Where Do Miracles Hide?

Mary points the way.
Knock on the door once close
Enfolded with the chain of doom
Only the right key can open.

The luxury of time ain’t here to play
Drugged by the pills on a daily dose
Lie in the bed of a white room
where justice is served often.

Word of mouth is following the ray.
Knees bend begging for a loose
Tears fall asking for a wonder to loom
Summoning the Saints for the plea to co-pen.

Where do miracles hide?
Nothingness suddenly appears to preside.
Are miracles a holy grail that is hard to find?
Or was it a product of an imaginative mind?

Are We All We Are?

A world blessed by the guiding light.
A world cursed by the dark side.
Folks diverse in nature.
Folks diverse in culture.

Different personalities.
Different responsibilities.
The differences make everyone the same.
The differences make everyone tame.

Are we all we are?
Are we all following the right star?
Hand in hand into the promise land.
Turn our faces into the sun.

See the light at the end of the tunnel.
See the future outside the funnel.
We bring colors into this world
So, spread colors with our words.

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Rainbow in the Rain (A Sonnet Poem)

Learn the impulsive choice others tossing.
Verdict of the phony in fake Sanskrit.
The victim of the mean hoax ain’t missing
In a walk of shame of the true culprit.
After the storm, something was born again.
Rainbow in the rain makes grey days clearer.
A stain, not art: there’s no need to bargain.
From the twist of fate of savage bearer.
Kaleidoscope of colors in one eye
Shifting panoramas like Northern Lights.
Signed, sealed and delivered will from on high
A mark of love, hope, peace and pure insights.
And there will be no umbrella needed.
The showered vision of God is not dead.

Two Lonely Hearts Beat in the Dark

Two lonely hearts beat in the dark,
one is walking on tightrope
the other is chained in the prison cell
wondering when will this thing end.

Two lonely hearts beat in the dark,
one is turning psycho
the other’s still living in shadow
waiting for a miracle snatched by vain.

Who are you today? Tomorrow?
Two lonely hearts beat in the dark
playing the role of the strangers
on the road once forgotten.

Where did the love go?
Two lonely hearts beat in the dark
contemplating about shattered promises
being uttered when they were sober.

Hurry up! Hurry up!
Ride some horses instead of turtles.
Two lonely hearts beat in the dark
wishing for the time to go slow.

Speak up! Speak up!
Word of mouth is missing in action
Two lonely hearts beat in the dark
get down to the nitty-gritty of the problem.

Feel the dark entity everywhere
Ghastly ghost from the past
becomes a customary tradition when
two lonely hearts beat in the dark.

Hear the whisper of silence
Smell the bouquet of deceits
What will happen after, when
two lonely hearts beat in the dark.

God is Far

Idiocy.
Poisoning the well when the answer is there.
Sipping tea while you are praising Lucifer.
Dancing with the aces illuminates when you go down under.

Blind.
You only see the darkness in style.
You, feeling triumphant with your catatonic smile.
You, a feral child living in the abandon isle.

Mute.
There’s nothing left to say to the unused gift of gab.
Here lies, the lies growing in mob.
Their lips being padlocked not to speak for the truth while being stabbed.

Deaf.
Do you hear what I see?
Do you need to listen in supremacy?
Do you find whispers in silence an intimacy?

Numb.
Nullified with shallow sublimity overshadowed by the dark.
Qualified Lannister ain’t born Stark,
Stratified aura could not see the bottom of the ocean through the murk.

User.
Like morphine hiding in secrets.
Like addiction not afraid of the threats.
Like psycho showing no sign of regrets.

Devil.
Living like lovely angels in hell.
Turning enigmatic coming out from the shell.
Deflowering innocence in shiny pennies worth for the soul they sell.

Believer.
Let’s dim the light of the falling star.
How do they even think that God is far?
Who do they think they are, when God is far?

When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?

Written by: Genesis Gregorious Genelza, Billie Eilish O’Connell & Finneas O’Connell

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Rapid eye movement sleep
Let’s not part ways and say, “Goodnight and Go”.
What happens when we sleep?
When we all fall asleep, where do we go?

Counting sheep through the night
Ignite the fire of the losing side.
A bad guy acting like a Knight.
Sleep within sleep in side by side.

We are only good at being bad.
They should see us in a crown!
Wait for the plastic faces turned into sad.
Critics frown on the idea of going down.

Are we the product of a problem we could not alter?
That is why our rendezvous’ quite blurry and fuzzy.
But I’m counting 1,2,3 for it doesn’t matter.
As long as I see you in whole not in mazy.

I don’t want to wake up in this beautiful nightmare.
3-dimensional space as they call it, “The Further”.
I’ll be calm and collected in this dream we share.
As we bury the hatchet when we bury a friend right there.

I just hope I could draw a map that will lead to you
Wear your cologne, so that I could go straight in a perfect time.
Do not let me let you go when my heart’s not blue but hue.
Hold me tight, you’re my strange addiction like a dime.

In this place, life is an endless story.
Captivated by the view, you and I both created
The place has no name to say in a hurry
Paper town as it is, so as our names stamped and cemented.

REM sleep; dream vividly.
Two hearts become 1 in intensity
Goodbye for now as lights down low slowly
In sleep, we’ll meet again in the loop of serenity.

*The poem was born out of love and obsession to the album of Billie Eilish entitled,
“When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?”

Ode to my Bolay-ogs, Ode to my Panuhax

For my students... This is always, always gonna be you.

For my students…
This is always, always gonna be you.

Oh, how fascinating the view of the Garden of Eden!
Screaming colors splattering in cue all of a sudden.
Thou shall not fade thy radiant living color
A moth to a candle: refrain from deep dolor.

Every time I feel like I ain’t really worthy
Of thine adoration; like a bamboo in sturdy.
Scriptures in synagogue foretell the otherwise
But the mien of thine will hail in twice.

The moment I knew how lovely thou art to me.
That’s the rhythm my heart sync in gloomy.
The language of men turned wordlessly idle.
Needle in the haystack became my scapegoat riddle.

Yet everything shall end in goodbyes
A smile written in our faces will always be our vice
Hold on to the learnings, hold on to the memories
’til we crossed paths again, then we’ll tell our stories.

Impalpable

At the top of my lungs, I scream
In my darkest hours, you are my sunbeam
Into the River Lethe, you become my memory
For you simply debunk that life is too short for a long story.
Around the world in 80 days, seemed not enough to explore you,
Against all odds, I swear it on the River Styx to stick with you in a shade of hue.
Until the world ends, forever ain’t the word to immortalize you while we’re going down in history.

*Preposition Poem – The poem is a seven line poem, each line begins with a preposition. Authors write about themselves, their feelings and emotions.

But Let Me Tell You: Traitors Never Win!

Snakes on the floor,
on the shiny sparkly floor,
trying hard to slither right through you.
But let me tell you,
I already knew what they do not know.
Slick stories soon forgotten
on a graveyard of lost things.
So, no need a shovel to dig a grave

Crocodile on the river mouth –
A pathway where a river flows into the sea,
Hungry for a piece of meat.
But let me tell you,
killing a crocodile is a sign of luck.
Worries are over and so as danger.
Do not trust crocodiles,
If you crossed one: be wary.

Vultures start circling in the air,
Like you are the subject of gossip and slander.
They might be in control of the weather,
But let me tell you,
They only try to take advantage on what’s readily available.
Prepare on what’s coming
The storm provides, yet do not be a prey to the death eaters:
Use all your senses to the opportunities they hardly navigate.

Poison ivy creeping along the ground,
Ingratitude like a parasite
Itching on your skin if it touches you
But let me tell you,
The only way to defeat poison ivy is to dry them out,
Never handle them especially by the root or stem
They are rashes: avoid them
Before it’s too late.

Do not blend,
You will turn out to be like them.
Bend like you’re unbreakable.
But let me tell you,
Traitors never win!
Let the turncoats switch sides.
Think things through; shifting allegiance like Judas
does not ring a bell to one’s pure heart.

For Everyone Who’s Ever Loved Someone They Weren’t Supposed To…

Smell the bouquet of deceits.

This one’s for you.
It’s okay not to be okay.
Go ahead, cry and eat some cake.
Never mind the bitter taste.

Just be like, drinking alone in the moonlight
Or let it run like a river.
Sing your favorite heartbreak tune – our national anthem,
Go dancing crazy like Taylor’s or like no one’s watching.

You don’t need a man;
You don’t need a woman
To satisfy you.
Go ahead, do it solo: try a different panache.

Set free from the remnants left on the kitchen floor
The tears in the rain will dry soon
The scars will become your stars
Mark my word: You will be better than fine.

And if they come back like you’re the last option,
Raise one finger in the air,
Give a blank stare,
Walk proudly: they deserve it!

For everyone who’s ever loved someone they weren’t supposed to
I know, it is hard at first
but the pain imprinted on your skin like a tattoo
will be your art, somehow, someday soon.



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Do not pick up the breadcrumbs unintentionally drop on the road
They’re leftovers; no longer edible.
Chin up! Do not slouch.
Smile, you’re the winner; they’re the loser.

Hear them whine,
That’s the job of a swine.
Let them mourn for their lost,
While you are sitting on a throne made of dime.

If your love was not reciprocated,
Flip your hair, don’t give a sigh.
Show some tranquility,
and never turn back.

Be like a soldier
Trained to fight by night
Throw the grenade
To shut them up in throwing some shade.

Be like a kite
Look how high you can fly
But always remember to not lose grip on the string in your hands
As you look back when you fall.

For everyone who’s ever loved someone they weren’t supposed to:
You are not alone.
Let’s circumnavigate Bermuda Triangle
Not to be puzzled, but to celebrate the mystery of life.

Heads up!
Be gay!
Together, let’s get out from the blue bed of lies.
It’s time to stop the rain from falling.