Stranger

by : Bacardi Gold
25/Dec/2020

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i am a stranger
an intruder of myself
i have become an alien
to my dawned habits
an immigrant of my dreams

In the nights of my growth
one barely knew me
i became a wanderer
in the palace of my soul
under a different roof

the ages drag me through
in the shelter of saints
where prayers became foods
in every meal of sinners
named me the guest of squatters

no longer a stranger
in the company of reformed
a drifter with wings
ready to take the merits of dignity
i am a resident of my own self…





Plumage

by : Bacardi Gold
23/dec/2020


Birds of different kinds
Clothed in feathers of colors
Layers after layers

Can be thick or thin

Feather quills are derived
On empty paper to write
In the olden days of poets
Inked on books inscribed


Thin feather always floats
Where the air’s direction it goes
And when the breeze is unmanned
The feather is destined to land


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Colors

by : Bacardi Gold
23/Dec/2020

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Your eyes can see the colors
and the shades of your life
As they walk the journeys
of the days and nights
The advent of the coming storm
and the promises of spring
Colors are awaiting to form
your best decisions could bring…


image from Pinterest


Starfield library, CoEx Mall, Seoul, South Korea

by : Bacardi Gold
21/Dec/2020


We had a chance to visit this mall in Seoul, South Korea and I was in awe and astounded to see this library with high rise shelves for their books. The long table filled with book lovers reading their kind of materials was an extraordinary sight to see inside a mall.

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Weapons of “war”…

by : Bacardi Gold
18/Dec/2020



My nights don’t wish
they only serve choices

My dreams don’t narrate fantasies
they deliver only realities

My realities are my dreams
done in the days where
there are no victims
only conquerors and victors

Who knows how to weave a dream?
a dream liked by the weaver to happen…
then, strength and persistence to succeed
are weapons of war indeed…


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Little rains

by : Bacardi Gold
18/Dec/2020

Little rains, whispers of the twilight
want to know where you’ve been
sunset hides from the clouds they fell
in the silence of the world’s noise
Little rains, droplets of diamonds
glisten through the near-night sky
catch the weakened rays of the sun
comfort the tears, smile and dry your eyes

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We are meant to be

by : Bacardi Gold
16/Dec/2020


Photo by Vera Arsic on Pexels.com

recounting moments when i was down in dumps
clouds in laze straining the sun
sounds and motions were ultimately restrained
these were the days i bumped the humps

almost shed some precious tears
my heart had roughly stopped beating
facing the time of one of my fears
rule of yours had me emptied hoping

dusts of spats repeatedly emerged
small things became war of words
not you nor i have claimed the fault
your tongue was always the sharpest sword

years were routinely in that troubled ways
unceasingly waited to hear the magic of sorry
won’t let the hurt to crush and outweigh
my love for you was so special to me

through the times you became my strength
i was slumping down when you lifted me so high
believing in myself that this love would be my last
to triumph over discomforts in my battle cry

our life’s shadowed moments have their ends
to cheer our hearts again everyone would envy
streams of these troubled waters have their bends
our love we have kept, ’cause we are meant to be…

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Sunrise of my life

by : Bacardi Gold
12/Dec/2020



maybe you are the dawn
of this entire life
as you begin to show
the signs of the day’s echo

perhaps it will be quick
to await your true colors
to see and hear the secret
the duration of the day’s spirit

truth is at hand of the dawning
the start of a brand new beginning
the birth of a new creation
the rise of the golden sun

now this is the right time
for the truth to be mine
tell me all the hurting secrets
the mystery in your heart’s buckets

let me feel the love i share
let all your closets be bare
is there someone else in your life
that will cause my only strife

let me know, as the sun’s still bright
let me hear, as it shines the blessed light
the sunrise is holding on
’till all of the truth have shone

the innocence of dawn have passed
the wildness of the sun rises fast
the twilight sun not to be blackened by stain
as you and i will be in darkness again…








Pile of Lies

by : Bacardi Gold
11/Dec/2020

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i heard the breeze outside
coming in
as i laid down my body
on a silver screen


drowsiness and fatigue
i was beaten
white smoke embraced me
all of a sudden


drifting dusts of realities
of the olden years
appeared as i succumbed
to a seabed of fantasies


scenes kept on changing
by the minute
softness of the colors darkened
without limit


astounded me as memories
ran the mile
yesterday’s truth was dumped
on the pile of lies



as the dawning light
of the joyous peeping sun
i was awakened by the truth
of how the dream begun…