Three's A Crowd.

They're all lined up, one by one.
They're making it fast, getting it done.
I'm up next, i was third in line.
After waiting for so long, fin'ly it's my time.

I've got the requirements, I made the grade,
I've got the patience, now it's time to play.
I've dreamt about this, thought I'd get the job,
But when i was about to go in, the red lights told me to stop.

Figures that, for a one-slot job, the two ahead of me got in.
They didn't have the requirements needed,
but chances of me also getting in is slim.
Their interviews didn't sound impressive,
they didn't say/do anything.
they just smiled, winked and sweet-talked the Boss,
the next thing i knew they were hired.

Wait, we gotta hold the line,
the Clerk told us to come back some other time.
When there will be openings or when they need something, they'll call.
Don't worry, she said,
They'll get by the dozens when the Company needs an overhaul.

Went home to ease my weary mind,
Dream job, chance of a lifetime.
Blew it because i was late,
Blew it because i didn't arrive as early as they did.
Third in line, A Third of a time.
Thinking maybe the Job's not for me, some consolation.
but i really wanted to hear their cheers and congratulations.

Days later,
Criticism and Review of their performace came in.
Employee 2 isn't working as hard as he seems,
Employee 1 was always absent, always missing.
But both were always at the top of the Boss' list.
Guess there's always favorites at this Industry i work in,
Guess there's no use of competing.

Wishful Employee 3, by the name of Me,
was somewhere lost along the lines.
Losing his touch and his class,
at the point of almost giving up.
Unemployed and unappreciated,
looks like his fortune's faded.

Three's a crowd, and they're all endowed
with the tools of the trade, any of them can make the grade.
But i guess things are on a first come, first served basis,
In this kind of Industry, there's no use in fighting.

Fruits/Vegetables.

He passes by our store everyday,
buying our vegetables.

I pass by that store everyday,
buying their fruits.

I think he's on an errand from his mom,
so she could cook their food.
He always has a list with him.

I'd always wish that my mom
would send me on an errand,
so I'd get a chance to see her.

He rides on his shiny red bicycle.
He's always dressed simple, but nice.
I think he lives nearby.

I hope she gets impressed with my bike
I hope she notices my new clothes.

He doesn't smile much, he manages a few words,
Asks how much, how many and just pays.
He doesn't even greet nor say Hi.

She always smiles, I like the way she talks,
I'm tongue-tied, so i don't talk much.
I don't know what to say, I can't even say Hi.

He just picks his fruits and rides off,
I'm always waiting for him
just to say thank you or a simple goodbye.

I'm too nervous to look at her.
I just catch a glimpse of her and ride off,
I manage to breathe a silent goodbye.

I wonder what's his name?
Where does he study and how old he is?
I wonder who he Is,
What's he like or where he lives?

I wonder what's her name?
Where did she study and how old she is?
I wonder who she really is,
What's she like and where she lives?

He's always on the go,
He always looks busy
I wish he'd stop and just talk to me.

She's always busy,
attending to many customers,
I wish she could stop so i could talk to her,

I want to know him more,
more than just a stranger,

more that just a buyer.
I want to know his name.
I want to be his friend,
Or maybe something more.

I want to know her more,
more than just a stranger,
more than just a seller.
I want to know her name.
I want to be her friend,
Or maybe something more.

Sometimes,
I'd intentionally brush his hand
when i hand him loose change.
It makes me feel good.
It makes my heart sing.

Sometimes,
She accidentally brushes my hand,
It makes me weak.
It makes my heart float.

There are times he'd actually look at me,
but he looks quickly away.
Maybe he noticed that I was looking at him.

Sometimes I'd take a peek at her face,
but quickly I turn away,
I'm scared she might notice.

But sometimes he doesn't come,
I wonder, where could have he gone?
All these fruits I reserved for him will spoil,
But I'll patiently wait till he comes.

Sometimes I can't pass by her little store,
When I'm away or when there's a storm.
I'd miss the chance to see her,
I always wonder how she's doing.

I wonder if he'd ask about me,
or sometimes think about me?
Even for just a little while,
and maybe he'd see,
that i like him and I hope he likes me.

Is she thinking of me?
even for just a little while?
Even for just for a moment,
I hope she realizes,
That i like her, and I hope she likes me.

Based On A True Story.
*updated: 01/15/10*

/brl

Red Streaks/Eclipse.

The early sunrise rose, and by that, the cat awoke.

Yawning lazily, red beautiful streaks color the sky.

Walked up a platform to greet the morning,

What a beautiful day, thought the cat,

looking over to the house below.

The smell of the wind was light,

and something new came over everything.

The dawning of a new chapter has come,

where all the wrongs could be undone.

A new beginning, a new day & a new life,

And maybe a new reason to live.

The morning was loved, celebrated, and cherished, giving new light and hope.

But under the clouds there rose, The Moon with jealous eyes and a heart of stone.

She watched the Sun dancing in the heavens, with his rays lighting up the world.

She felt neglected, unloved and unwanted,

and swore revenge on the Sun who stole her audience.

She devised a plan to steal his precious sun rays,

and bring light upon herself on dark days.

She turned his eyes upon the earth, and saw the cat above the house.

She wanted to use the feline to get revenge, and take the Sun's light out.

She drew near him and asked for help, telling the cat that she cannot walk properly.

That she needed someone to pull a rope, for her to get to her property.

Pure in heart the cat was, he obliged.

He pulled the rope the help the moon,

until she arrives to where she resides.

Further and further he treads,

pulling the rope behind his head,

Nearer and nearer the Moon drew to the Sun,

It won't be long before the sun's rays be gone.

Finally, reaching her destination,

the Moon stepped in front of the Sun.

She wore his rays as her crown,

now Eclipse has come and Sunlight cannot be found.

darkness was all around, and no one can see,

the Sun's beauty was dead and the red streaks disappeared.

the sunlight that was once warm and bright,

now just a memory of the once beautiful red light.

***

While every word seems to be made true,

Remember that every lie was also made exactly for you.

Fabricated to the last word,

These sounds are made to deceive even the wisest of men,

made to make even the strongest trees bend.

~ Maskinao