2/3 - To the Hundred

Point of No Return

We take the path towards the place unknown,

As we gamble our fate through the roulette of destiny,

We sought things we want to own.

Under the hoods of luck and uncertainty.

So, we water plants.

In hope that it will grow like a tree.

That it'll bring us to at the top,

And saw the forest of foggy imagery.

We offer them the love they deserve,

Neglecting our worth.

Thinking that: "It's all okay,

Because everything will work"

As this fantasy became our goals to ponder,

We live our lives didn't even care to bother.

That this fictitious deeds will lead us to nowhere,

Will bring us down and lost our self-care.

But as this agonizing experience, we encounter along the way,

Continue to leave us weeping every single of days.

We became immune to the sharp edges of love,

As we still draw swords even if it's so hard.

We still care to fight to the things we didn't know worth to win,

We still offer them the love we didn't know they deserve to feel.

We just love them just the way they are.

We stay even if the circumstances are afar.

Every single species will do the same

As we are all human-born.

We still love someone and stay with them,

Like I do, beyond the point of no return.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Clinical Hearts

Those heavy lids are forcing to close your eyes,

As your bare body holds tons of weight.

Your hand loses your hard grip,

As all of your entrails starts to melt.

We can't please our body,

So, this is our prize.

And it is up to us,

If we can compromise.

I am no doctor,

Nor a nurse to care for you.

All I can do is pray in the skies,

For angels to listen and know.

May their phalanx of choir sing the mightiest song,

That shakes all away from your illness and makes you fully strong.

I will send the gentle wind,

To wrap you like a blanket of charm,

And the stars will follow around,

Just to keep you warm.

You don't need medication,

For this trial was proved.

As meteor showers at the night,

Your discomfort then removed.

You only need water,

For the fresh ocean is so deep.

You just need a little rest,

And a few dozes of sleep.

If all the heaviness becomes lighter,

And there is no more pain.

My clinical heart is always welcome,

If you feel sick again.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Painful Puzzle

I can see your hidden tears,

And I ought to collect it like drizzle.

I will store it on an enormous jar,

With a label: "Painful Puzzle"

The wrinkles are dried up river,

Embedded on your cheek.

I know they are gnostic stories,

You are afraid to speak.

I will do everything I can,

Just to stop those from flowing.

Cupped you with my gentle hand,

For you to start smiling.

You are a precious trophy,

Of the winnings that you try.

I want to look at you in the eyes and say:

"You don't deserve to cry"

Now that I saw your tears,

Is it okay to show you mine?

For you to discover,

That we are parallel lines.

Different stories. The same end.

All had no one known,

And I hope you realize that though we live lonely,

We were never been alone.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Compass

She is:

My north, my south, my east, my west.

My naked island. My buried chest.

My torrid Monday. And Sunday's best.

My whole long year. My century's test.

She points towards the future,

All straight ahead.

Through her nostalgic feature,

I know I choose the best.

She is the law.

I would avast.

She is the love.

I know would last.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

I Thought of Happiness

I thought of you as my happiness today,

And this ain't something new.

For I am already blissful every single day,

From the day I found you.

Sometimes in a solemn night,

I howl your precious name.

Making fair weathers bright,

And stops the falling rain.

The only treasure I have,

Is your picture on my wallet.

That fuels my imagination,

In writing my odes and sonnets.

My only wish upon the star,

Is that destiny won't tear us apart.

God has you as his being,

I have you in my heart.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Dach

When you feel tired,

He is there wagging her tail.

When you feel in pain,

He is there kissing you like a sweet whale.

When you feel lonely,

He is the best company.

He knows where your tickle is,

The world knows you two are a great buddy.

When you're away,

He's there to stay.

And when you come home,

He just wanted to play.

His life is peaceful under this innocent's skin,

While you are troubled by the world,

You are what he thinks.

You can tell him all the problems that you hide,

He's a good listener.

The world knows you two are the soul that divides,

As he feels so as his master.

He's Dach your best of friends,

Though in different portrait,

But you're bound without ends.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

D

Sad birds still sing,

Broken pen still write.

Lonely bees still sting,

Weeping wolf still bite.

Cross roads with demons,

Deep down the abyss of the night.

On the prison he sings,

Cursing the rays of the light.

"End it", he calls.

"No one will know"

"End it", he calls.

"Let's break the law"

And with the fight of the demons inside his skull,

Someone draws a light.

It's still her mirage,

The only star on his night.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Rush

It is always you.

Constantly.

Continually.

And Even I am living in the world of catastrophe,

You are still my one and only tree.

Though paths are still foggy,

And lands are so harsh.

But as though our future's blurry.

I don't want to rush.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Apparition

On this hallway, we pass,

As it is an angel's highway.

This is where I halted aghast,

When I saw her trudges the way.

I noticed everything plays in slow motion,

As trees sway on the corner of my eyes,

On her, I fixed my vision,

And to where here body's outline lies.

I never bother to look around,

As she's the only extraordinary in my view,

Like a needle in a haystack, I found,

And fell for her before I did knew.

I keep wondering where her wings,

As she's lovely as an angel.

I think I saw her in every little thing,

Because there's something beneath her eyes conceal.

She passes through me,

I didn't know if she sees.

Or even care to study,

An ancient apparition like me.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Jeepney Drivers

We are all jeepney drivers,

Wayfarers of the way.

Moving from roads to roads,

On our sits, we just lay.

We travel all alone,

With a reserved seat.

For someone who will hitch a ride,

A stranger we will meet.

Maybe it's still a long way to go,

So we try to talk to them.

For us not to be bored,

Trudging on highways without end.

But summer days are too cold,

And Autumn will kiss.

We will reach an intersection,

On different roads, we'll split.

This you'll know,

We have reached the end,

But just like life,

It's just bent.

So, the best thing to do,

Is to just never stop moving.

For someone will cross our path again,

This time, it's the right person will remain.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Shooting Star

On the inky ceiling that covers my view,

Adorned by the chandelier of distant stars.

There, suspends the stunning clue,

That falls a thousand miles far.

Stroking the jet-black sky with calligraphy,

Of natural fading light.

Up above the ceiling,

Of star's distant height.

It plays like a child's toy,

Of flickering vibrant sticks.

That constantly rise and fall,

You choose you want to pick.

I stare at this falling crystal,

And I choose to pick in glee.

I saw her special charming light,

That only I can see.

I haul this falling star,

Grasping through my hand.

And then I found myself in awe,

As we held hand in hand.

I want to scream,

But Everything is just a dream.

And this shooting star is the reality,

I saw it when you beam.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Flower

Thou shall hear the whimper of the flowers,

Growing above the little grassy hill.

Swaying in motion on rainless shower,

Almost surrenders but yet standing still.

Dandelions afloat freely on sky,

Red roses kindly blooms in utmost grace,

Lilies humbly flutter; Daisies heeled by,

On the wind, Sunflowers blissfully plays.

On the green meadows of the life's terrain,

There sits petals that caught my attention.

For now, weather blows unscrupulous rain,

Tomorrow, it'll held admiration.

I know a certain flower and she's rare,

Thou art only flower I offer care.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Treasure Island

We humbly sail across unknown waters,

Blissfully finding what we want to find.

These are hidden valuable treasures,

That's seen though one is blind.

She takes me together by faith,

Breathlessly bounded by hope and glory.

Towards the place I didn't know exist,

A Pandora's fantasy.

And yes we sail,

Through glorious harbors and lonely bays,

Over wondrous banks and grotesque shoals,

Through lovely coves and tyrant cays.

The path is ain't a walk in a park,

Infernal flames, maelstroms and molten rocks,

Visions were shrink through mist,

Filled with anger, darkness and rage.

Sadness, shame and loneliness,

Failures and falls and tests.

Tumbling through the weather deck,

Climbing high-crested mountains,

Falling through dark delusions,

Scars and bruises are tattoos that gains.

There,

In the middle of nowhere,

The time when we forget the time,

Is the place where we forgot to plot.

The seas forgot to wave,

And the wind did nothing but stop.

The sun shines so bright at the top of its peak,

As the constellation aligns.

Seasons forgot to fade,

As moments starts to unwind.

Then,

Everything is clear.

The shinning radiance of doubloon from afar,

The castle of jewels stands high,

The mirror of the soul with beauty of kindness heart.

The golden smile from the sky.

I found the hidden treasure,

I wish the world knew,

It's neither silver and gold,

It's you.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Pink

At the end of the day heavens grasp in awestruck,

Through the midnight sun's kiss.

She's a million pieces of stardust,

All in one place.

On her eyes, I saw the galaxy,

Beneath the glittering feather of a flamingo.

She's the blossoming tulip in a vast wilderness,

The lighthouse that points where should I go.

Strawberries bearing on her rosy cheeks,

Founded by sweet cotton candies.

Orchid ivies intertwined and sneak,

On her majesty's royalties.

I keep wondering how in the world celestial aligns,

Did I just happened to be a son of schizophrenia's illusion,

Is my vision being right?

Am I drowning in delusion?

No.

I am seeing the reality.

And her Iris is the fact over the fantasy.

What I gaze is a coat of what hidden inside,

Concealed in a humble heart and through blood, it hides.

She's a minutia that holds an enormous heart,

She connects curves on faces bringing the madness apart.

In the chaos, she's serenity,

In sadness, her smile is the key.

She defines beauty beyond space and time,

I can't stop myself staring, I can't end this rhyme.

And perhaps what makes her beautiful is not her appearance,

Nor things she'd achieved.

But in her kindness,

And compassion,

With a strong-willed to believe.

No matter what darkness around her,

Or deep abyssal pits on her way,

Light keeps shinning on her,

A guardian of light's ray.

Blue jewels through the lips,

Beaming at me in kalopsia's ink.

Hidden, is a total solar eclipse,

Under the mask in splendid pink.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Center Aisle

On the center of the aisle,

In the middle of the crowd,

A queen stole my gaze,

Over the cheers so loud.

I'm a knight in the battlegrounds of fortune,

Weathering seasons and carrying on.

Feet on the cold stage,

Hands-on verbose microphone,

I want to sing but this ain't a song.

No words can define that euphoric sensation I deal,

I am masked with a smile but it's truly how I feel.

She's the ravishing enchantress that projects wondrous dreams,

Her twinkling eyes linger like a sparkling stream.

My words wander but my thought is you,

An ancient apparition? Or an angel in blue?

Any of those, my heart pounds in oblivion,

I have lost the war but I am more than a champion.

Your smiles were the trophies and plaques,

The joy it projects is more than anything I've achieved.

I can't believe how miracles come true,

Everything is hopeless but then - I saw you.

I was terrified, petrified, stupefied,

I am frightened but then it died.

It is ashed by your burning outline,

Right there in the center of the aisle.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Jasmine

You are my Jasmine,

In this world full of sunflowers.

I'll be your Aladdin,

I'll show you the future that'll be ours.

On this magic carpet ride,

I'll tell you the secrets I hide,

As my fingers and lamp collide,

There's a genie that'll glide.

Tell me, princess,

What does your heart desire?

What is do you seek?

Is your heart on fire?

Let us fly together,

Over the seas and skies.

Hold my hand and trust me.

I don't do lies.

Take risk princess,

I'll take care of your heart.

Let's wish together.

That we'll never be apart.

You are the melody,

My rhythm and theme.

Be my Princess Jasmine,

I can be your Aladdin.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Take Risk

Trust me.,

As I trust you.

We'll fly over the sea of sand,

Overlooking the world.

As you take my hand,

With just a lamp,

A carpet,

And unproclaim king of the land.

A picnic on the cloud's eerie silence,

Overlooking your kingdom.

Kissed by the sitting sun's brightness,

If you trust me and accord.

Let us make a whole new world,

Where I am your word,

And you are my world.

Just trust me,

I'll take the rest.

Like Aladdin said at best:

Sometimes, Princess,

You just have to take some risk.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Morning butterfly

The jewels behind her smiles sparkle a million miles.

I know she's wild awake because she grinned in her eyes.

Downy feathers kissed her soft cheeks,

She closed her lids but her lips speak.

She flutters everywhere making the scenery glitter in gold,

She's a mermaid I wish I was her jolly sailor bold.

From the crystal blue skies,

To the ruby redwood mahogany.

From the deepest dark trench,

To the climbing taffy ivy.

The curves in her eyes hold the enormous galaxy,

I am a bare magnet pulled by her gravity.

The winds whispers in her noble ears,

Like a splendor old violin.

My mind was looping her silent cheers.

As euphoria is swarming within.

The precious dimples are hidden on her humble visage,

Conceals a tricky fabrication.

In metamorphism, she's on the highest stage.

Creating the world's renowned beautification.

The flap on her innocent wings under the ponderosa pine,

Is a wave half-way around the earth with the rails of this rhyme.

By the window, her image shines like a morning star,

In a morning dress on a morning scenery in a morning car.

Velvets are Azure as Violets are blue.

She possesses intimate charm more than butterflies do.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Leviosa

Thou shall be sleeping on clouds high above,

Listening to the lunar lullaby.

On my lonely welkins, thou are my dove,

On woeful ground, a splendid butterfly.

Though I haven't heard thy enchanting voice,

But I know the sound it made is a song.

I agree that our meekness is a choice,

Knowing that heaven is where thee belong.

Thy smile? A mystery of gorgeousness,

An anti-gravity that levitates.

Held me breathless in every curves it dress,

And the unique beauty it generates.

Under those red lips like a blooming rose,

Lurks a sublime grim no one can oppose.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Angel in red

The last time I know Lucifer falls from the heaven's gate,

Today, I wonder, did heavens again in rage?

The mirage of an angel wandering in the valleys of dream,

Creates magnificent radiance that changed the scene.

Hiding her feathers beneath this soft bare skin,

At the back of her shawls rests her enormous wings.

Angel of Red.

Thou hold that catastrophic force that moved the sleeping cosmos,

Creating large ripples on the vast void and the world named it, galaxy.

The perfection of artwork I can justify a great loss,

The guardian and the keeper of interstellar's anonymity.

Thou bring the universe on the mortal's land,

That no one has ever seen thee carried on hand.

She bears it but neither holding it wise.

Because this universe conceals beyond her glamorous eyes.

Angel in Red.

Thy precious smile tossed a tidal wave in the ocean,

Making the world turns another three hundred sixty degrees.

As azure jewels on smiles are the bright skies,

Where rolling clouds always fancied a cute kiss.

The eager sun on the east refuse to shine,

As thee became the beaming light.

The twinkling stars envied thy simple beauty,

As thee rule the not the lonely but a cheery night.

Oh, Angel in Red.

The parallels embedded in thy kingdom,

Is parallel on what thee hide,

Thou art comely on the physical part,

Thou have kindness on the inside.

Thy rosy cheek is the earthly paradise,

As thy hair is the halted obsidian waterfall.

Shinning and dancing through the breeze,

So pure like thy innocent soul.

Angel in Red.

Thou have forgotten thy worth is priceless,

And I am here to tell you that you're more than a treasure than a mess.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Library

She's a vast library,

Of books never told.

Compiled on the bookshelf,

That only she can hold.

One will come to through the doors,

And try to read her books.

But it is filled with a complex tale,

With undecipherable words.

In every person change her life,

She writes a long story.

Label it with:

Sad, Pain, Anger and Happy.

She is the library,

That waits for the right librarian.

Who will be able to handle her,

And treat more than human.

Some parts of her were forgotten,

This bookshelf is labeled "past".

That only the right person can read,

And accepts the wisdom that would last.

She's always in silence,

For love is not to beseech.

That only right bookworm will come,

And on her core, he'll try to reach.

She is the lone library,

That no one tries to stay.

Yet, I saw the beauty of the books she has,

And I love to read it anyway.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Aurora

At dawn, the rooster crows,

The darkness fade, the seedling grows.

Every corner is a raindrop's mess,

The sun starts to shine at the east.

As the light slowly conquers the sky,

The radiance it brings, the seabirds fly.

The humming of cute tweets of birdy,

The beauty of the sweet morning glory.

The cold mist caressed my pale skin,

Like a grasp of a paradise of Eden.

The scent of the fresh sea breeze,

The buzzing of the busy little bees.

Even though we're far like a horizon,

Or even away a thousand miles or a million.

The morning becomes more extraordinary,

Along with you - a lady of sweet innocent beauty.

She's bright as a morning star,

Close to my heart though we're far.

The sun always smiles at you,

Filled with hugs as the cold wind blew.

The scenery that I always witness,

The cute little things and its uniqueness,

Is the beauty when I look at your face,

And a lovely morning along with God's grace.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Mahogany

I'm a green tiny pigment,

A chlorophyll in your leaves.

A lonely little sparrow,

With a nest on your twigs.

A woodpecker on your trunk,

Knocking on your door.

A squirrel with a nut,

On your roots I did fall.

A worm on the ground,

Looking for your soul.

An odd looking bark,

Kissing on your wall.

A cold calm breeze,

Always there when you call.

I am everything around you,

Maybe I'm just good at pretending.

Maybe you can't see me,

But you're the one I keep thinking.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Evil me

Under the midnight shadow.

Abandoned. Doomed. Gloom.

In this lonely castle,

Seems like sadness filled each room.

I'm afraid. So you are.

I'm a villain. You're a star.

I got this curse.

Yet, here you are.

With the evil,

With the queen,

With the witch,

Beast,

Abominable freak.

I must be hypnotized,

I'd rather curse myself.

You're my dream,

And I want to sleep.

Forever.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Mr. Pooh

In the deep gloomy atmosphere,

Of the hundred-acre wood,

I follow a path that leads nowhere,

From the place where I stood.

I used to call myself a venturer,

Doesn't know where I'm going.

It is to enjoy the sanity of being lost,

or endure the sorrow it may bring.

I pass the river of mediocrity,

That once I bathe in glee.

Now, I'm walking past this giant Heffalump,

Which other name is love.

Frightened.

Everywhere I look - I see it,

Even in my dream.

I pray for Christopher Robin to help me,

But He's busy with a lot of things.

I'm afraid it would eat me,

Along this hideous path.

I'm afraid I wouldn't reach nowhere,

As I impeded by the trials of love.

In this woods, I found a precious friend,

Truest, best and dearest of them all.

I found this harmless Woozle on the way,

A queen I used to call.

I offer you the castle,

All the hundred-acre wood's part.

A kingdom without a ruler,

Would you fill this hollow heart?

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

The curse of Davy Jones

I was once a young boy,

Who was intrigued by the mysteries of the sea.

I decided to set sail,

And see what can an ocean do for me.

I pour the sweat of compassion,

Confounded by fear and anxiety.

Mixed up in a compound of hard work,

Baking in an oven of uncertainty.

I don't know what enigma is waiting for me,

Beyond the horizon where I set my course.

And then in the temple of education - I realize,

That this profession was enchanted by Davy Jones' curse.

Cannot step on land once in every ten years,

A contract that can make one sneer in tears.

Days on the azure devastating swells were longer,

Than on land beside someone's heart-warming laughter.

Unfortunately, Davy Jones was in loved by a goddess named Calypso,

A love that sailors unluckily endured.

A love that I also feel for you,

A love which emotionally present yet physically obscured.

It's a sad reality that the reality is sad,

I have you but I can't always hold your hand.

I'll come and go, like a cloud on distant land,

Still my heart stays with you though bridge is unmanned.

I am bonded by the waves of the uncharted waters,

It calls me away from you,

Brought me on the other side of the world,

But celestials always points at you.

Clock will tock and songs remains the same,

Papers will fade and numbers resets again.

Who knows, one day,

I might be the one who will knock on your doors,

And be by your side fighting this unforgivable curse.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Photograph

Here I am, Sitting in gloomy corner.

Let time flies and my vision you conquer.

Your eyes melted me and nailed on my mind.

I witnessed you're happy, assured you're fine.

You rested on my pocket in a shape.

Sealed on my wallet won't let you escape.

In a frozen time that beauty conquers.

A view that I really wouldn't refuse.

You irrigate my deserted dreams - plow.

Watered my dead gardens of great sorrow.

Making this little sprout grows blissfully.

Mixed emotion - dramatic irony.

You can stay whenever you wanted to.

But this asylum was not made for you.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Every Letter of your Name

The letters of your name,

Are the symbols I can't explain.

As if my heart was in joy,

I was Achilles you're Helen of troy.

Every single letter that it consists,

Are the temptations I can't resist.

Even if I haven't known your name in full,

Maybe it's crafted to the word beautiful.

Your name is the constellation in my head,

That can't be removed nor can't be forget.

Every pattern reveals a person,

The one worth the world's admiration.

The letters are the lullaby in the night,

Which helps me sleep tight.

Who lends me an everlasting happiness,

A girl whom I gave my faithfulness.

I may be on the other land,

Your fingers only fit my hand.

The postcards and messages explain,

That you're splendid in every letters of your name.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Centrum

You touched my heart.

You remove my hurt.

You valued what I did.

You made my life complete.

You're the only I want to talk to.

You're the only one I want to argue.

You made me a person that I can be.

You've made my heart jump in glee.

You made me glad for no reason.

You made me prisoner if love is prison.

You lift me up when I am down.

You're a queen with a precious crown.

You're the one I wait every day.

You're the only one I wanted to stay.

You're the one who cure my sadness.

You're the one who made sorrow a happiness.

You are an angel to me.

You're the one I wanted to be.

You made small things big.

You made my life complete.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Book

You are the ink.

The reason why I right.

The thoughts on my mind.

My stand why I fight.

You are the book.

Filled with endless words.

I wanted to say.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Tine

I saw tears behind your smile,

I feel sorrow that you hide.

I knew you feel down, anxious and worry.

Trying to outrun the problem you carry.

I don't know the storms you are facing today,

Nor struggles along your way.

All I can do is to wish upon the star,

To wipe those problems and painful scar.

Think you can't overcome them?

No you're wrong.

Don't forget about him,

He knows you're strong.

He'll aid you,

Right there at your side.

Believe in him,

And things will be alright.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Den of Thieves

A land far away,

Island of the east.

A place where she stays,

A den of thieves.

Ashe's a good pretender,

Way back then,

She fooled me on her,

On trap I'm fallen.

I thought all are good,

Like a coffee brewed.

From where I stood,

Yet, It's actually rude.

She's a thief in disguise,

I never knew.

She stole my heart,

I love this foe.

Brought in a place,

Where a castle stands.

A field of grace.

A bizarre glance.

Mapped in the east,

Where sun rises.

Fortified by beasts,

And mythic forces.

I was a victim,

By the Queen of thieves.

Brought it to the den,

Where my heart truly lives.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Lucid Dream

A goal worth shooting,

A joyful scream.

A lovely theme,

My lucid dream.

She's a wonderful scene,

A shoulder to lean.

She's everything,

My lucid dream.

Everywhere she's been,

She's the mean.

A decisive lane.

My lucid dream.

A sweet candy cane,

A delightful cream.

An extreme feeling,

My lucid dream.

Letters of her name,

Is happiness can't explain.

Luminous in dim,

My lucid dream.

Hard to elapse,

A quick synapse.

My favorite realm,

My lucid dream.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Rose in a Crystal

A miner dug enormous pit,

Hoping to spot some precious.

Days of digging was over,

When he found this gorgeous.

A lovely stone with delicate pattern,

A delight prism that bends light.

Leaving a stunning color,

That glued the miner's sight.

It's attractive natural design,

Devours everything hideous.

I astound as I lift the diamond,

I found something beauteous.

It's scarlet petal on its full bloom,

Froze in the middle.

Conjoined by its thorny stem,

She calmly settles.

The ravishing rose,

Sitting pretty in the core.

A wonderful treasure,

I haven't seen before.

Yes, she's a woman,

I have met recently.

In a good-looking visage,

As beautiful as her personality.

This lady is no other than you,

A point of focal.

A precious treasure I once found,

A rose in a crystal.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

For You

An anchor drops,

From where I stood,

A heavy load,

I was glued.

A moment in time,

A melodic chime,

Tossing a dime,

Whether or not you'll be mine.

Your flashing eyes,

Illuminated my heart.

Devours darkness,

That cleaved it apart.

A soft angelic voice,

Like a mermaid's song.

Regurgitate my ears,

Telling me where I belong.

As I fired words,

Hope you'll know what it meant,

I'm your sandwich,

You're a magic melt.

Days I haven't communicated thee,

Was like decades for me.

Since we spoke moments ago,

These words I wrote is for you.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

The Moon

The whisper of the cricket contained the night,

The dark, pale environment, she made them bright.

Along with light with an enormous glow,

A pure innocent beauty – happiness show.

For the millions of years being seen,

A long-time it has been.

There, she shines up again.

Call me crazy but I feel something.

The beauty of its round shape reminds me,

Of a pulchritudinous iron-lady,

Which light is a twinkle in her eyes,

That never busted, fade and dies.

She lights up the cold solemn night,

And in absolute darkness like her hair,

Urged me to grasp and fight,

And show her that I care.

Just like a moaning wolf beneath a tremendous tree,

Who keeps looking gloomily up in thee,

Wishing one day we'll be the perfect compatibility,

Howling your name in the wind – solely.

Restlessly.

She's one of a kind,

Rare things – impossible to find.

Blowing this moment causes regret,

She's indeed impossible to forget.

Her smile is a paradise – a moon on its eclipse,

Shinning likes glittering falling flakes.

Embraced. Praised. Attracts me than a bull,

You're the moon and I love it either crescent or full.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Ode to the Macrocosm

You are the silhouette of the moonlight,

The prepossessing glare of galaxy.

Stars bow down illuminating a path,

To crystalline features of the cosmic entity.

Constellations sparkle in your eyes,

Concealing the celestial cosmos.

Quasars glow in surprise,

Under the arrow of Sagittarius.

Supernova has nothing to do with your stare,

Carina and Orion radiate in dismay.

The ocean of interstellar emptiness fashioned your hair,

Adorned by the twinkling magnificent Milky way.

You defined cosmology and shape the astronomy,

You were the big bang as well as the gravity.

The world studies you as you pass by,

You held a meaning even nebula can't define.

You shine brighter than the white dwarfs,

The atoms you made are intergalactic scars.

Black holes infested you.

Reshaped and changed you.

But your character patterns situates as asingularity do.

The Pleiades whispers me,

Told me you're a queen.

Andromeda kneels.

Cassiopeia refrain.

Like the universe, your charm is expanding,

You are beyond a magnetar,

You are everything.

But then.

You allow them to ruin you.

And reshape the beauty you possess.

You are more than a star but you let them treat you like a mess?

You deserve an astrologist who just does nothing but stares,

In a way, you were praised, loved and cared.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Geometry

Were a perfect geometry,

comprises of shapes.

in a delicate pattern,

in love we drowned –we suffocate.

We are founded by polygons,

in areas in our hearts.

we're in a perimeter,

within reach of our hands.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Ode to a White Lady

Oh, Lady in White.

You carry the night in your head,

Dancing by the fine breeze.

Stars follow where you lead,

Your presence makes us freeze.

Embroid in your eyes the future no man can hold,

A one-of-a-kind jewel on the sand.

In your smile hides a pearl I behold,

With touches of laughter in wonderland.

Those cheeks are clouds of symmetry,

Your voice is a lovely ballad,

You are the perfection of poetry.

A treasure ruined by others I wish I had.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Wand

The power and magic conceals,

Beneath her soft bare hand.

Enchanting everything it deals,

With her wooden phoenix wand.

Her gaze where the light,

A curse that stuns me.

Like a feather pen, she writes,

Creating a new story.

She is a fairytale,

Of those who refuse to believe,

But she is the reality,

Of those who are deceived.

She hides under the cloak of pulchritude,

Wearing the pointed hat of solitude.

Alone on the forest as she isolates the world,

"A witch of love", That, for me, the right word.

I adore the way she waves her hand,

As it glitters like drifting sand.

And then the bewitching encounter fades in view,

As I realize I am

thinking of you.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Jigsaw

Our life is an enormous jigsaw,

That is made bits by bits.

A puzzle we tend to solve,

By searching who truly fits.

Others come to our lives,

In hope that they will qualify,

By luck and fortune,

And fate that would fully justify.

Sometimes some fits flawlessly,

But they are not those meant.

For someone also fits the other,

Their puzzles are now complete.

You tend to carve yourself,

To be suitable to the other.

For you to fit perfectly,

But no longer the same as before.

Instead of trying to be part of someone's life,

Why not try to look within?

For we are all jigsaw pieces,

A puzzle waiting to unveil.

Instead of becoming a part,

Why not built ourselves?

For someone will cross our path,

A person who'll truly be meant.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Ordinary Poem

This is just another ordinary poem,

For the special girl like you.

I write this never knowing,

I keep thinking of you.

Just looking at your frame,

On the four-sided square.

There, your portrait lives,

This prize I won't share.

My world transform,

Like never been before.

I play the game of love,

Never minding the score.

If you're ruby, I am jade,

Our colors complement.

This poem is for you,

And for the love,

I hope will meet.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Feelings

Feelings never changed,

Feelings never erode.

Feelings cultivate.

Feelings travel road.

Feelings feel the same,

Feelings are what we feel.

Feelings are sometimes fake,

Feelings are sometimes real.

Feelings are somewhat true,

Feelings are somewhat false.

Feelings are the beatings,

Feelings are the pulse.

Feelings will just fade,

Feelings also last.

Feelings are driven by the present,

Feelings chained by the past.

Feelings are sometimes cheery,

Feelings are sometimes blue.

Feelings are what I truly feel,

Feelings are for you.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Magic

I can prove that magic is real,

And what I say is true.

Someone will come and change our lives,

For a better something new.

The brightest quasars in the sky,

Are now linger as her eyes.

Those fascinating constellation,

Are perfect as her thighs.

Her veering dangling sable hair,

Are the enigmatic galaxy that swirl.

The gems beneath her smiles,

Are as premium as a pearl.

As we passed the time and walk away,

Her angelic essence around me - stay.

I thought I was lured on illusion,

That I lose my sight.

But these are not mere delusions,

I am staring in her eyes.

We came from a different beginning,

And our goal's to reach the end.

Between is where we create meaning,

For us to live in love's magical domain.

And though we are far away,

I know something is true.

That magic is indeed real,

And that magic is you.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Nothing Changed

Nothing's change,

You will always be my queen.

For my life to you was given,

And I feel that's not seen.

You conquer on my vision,

Everywhere I go.

I saw you at the setting sun,

And also on mountain's view.

You talk at the canteen,

You walk by the streets,

You wear summer caps,

You ride on old jeeps.

I saw you on little children,

I saw you in swimming fish.

Are you those running dogs?

Or are you those flying geese?

I can help my mind,

From thinking nothing but you,

Is it because I have a mental problem?

Or Is it because I feel something for you?

And even when life will change,

You'll still be my queen.

You didn't leave my heart,

Because you're there - always have been.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Empty Hole

We left hollow spaces,

On our heart's secret chamber.

But they say this is wrong,

Because weakness is all matter.

Someone will fill the hole,

And lurks there for a while.

Yet, no one will last,

Because they'll disappear with your smile.

We bargain our luck,

With someone temporary.

Never minding the damage,

That will be left when someone flees.

So, we tend to left these spaces,

Avoid it being full.

In hoping that the right one will come,

And fill this empty hole.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Dust in the Wind

Like dust in the wind,

Flying freely on the sky.

Wondering where our life would take us,

Or when will we ever try.

Will it blow from me to you?

So you will wipe me out?

That, I'm still happy,

Since I almost kissed your mouth.

Only one thing it ever speaks,

That tells that life is just dust,

Some will come; some will stay,

It's up to you who do you trust.

Like dust in the wind,

I hope the wind blows to you,

So I can whisper these words,

That, "I am happy seeing you."

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Amor

We tend to find ourselves,

Lost in the middle of the wildfires.

In the beating chambers,

Of someone to quench our desires.

And there on the way of emotions,

We walk towards the path of the unknown,

As we take a risk for something,

Someone we don't own.

We hope and pray they care,

The self we give to them.

Wishing this feeling grow,

A tree with a sturdy stem.

But as we are pleasing time,

Destiny is like rain.

In trials of love we dare,

But also with the pain.

Razors are not that sharp,

But it cuts so so deep.

Making us haunted,

Seeding as we sleep.

But the forest where we've lost,

Provide us what we need,

The right one will come to our life,

And will heal this endless bleed.

As we continue our chase,

Deeper down the forest.

We stand on the ground better,

Ready to retake the test.

But now with the right one,

Someone who would stay.

To guide us to reach the edge of the forest,

A guide to our way.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

Looking for Christine

Amidst the silence and noise of the cold night,

Under the blanket of the stars glowing bright.

I am looking for someone,

The world never knows,

For treasure is hard to find,

As the cold blizzard blows.

I once witness her,

And I was captivated by the way she moves.

She sings a different song,

She creates a different groove.

While the world is playing the same game,

She plays different tourney,

She is the whole forest,

While everybody's just a tree.

Everyone is a raindrop,

She's the entire ocean.

While everyone is a planet,

She is in the sun.

So, I search.

In hope to saw her glance.

But in every corner of the earth,

I haven't spotted her stance.

And I surrender,

Seems my hope is gone and lurched.

But life is full of surprises,

I found her in the place I haven't searched.

I saw this modest lady I once ought to find,

She's there, devouring every single cell on my mind.

I was looking for her on the place I thought she's been.

Pudge is looking for Alaska,

I found Christine.

-Jean O'Leonhart-

*****

100TH

Dear C,

This hundredth poem I humbly tribute,

This hundred words for the girl I admire.

An angel from the garden in heaven,

The proud bearer of the lips in sapphire.

A waving hair like a dark fossil coal,

A soft skin like a snow-white refined sand.

Magnificent light of moon in full,

A charming feeling I always demand.

She is the phoenix among all the birds,

She is the hurricane among the rain.

She is the rarest snowflakes on the snow,

She is the happiness after the pain.

This one hundred words are for you, Christine.

Sin cera.

-Jean O'Leonhart-