness,

Maybe he was lost in thoughts of his mind,

Terrified and weating profusely,

As he tried to find a way out, to seek a way out,

He runs towards every way in every steps of his foot,

Yet the light were none seen,

Yet the embodiment of his ver body began to wear out,

Richard realizes he is going to be in here for ever,

And his eyes opens and he screams from the top of his lungs,

Still there were none seen,

And Richard had wished he had done more in his life.

Looking Elsewhere

Dean is already well to his thirty,

He is one accomplished accountant but with no experience,

Thus the feelings of insecure never left his heart,

He turned his head into art,

Trying to write and to draw and to take a pictures,

All to no avail of his rushing and his undone work piling up,

And he goes into medical school to the naval army,

To the broadcast station all the way to automotive industry,

From the laundromats to the garages,

Now Dean is already well to his forty,

A piece of him said it is life well lived to know a lot,

Another piece said he could have been a successful accountant.

The Lone Boy

Greg has been alone his whole life,

The only thing accompanying him is his dinosaurs,

His racecar and his set of wooden blocks,

Greg never speaks for he seen a lot of mouth opened,

That of his families and they do so in anger,

They scared Greg of their voices heard everywhere,

And Greg always looked down until one day,

A boy dressed similarly as his smiled at him,

As he approaches him and offers his dinosaur,

For the first time in his life Greg now smiled happily,

Every day of his life he still remembers this day,

And it all started from his dinosaur that he loved so much.

The Painter and the Painted

Francis once saw a painter at the street,

Picturing the moment and put in on the canvas,

And Francis froze still and amazed,

Going home and he imitates his new idol,

His pen and paper accompanies his imagination,

As hours goes, his art grows,

Francis always loved the moment he paints a canvas,

The moments he put his final touches,

The emotions of each and every painted ones,

He may never find himself in riches,

Nor he found a diamond or a damsel in distress,

But this is all what Francis ever wants in his life.

Black and White and Nothing Inbetween

Edgar is the name my boss shouts again and again,

Between my desk and his office,

Is this life of mine just ticking away at the very moment,

The sound of the printer and the facsimile,

The tipping toes and the tricking hands,

It all made me crazy and it made me insane,

Edgar is the name all coworkers shouts,

Edgar is the name all departments are looking for,

Edgar, Edgar, Edgar, I hear it every five minutes,

And before I even knew it,

Edgar sounded so strange and yet so familiar,

Just like a placeholder for something unimportant.

I Wanted to Say

Kyrie is a boy with so many questions,

He never has been known for being silent,

But never even once Kyrie regretted it,

Kyrie is a boy with so many thoughts in his head,

Someday he wants to be this, tomorrow he wants to be that,

Beneath that words lies a dream unexplored,

Kyrie is a boy curious to find out what is what,

Doing things by his own will unrestricted by shyness,

He knows a lot of things for a kid his age,

Kyrie is a boy lacks understanding and love,

But for what he lacks he makes it up with something else,

He never hesitated and he never hated himself.

Desolated and Isolated

Trevor is alone in his room,

All dirty and cluttered with things he should not have,

Empty syringes and dried bloods and cigarette butts,

And he looked at himself in the mirror,

His white pupils and his black eyes,

His pale face and his stuck-up life,

And Trevor has a meaning once in his life,

There was once a time he was the happiest man,

He is not feeling it anymore,

Or is he just playing mind games with himself?

Was it possible that the happiness never left him?

Outside was the brethrens he left hanging all year long.

For All That Happens

Michael sitting alone in his room,

Listening to the radio whilst working from his laptop,

Rain sounds dampens the sound outside,

All alone he is thinking about how his life could have been,

Could it have been happier if he works now?

Or could it have been more miserable hath he leave it be?

He goes for a walk and stumbles upon a millionaire,

Steps away from his sports car with his tuxedo,

Looking at his jeweled watch through his sunglasses,

Then Michael found a homeless man,

With his dirty blankets covering him firmly,

For all that happens in life is still a gratitude.

Holding On

Old Terry walks the alley of flower petals,

Full of falling leaves and forgotten memories,

And he recalls them again one by one,

Running along the alley with wide smiles,

As young Terry sees the leaves and steps on them,

His smiles were honest and warm,

Holding hands with his lover,

Teenager Terry keeps on smiling at her dearly,

They keep on dreaming about the things to come,

Now the old Terry all alone in his days,

Still walking slowly through the alley with smile,

As he keep his remembrance and holds on.

The Grail of Life

Little Maisie goes into the market,

Her mom holding her hand so tight,

Little Maisie is all happy this day,

Days gone by and Maisie has been going several times,

To the market that accompanies her entire life,

She witnessed the traders got old and grey,

The market is still as busy as ever,

Time never was a friend of a man,

For the years have gone by and we changed so much,

Maisie now old and grey,

She has witness the new faces and the old ones,

To this she knows much better than anyone else.

Get Out There

Winston was the man of the man,

Was the one standing tall above everyone,

Was the one shouldering the whole rampages,

They say his muscles were made out of steel,

His brows were as sharp as a tack,

They portray him as a symbol of power and longevity,

But Winston compared to a silly little kid,

Exploring the youth of concerns and urgencies most,

Winston is no longer relevant,

The boy stood still too with his satchel,

He also standing tall above the rest of the devouted,

And he shoulders his own mind and soul with him.

Let the Sparks Fly

Gwendolyn lies on the ground,

Wishes of how life could turn out to be,

As it unfolds under her very eyes,

She looked inside and she smiles,

She imagines the things she wanted to happen,

She erases the things she hates the most,

Gwendolyn was elated and she was forcibly happy,

Then she heard a noise outside,

Immediately she checked the window,

Someone had thrown fireworks up at the sky,

Beautiful and amazing and it was truly colorful,

Gwendolyn looks and she laughs and cries.

Lost in Translation

Feeling overburdened by mouths and fingers,

Let alone speaking up for her own life,

Must have been the routine of August,

What one does not understand is the word by word,

That you personally use to define August,

Were a matter of no jokes at all,

Gets deep wounded was the heart of innocence,

As the colors turned vignette in her life,

So was the eyes looking to the world,

Not ever to be seen again by anyone was August,

As the old life never tender her so,

Her feet began looking for new life elsewhere.

The Better Ones

Edward is alone when he came back from work,

Exhausted and battered and his breaths are short,

He open the door and slams it shut,

No more greetings by the loved ones,

None seen is the warmth of the home he had,

Only the cold walls staring him down,

If only he could have controlled his temper,

If only he could find a room for his thoughts,

All the wondering bring nothing still,

Edward is the Employee of the Month,

But Edward is nowhere near Dad of the Year,

Wished he could have seen it coming.

Curtain of Virtue

Jessica is a woman of independence,

Chances of life has been taken well,

Not being the soul of the lost and the hopeless,

But Jessica did not know life well,

And so was the million of other people too,

Living forever in a shade of uncertainty,

The chances we took may be leading to something,

But the chances of the chances may have,

Been leading us to a completely different life,

Or has been Jessica living the same dream?

Far from the eyesight of any known man,

Is that the virtue of life still hides itself well.

Dreaming

Alyssa is a woman of dreams,

Having a lot of things in life,

Wanting a lot of things in life,

Alyssa has been here and done that already,

Has met the love of her life and left,

Been with the job of her dreams and resigned,

Was it worth everything?

Was it worth anything?

Alyssa is not a woman of questions,

Still fighting the urges of settling down,

Still finding the means of letting go,

Still enjoying the life as she sees fit.

Stories Left Untold

Andy wakes up from his sleep,

No one knows how is his day,

Did he get enough sleep or is he sick,

Andy goes to college with a lot of thoughts,

And going back with the same thoughts still,

All these things bothering him bothers no one else,

And Andy goes to sleep,

Long was the day before him,

Who knows about the day next after,

And we best rely on ourselves in this life,

For everybody has that story left untold,

That often times best left untold.

As the Days Gone By

As the days gone by before our eyes,

From the moment the sun sets high,

To the moment it falls down again,

Randy is one of the people too,

That lives during this very moment,

And days passes through his eyes,

Looking so beautiful,

Looking so perilous,

Looking somewhat indifferent too,

Randy will still be one of the people,

As the days gone by again and again,

Randy is just a passerby in a tunnel of time.

Everything Still Matters

Bryan still mourns over his loved ones,

And he still has bills to pay and things to do,

What a time to be alive,

Bryan knows that he could be thankful,

Bryan forgots that he shoulc be thankful,

He hid himself in a valley of mourning,

He did not looked down nor up nor sideways,

That there were people giving flowers,

Giving hopes of a better Bryan he should be,

Praying for the one that died proved matters,

But writing letters to the left ones matters too,

Everything revolves the world matters.

Waiting Still

Every morning I know I waited you,

And the nights seldom treated me right,

Where have you been, Rose?

Every time I get my hopes high,

It was every mouth saying to me always,

Ronnie, you did not deserve her,

How long will they understand,

That all the years that took me,

It will not matters again anymore,

I am just hoping for the best that can happen to me,

As I vist Rose again with a smile,

This time carrying a dandelion.

To Start Again

Danny whispers of the pilgrimage of life,

Of the uncertainty of everything,

And the collapsing world all around him,

And never so sure was Danny's mind,

Times has come that it was overflooded,

And other times it can be as empty as it seems,

Danny has friends and families and loved ones,

But it was the choices that left him put,

It was the life that put him on hold,

Thinking again and again and again,

And life only gives you one shot at everything,

Let us start over again.

Being Here Is Enough

Lisa is one of the people in the city,

With millions of people knowing her,

Without one person loving her,

Going through work and go home again,

Was just one of the thing she did alone,

Lest alone the other things everyday,

The lights and the sounds of the skyscrapers,

The asphalt and the people passing by,

They reeks of ignorance and coldness,

Lisa does not care about it all,

She may even becoming one of them,

Being just here is more than enough.

Far Was the Reasons

Hilda has been years reasoning life,

As it was sweet back in the farm,

As it was fun up in the city too,

To take one from the other takes guts,

And to choose is to leave something behind,

Hilda has seen things both ways,

But what Hilda knew nothing about,

Was the chance to see things differently,

Perhaps for the rest of her life,

Time was running short and slim,

And Hilda has made her choice,

The question was; was it wise?

Golden Plate

Jimmy is a pianist of the century,

With his tuxedo and his bow ties,

People expects only the best from him,

Far from home he ventures to afar,

This he knows he too deserves the best,

Forever caging himself in a life of gold,

Next time he prepares himself,

The requirements for his caliber gets higher,

Higher and higher and higher,

Being the primadona that he is,

Somehow relaxes him so in the laps of luxury,

Not the life he needed, but the life he adapts to.

To Live

Hector, Hector!

'Twas the moment of every second,

Of my life ever lived,

I was always a burden,

Nevertheless a slave of life,

I was never brave enough to go away,

Everytime I hear Hector,

The Winston I knew never changed,

Still the one begging to leave,

Hector, Hector!

There it comes again,

But when it ever stops?

Nothing of Our World

Elijah has been living quite comfortable,

Some might say even better than the most,

But he was one of the kind ones,

To seek something out of gold,

Elijah did not do it at all,

But to find and to discover more,

Not to be dictated by the silver spoons,

Slaved by the glamorous wine and women,

But to be honest to one's soul,

Was Elijah one of the good ones?

He is one of the bravest for sure,

To be quite the adventurer himself.

Of No Temptations

Faced with a lot of adversaries of long roads,

Was something Drake stumbles upon,

Almost every single day of his life,

Being alone with the winds,

Or to travel together with companions he finds,

Was of no matters,

To be remembered as one of the pioneers,

Or to be left and forgotten completely,

Drake could not care any less about it,

For the life has give him meaning,

Only him truly would truly know what it could be,

Tempted by no one; driven by only himself.

The Diary of a Random Human

Randall is one of the teenagers in the town,

Living life like a million other kids,

Carrying the same bags like the rest of them,

Sometimes life can be quite dull at times,

School offers no real life for a teenager,

And Randall knows it best,

It could be that his life is similar to another kid,

If not perfectly same and mirrored,

Who could even barely notice that?

Even the name Randall is not unique,

Whose life is it of ours that we declare well?

Is it really that life is one of a kind?

In Rags As It Was In Life

Simon never had a moment of his life,

Not a single smile on his cheek or ever,

Not a tear shed and not ever a face changed,

As Simon never had any friends of close,

Of the families who are care of him,

There were none at all,

Indeed that he wanted a life so dearly,

Somehow he ends up in the bottom of life,

Whose fault is this?

Dear Simon was only a kid at best,

Knowing full well that life was of undeserving,

As he was in rags as it was in his entire life.

Closer Now

Dear Susie lives in a suburb not far from home,

She smiles over the thoughts of her lover,

She mourns over the thoughts of her parents,

For the time Susie has met her significant,

Was the moment her parents diavowed her,

They mocked her and they left her and they hate her,

How heartbroken she must have feel,

To choose one over the others is impossible,

But to not choose at all is to lose both,

No longer a kid ever since,

Susie must become a woman of character now,

And she has chosen.

I Still Make It

Rachel writes everyday on her diary,

Of her adversaries of life and turmoil,

Of every upbringings and sturggles,

She weeps her eyes so much again and again,

And Rachel was the one of fragile heart,

But life has been so hard on her everyday,

She pants and she cries,

After every tears comes every tears,

But she still carry on with her heart,

Rachel made a promise to carry on,

Not because she wants to make it,

But because she will make it.

As Broad As It Gets

Charlie despises his life so much,

Every time he acts down the Broadway,

He knows no desire at all when he is on stage,

The play and the costume and the actors,

Only Charlie can put a fake smile,

And feign on an act the best he could ever do,

Is that not the acting itself?

This is Charlie with all of his acts,

On the biggest stage of it all; life,

Let alone hates being an actor,

He has been one ever since he dumped here,

Charlie never looks it that way still.

Off With You

Johnny is burdened by the living hell,

As he is tortured by his world of work,

Also outside of it and everything else in it,

From the bills to the his drug habits,

His alcoholic penchants and syringes,

Even the cat pisses him to the night,

He was that close to explode off,

His mind is full of things he wants to get rid of,

His body is a ball of rage ready to be set off,

Johnny never found what is it like to live,

He swears on the neighbors and he spits the streets,

Already wiped off by the history of the world.

Devil's Footsteps

Kei spent his entire lifetime believing,

It is by achieving what he wants he is content,

Growing up ambitious and manipulative,

Of his parents and his friends,

One or the other praises him every time,

And Kei began to rise high up in the sky,

He sees something he wants and he gets it,

Of the smiles of the warmth he once has,

It has turned into a grin of cunning mind,

Whether Kei has know it or not,

That he lost more than he has achieved,

It matters not more than that of desires found.

Treaded by the Time

Jonas plays down his grand piano of his,

A habit he found recently,

Liked it so much he never stop playing,

No longer young is Jonas's current age,

A fact he nods directly,

His hands immersed the keyboard so,

The living room is abundant of noise,

A dream he once had,

Was to live a family full of noises made,

But Jonas can only do so much of life,

A thought he faced timidly,

And the song is coming to an end.

Long Enough

Monica loves the people around her,

As the town began to adore her too,

Comes a time to say goodbye now,

As the gifts rained on her with the prayers,

Little Monica in her little red dress cries,

All around was the people hugging her so,

She never again forgets this very moment,

She draw the memories and paint the people,

Writes a poem about them and sing about it,

Waiting so long is the chance to go back home,

Monica in her elegant red dress and her smile,

And the people began to recognize her once again.

Returning Home

The street is wet of heavy rain again,

A lone man with a coffee cup at his hand,

Scribbled roughly was the word Dean,

Dean walked the alley with empty feeling,

A vague mind and eyes only looking at asphalt,

Knowing nothing of what has happened,

He misses looking life differently,

Now only knows to make it out every night,

Pursuing nothing the very next of it,

He arrives home safe and sound,

As he looks deep at his wooden door,

Reminds him of anything but a home.

Everyone Was Here

Billy caught eyes on train and rode it,

With hopes of getting home after work,

And so he fell asleep sound as a baby,

He listened to rowdy crowds in here,

Of the people selling goods and water,

Babies crying their throat out again,

Woken up was Billy numerous times,

Yet the noises never stops and never will,

Be it start of the day or the end of the line,

Billy realized there is a lot of people,

With their problems he never saw before,

Lamenting how he could not see it earlier.

Memoirs of Warmth Remembrance

"She will not make it", said the doctors,

And I look on your name written nicely,

Shino, on the nametag under the bed,

It has been years since you woke up,

All I could ever dream is just you here,

But unlike this, not ever like this, no,

You said you wanted to travel abroad,

You said you wanted to be here with me,

You said all that and you left me here,

Your heartbeat slowing down now,

Felt so serene now, think of me there dear,

Shino my love, you have been through so much.

Dear

As I approached you with confidence,

My love, you were wearing that red dress,

You looked lovely as I can remembers it so,

It has been years since we have been together,

Our very first cake decorated so beautifully,

Written was, Gary and Cindy,

We went out with our finest dress we can get,

To the movies and to the park and to the stores,

I loved every single second of our time now,

Your phone started ringing as you falling asleep,

Of the unknown number I wish never knew,

"Dear?"

To Live And To Live

Nancy is a woman of the deep heart of the city,

She works three jobs at different hours,

She cares for her childs and her grandparents,

And sometimes Nancy mumbles of thoughts,

Her dreams is seemingly out of reach nowadays,

To reach the end of a day is to endure the next,

But Nancy overheard one wisdom to another,

That she has been blessed so and lived happily,

Is not that another dream of ours to achieve?

Not that we seemingly displeased with our life,

Of our endeavours yet to be and things to do,

Is that we are here and the reason is enough.

A Man of a Few Choices

Paul is living the life anyone could have lived,

But the life he has been living is anything but,

That the privilege is something he cannot have,

Time after time, Paul realizes of life unfairly,

Instead of being handed to him on silver plate,

He have to work it out with little time he has,

And Paul could not afford anything nice,

Let alone a loaf of bread could sustain him so,

The life trying to squeezze him dry these days,

"The young has to live life hardly," so they says,

But our breath was only short-lived still,

Do our life will be the same too, now?

Of Life And A Million Chances

Bam is an adventurer and a musician,

A prolific one at that, and pretty talented too,

Noted that every day Bam was working still,

A year and over and countless days in between,

Bam started to doubt himself and others and everything,

Asking why cannot everything worked out still,

But over a year later and countless days later on,

The next thing happened was Bam receiving letters,

Of the appearances he needed to do and his hopes,

Of course, a lot of days turned out to be not that great,

And Bam really knows it best, being here and now,

But the days that moves us is waiting ahead now.

Stood Still

Nigel froze and he was overwhelmed,

By the moment captured perfectly,

The petals of rose he hold began to fall down,

And the loved turn her head around,

Both shocked and was in awe of everything,

She will wish she never kiss during that night,

Of everything that could have happened,

Nigel could have walked away or not,

The choice is always his, and he chose to stood,

Perfectly still,

As everything began to fade away so blurry,

Leaving her walking away unfazed.

As Impure As It Gets

Ben witnessed a lot going on with his friends,

Some gets a divorce and never believed in love,

Others get sunk deep in drugs, others in alcohol,

While he himself did not experience, he witnessed,

Of the few that has a problem in this huge city,

Few made it out alive and intact with their souls,

Neither the family nore friends of Ben,

Cared him so or cried him so of his life,

Merely just found their life entangles still and deep,

But given any chances given, they will go away,

Ben never entrusted any of the human he knows,

Determined to make the best out of himself only.

But Life Does Not Care

Sophia discovered something very recently,

The things she had done for everyone else,

They did not go back as the way she wants it,

From banks to banks, Sophia goes on and on,

She needed something for her life right now,

Not even one men even cared for her still,

Sophia is all but completely exhausted of life,

Kindness does not open the heart of the people,

Neither does life gives back whatever you wanted,

Best of luck was never given to Sophia,

Be it that this life or the one that follows it,

Of hope and perseverance we can give best.

Life Never Was Easy

Shawn gave his upmost salute to his family,

Dressed in camo and his desert boots,

The duffel bags filled with hopes and dreams,

His kids cries and hugs him to not ever go away,

Lawfully wedded torn apart by lawfully sworn,

Brings upon forth the guns and leve the child behind,

Shawn missed them so and will still misses them,

Of every bullet he misses, every memories he gains,

Oh, how he always wanted to stay there now,

Letters will bring no tears to stop coming out,

Photographs carried only soothes us sometimes,

Let it be known that Shawn loved his family.