The Bank.

There is a club, that’s made of thugs,
They have no rules, they are such fools,
They sit so high, above the skies,
They have one test, to be the best.

They hide in suits, and take your loot,
They wear a smile, to gain your files,
You save your cash, within their mash,
You got their cards, they think your sad.

They bet your money, without your knowledge,
To make more profit, but you are forfeit,
The risks are high, but they are fine,
The pain is yours, the gain is theirs.

They live by greed, and flash their green,
The cash rolls in, their backs now thin,
They dine with kings, you cry with sin,
They don’t look down, for fear they’re found.

You lose your job, when times get tough,
Your bills still come, your mind goes numb,
You seek some help, but they won’t come,
You are a portfolio, without an investment.

But life goes on, above the clouds,
They make their millions, you curse their opinions,
They have a name, you must have heard,
They’re called the Bank, am sure you’ll thank.

By Julius Fa
© 2011

Random Thoughts In Seconds long…

What tales shall find me, and which class will define me?
What questions shall you ask when my blogs you discover?
Will your mind allow time to stop and visions to grow?
Will you dream the dreamer’s dream and grant me an audience to delight?

Shall we meet tonight at nine, or will you make a date in kind?
Master your beauty and silence your tongue,
Range your distance and capture your instance,
Do not let time teach you, nor shyness keep you.

Hurry now and miss not the issue,
A page to read and moments to share,
Words to hide in poems of denial,
Seek the truth and uncover my faces.

I am no stranger of hurt, only fisher of grace,
I have longed for a sitting, no queens to be meeting,
So honor this hour and model the power,
Read this line and answer the questions.

Was this poem a reason, all clear to be seeing,
Did you find the question, so board to be seeking,
Will you book that table and wait for our cable,
Did you even notice, I was dancing and singing in Naples,
So end this story and start anew label…

By Julius Fa
© 2010

Such A beautiful soul…

What was I thinking, moving on such a beautiful lady,
She is the epitome of perfection and beauty is an allied,
She is radiant like the morning star and humble like two saintly nuns,
Her charm is gentle and her words are soft upon the souls of men.

Was I too bold to approach such an angel, and seek grace to delight her?
Can she ever be a part of this mess I call my life, such purity and clarity she possess,
Men have camped at her doors and the sleeping moon as lit up her path by night,
Princes have crowded her with wealth and still her heart remains true to love conquering all.

Simplicity is all she demands, why then do i complicate mortality,
Can she see into these weeping heart, and learn to rest her inner strength upon it?
Women have danced at her elegance, no jealousy to lay bare, only warmth and friendship to repair,
Why do I sweat still, aren’t I worth her tender laugh.

She looks into this trembling man, palms sweating I cannot speak,
Her eyes upon me, I dare not run, time frozen too long it seems,
What a moment my friends won’t share, such a story they won’t partake,
So remind me this queen so real, at her feet I stand so near.

If you’re wondering, what name she holds,
Look within you and start to smile,
You are worth it and so much more,
You my lady, I cannot lie.

And so to all, this vision of love,
Too revealing and all above,
Stunning lady and beautiful soul,
Take my heart and make it home.

By Julius Fa
© 2010

Watching…..

Around these parts, the sun to set,
The trees to glow and the wind to blow,
The leaves to smile and the plants to wave,
Life so refreshing and time so unkind.

With the air refine and hope still behind,
My future so unknown and joy so uncertain,
Let knowledge start again and faith all renew,
What patience can’t withheld, the beauty of nature all around.

Now my senses dry to wear, and my burdens set to tear,
Look up the stars blazing down, their angels brightly crown,
The birds gliding east, and love flowing west,
What questions still to drown, and answers floating now.

If you can’t stand still and watch, this madness all around,
Turn round and dance away, the silliness still to play,
Or start to stop and think, and see the miracles in pink,
This sunset so divine and nature still to define.

By Julius Fa
© 2010

Gas Of War!

Bitterly they waited in the cold, winter ’69 they counted that date,
Deep the pit laid, hungry the men groaned,
Ten thousand sat still, upon the stormy day,
Tired, bitter, weak day in and day out.

The cries of death, sounded in men’s dreams,
Courage took flight, when bullets rained down,
Hope got lost, when bombs fell forth,
Blooded the muddy ground, covered with men’s crowns.
Decay and rotten corpses, littered their mortal hearts.

BOOM! The silence breaks, green the thick air gets,
“GAS, GAS”, that solider screamed when men folly in sleep,
“GAS, GAS”, again he yelled, much to their living hell,
Quickly he put, life’s mask upon his guilt.

Tumbles and rumbles were heard, as the green air slaughtered the herd,
Shots were fired, when blind men were hired,
Slowly they fell, ten thousand men still,
And crowded the tench pit filled, with men dead in their sleep.

For death won its fee, as it rained on their souls,
But wait, one lived, to see another day it seems,
For off he took, the guilty mask of war off his face,
Only to see nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine men lay die in winter ’69.

By Julius Fa
© 2010

The Value Of Silence!!

I will lower the volume and lay down my words,
Just cherish the silence and value the peace,
No sound to preach, only nature to hear,
Gently viewing the beauty around, take your seat and honor this hour.

Drop your pens and close your eyes,
Free your gains and abondon your pains,
Forget your schedule and bury your burdens,
Take you breathe and freshen your lungs.

Steady your heart and lighten its weight,
Open your eyes and gather your thoughts,
Hasten your memory, watching the sunset,
Lowers your shoulders and appreciate this freedom.

Drop your guard and listen to your heart,
Learn from within, the dreams your once lost,
Turning down the world’s volume, humbling out your daily stresses,
Take this break with me and value the gift within you always.

The hour is up, and your life to return,
Arise refreshed and ready to proceed,
Carry not the stresses or burdens you left behind,
Look ahead and live your dreams.

By Julius Fa
© 2010

Nice No More.

I’m tired of nice, enough of rice,
I won’t get far, without my car,
I help all day, now hell to pay,
Life seem to take, my time like cake.

My words are kind, I think you’ll find,
I have a job, tax takes its blob,
I make no mess, just me to self,
A sense of calm, around my norm.

I’ve heard it all, around the stalls,
They laugh at gossip, with pride and tossing,
This caused much pain, their lies so vain,
My nice cut down, two size to drown.

I blame the world, and all around,
The hurt that burns, my heart now turns,
They cursed my ways, because I played,
A game called life, without their strips.

So a pet I brought, to vet their words,
The fame they seek, my pet will tame,
They’ll run like cats, with wings like bats,
This cat won’t stop, till they all rot.

So I changed my norm, and wore a hood,
My face to hide, my nice to fly,
My heart saddened, this life hardened,
I won’t go back, for nice was slack.

By Julius Fa
©  2011

Time is running out….

Time is running out,
Must focus and run the race ahead,
Forget the bitterness of modern life,
I have lived to work and now work it seems is cutting me off,

Envy is my mortal sin, longing for a new beginning,
One filled with new encounters and love exposed,
Time is running out,
But still I run and run,

Hungry to catch love, before it is too late,
No writer am I, only a student of time,
A forgotten pupil and a seeker of grace,

I must be willing to reach out,
Must leave behind my safe environment,
Time is running out,
Faster I run, pace after pace,

My legs grow weak,
My lungs burn with fatigue,
Just one more step along the world I go,
Love in sight, grace so near, strength so dear,

I reached my goal too late, time it seems has won this race,
Another fallen pupil, another unfulfilled life,
Bitterly I rose, from the dreamer’s sleep,
Must change my zone and open wide my guarded heart,
Welcome love and dare to get hurt, but you will rise again to run the race.

By Julius Fa
© 2010

Did You Fight In The War….

Striking stories and hidden glories,
Harden fights and bloody fields,
Winter’s smug and rotten corpses,
Muddy pits and swollen pride.

Wandering minds and drunken souls,
False confident and wounded egos,
Sleepless nights and noisy mornings,
Bullets sailing and bodies falling.

Bombs exploding and limps parting,
Mothers praying and fathers waiting,
Wives wondering and children playing,
Generals planning and orders given.

Battle fields littered and survivors broken,
Spirits high and bodies slain,
Doctors mending and nurses crying,
Victory dying and freedom flying,
This the reason, man’s wars full of lying.

By Julius Fa
© 2010

Undecided In Love…

Her beauty is beyond perfection,
Her laughter sets hearts leaping for joy,
Her kindness is catching like a plague,
Her smile is like a thousand suns setting at once.

Her soft silky voice, silences my future,
My troubles are forgotten upon the sight of her crystallized eyes,
Love as found its home amongst men, in her it happily presides.

I will fight man to show my love for her,
But our paths lay divided, like the parted Red seas of Moses’ days,
She knows me not, and am a prisoner of dreams so bold to behold.

So sweet, so gentle, so priceless, I cannot please her,
She is a gift, I cannot accept, for fear grips my heart,
And love is choked out of me, is her love worth my death?

By Julius Fa
© 2010