Saturday, November 9, 2013

Words Unspoken

The Impossible
written by: Jesson Rata 



These dreams.
Psychedelic dreams.
Untouchable yet, describable-- in some ways.
One moment turns into something else--
like mixing drinks, experiencing a different taste--
between sweet and sour--hot and cold--
the gray area mushes, turning into a hybrid form.

Interpretations will only add to a stack of questions.
Trying to figure out--deciphering the meanings behind what's already confusing.
The brain fiddles and play with scenarios. Like an unsolved mystery--cliffhangers.
Perhaps it reveals our deepest desires.
Perhaps it reveals our truest natures.

Waking up is pointless.
It ends the adventure.
Even nightmares can be fun--heart races.
Sometimes we try to revert the traces.
Clues are left behind like memories--quickly faded.

These dreams.
Psychotic it seems.
Prescriptions--Doctor recommendations.
Insomniac relations--day dreaming of immeasurable temptations.
Deprived of ecstatic doses--medicine will only nourish addictions.

Shut your eyes and try to fall.
Wake up and it will all dissolve to nothing at all.
Dreams are what we strive for.
Dreams are what we yearn for.
Dreams---they are what we live for.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Words Unspoken

Four-Play
written by: Jesson Rata


Four corners.
Stands, four players. 
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided. 

Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives. 
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate. 

Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation. 
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation. 
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces. 
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces. 

The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification. 
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution. 
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation. 
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation. 




Saturday, May 25, 2013

Words Unspoken

Drowning 
written by: Jesson Rata





Gasping for air. . . you strain your neck; stretching..you look around, checking.
Struggling to keep the pace. . . you're movements, fluctuating; you panic, you try floating.
Screaming for help. . .  no one is around, you wish for a miracle; you're wheezing, yelp not helping.
Giving, no one is reaching. . . the waves starting to bring you down; you fight, your Will diminishing.
Vanishing. . . your light dimming; They look from afar, will they notice you're drowning?

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Words Unspoken

Eventually
written by: Jesson Rata




Today is earlier than usual. 
It's not like any other days,
it's becoming a ritual.
Tasks at hand were once confusing; 
like riding the waves slowly, you're cautious to not make mistakes,
yet, you were falling. 

Eventually the ride gets easy.
Even when the water is raging,
you continue believing--
moving is breezy.
Relax your mind and your body will follow.
Allow your soul to take over,
release all the sorrow--
soak in all the positivity,
spirits, swallow. 

When things get crazy,
your vision gets hazy.
Just close your eyes, imagine a world where there are skies--
of no lies.
Where the ground is stable;
not shaken by any label.
Now open your eyes;
Do you see a world of disguise?
Capture that vision, now your realize.
The politics, views, the price of arguing--
the war, hunger, win a prize of suffering. 

Today is still early.
It's never too late.
When are you going to make a change?
Start by breathing, speaking--
let your message reverberate. 

You're getting used to the ride.
You're moving steadily--cruising
Skipping your steps, you don't mind bruising. 
Your journey extends through space--traversing

Eventually the ride gets easy.
Even when the water is raging,
you continue believing--
moving is breezy.
Relax your mind and your body will follow.
Allow your soul to take over,
release all the sorrow--
soak in all the positivity,
spirits, swallow.



Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Words Unspoken

Infatuation 
written by: Jesson Rata 



I thought it was just a fling. 
I thought it didn't mean a thing.
You keep running in my head,
Even when I go to bed.

Moments of your touch, 
Still lingers,
I feel it's too much.

Why do I keep those memories--
When I'm not sure how to feel--
Is  what I'm feeling real? 

I don't know which feeling to connect.
If you're sending mix signals,
I don't want to link what I'm feeling,
And later, reject, I recollect. 

It doesn't take a lot of time--
For me to forget.
One moment I'm focused,
the other, distracted. 

Are you just a distraction?
Do I feel the attraction? 
Electrified when you look, 
It's an awkward reaction.
Do you understand what I'm going through--
Even in just the tiniest fraction? 

These questions are not rhetorical,
I'm sure it's all metaphorical.
I choose to stay oblivious--
To your hints,
Your actions I ignore,
Like a blank piece of paper with no prints. 

Perhaps the next time I see you,
Please make sure to be clear.
I don't want to keep playing games with you,
Just be yourself with no fear.

No need to impress,
I only ask for you--to express.
And don't worry, I'll do the same.
I'm tired of feeling this way, 
It's lame!

Words Unspoken

The Search
written by: Jesson Rata 



I was once a stranger to you.
The first day we met, 
All I could think about were ways to remember 
Your face, your name. 
I listen to the way you talk;
The sound once foreign,
Now I'm beginning to unblock.

You left unnoticed--
I don't know where you are.
I'm struggling to figure out
The Things you left undone. 
You comeback only to find I'm gone. 

We search to find each other,
Not knowing where to look.
Believing that fate will bring us back together.
We hope to follow the trails,
we leave in the pages of our journey book. 

You're somewhere over the other end of the road.
Will I ever find you?
The frustration and worries, 
I'm beginning to unload. 

Drifting by, I'm starting to see--
The end, it seems where there's no you and me. 

Strangers, once again, we are. 
We were close, now we're far. 

I hope to meet you again someday.
I'm keeping the faith; I pray.