Treating Women…

Treating Women…
A Real Man’s Paradigm – A Women’s Day Special
By: Julian Javier
Date: February 27, 2011 @ 2:18PM GTM +8

A woman is the color in your world,
that you have to always remember.
So, you should look out for her,
treat her with respect,
stand beside her,
defend her,
and protect her.
Like how a loving father is to a daughter.
Like how a loving son is to a mother.
As her man you are a guide and also the weight on that colorful world of her’s.
As a man you are responsible for her.

 

Be understanding and extend your patience in every way you can…
For a woman at times has thoughts confusing for any man…
Always remember, with directions in a haze,
a woman’s mind is like a maze…
With all the walls changing always…
Any man may find it hard to understand…
But a real man will find out ways to understand.
With this in mind, always be there for her…
Always there to support and guide her…

 

Always make her laugh and make her smile…
And you’ll see her shine when you see her wonderful smile.
Like Cleopatra cruising in the river Nile..
She shall shine beautiful and perfect every mile, in every style.
There’s no better sight than seeing a woman happy wearing her perfect smile.

 

Be sweet when you’re together.
Always show your care and love for her.
Make her feel that she is the only one you see…
that you’re the only one for her…
that you both are meant to be.
And make her feel that she has all your loyalty.

 

Be gentle when you caress her…
Never be harsh when you touch her…
Handle with care! That’s the policy you should follow when your with her…
Treat them like a dove when you hold them…
With your hand as gentle as a feather when you caress them…

 

Be passionate when you love her…
Never be dull when you’re romancing her…
Let her feel your warmth and you’ll feel her tender surrender.
Make her feel your love with your every kiss…
Make her feel your care when you caress her while in the moment of bliss…
Be the man, the dream, her one true Adonis.

 

Make her grasp the fact that you always wanna be with her…
To always make her smile and hear her laughter…
Make her grasp the fact that you wanna grow old with her…
To always be there in sickness or in health, for richer or for poorer…
Make her grasp the fact that your love is eternal for her…
To have her understand that you’ll always keep the fire of your love for her…

 

Treat women with utmost love and respect…
Never be like rabid beasts and never treat them with disrespect…
Men should understand that women are not only tools for pleasure and sex…
That we are no longer cave men who hunts tyrannosaurus-rex…

 

Anyway we put it…
We all came from a woman…
We got our game from a woman…
So, why should anyone hate our women…?
Why should anyone take advantage of our women…?
Why should anyone hurt our women…?
We as men with honor should love and respect our women…
The way they deserve to be.

 

Painting: Woman with a Parasol
By: Claude Monet
Year: 1875

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The Dark

The Dark
The Shadow of the Twilight
By: Julian Javier
Date: February 24, 2011 @ 9:01PM GMT +8

From the shadows, I come to stalk the night.
I am a phantom who strikes in the shadows of the twilight.
I am a phantom basking in the dim of the night.
Watching over you in plain sight.

I am the dark.
The shadows ride around me.
Fear is an illusion for me.
I am the warrior whom from the darkness saves thee.

It is I whom you hear whispering from the void.
I am inescapable yet you always try to avoid.
You shriek and tremble for you think I am an entity of all emotions devoid.
Know ye not that it is I who protects you from the vile creatures that lurk in the void.

I am the dark.
The light is unable to consume me.
From the shadows, I shall serve thee.
I am the phantom who watches over thee.

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Thoughts…

Thoughts…
A Poem of Wishful Thoughts
By: Julian Javier
Date: February 23, 2011 @ 1:13AM GMT +8

As I write in this parchment with quill and ink…
My mind starts to boggle and think…
To think which word in each line to jot down with this ink…
For my words to make your eyes struggle to blink…

I think of what to write in the next line in this verse…
I try to make a significant dent in your unending universe…

I think of ways to make possible what’s impossible…
The thought to be with you made attainable…

Your eyes – For me your look makes my day when I’m dire…
Your smile – For me your smile will suffice for all my heart’s desires…
Your lips – For me your kiss will spark my heart’s dying fire…
Your skin – For me your skin is smoother than the most expensive silk in the Nile…

I wish to be mesmerized with your deep look everyday…
I wish to be melted with your perfect smile everyday…
I wish to be engulfed with your luscious kisses all day…
I wish to be addicted with your warmth and feel all day…

I wish I have more tact and guile…
for I wish to be the one who makes you smile…
I wish I have more charm in my writing style…
So, that every time you see my works I can make you smile…

For I wish one day to wait for you in the end of that Holy Aisle…
To be joined with you forever in eternity to be inseparable in this life filled with trial…

Thoughts of thinking thoughts of thoughtful thinking…
Wishes of wishing wishes of wishful wishing…
Dreams of dreaming dreams of dreamful dreaming…
– Julian Javier, Thoughts

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The Sniper

The Sniper
A Marksman’s Poetic Paradigm
By: Julian Javier
Date: February 22, 2011 @ 9:43PM GMT +8
 

I am the Sniper and you are my mark.
I am hidden in a tower window while you are exposed in the park.

 

Holding my rifle, looking inside the scope…
To have you in my sights, that is all that I hope.

 

Days, weeks, and months, I’ll stay and wait…
Till you appear whether it be early or late.

 

With my finger on the trigger…
… and the .50 caliber bolted onto the chamber…
I’ll be ready to fire whether it be…
… this second, the next minute, the next hour…
… even if it’s later today, or soon after.

 

Till it’s the exact moment, I won’t move nor pull the trigger…
I’ll stay concealed here until you’re heart’s in my cross-hair.
Waiting in the shadows is my game from the beginning till ever after…
I tell you, I am an excellent Marksman with a Rifle…
… and I am an excellent Sniper.

 

Barret M82 - .50 Caliber bolt action, recoil-operated, semi-automatic anti-materiel rifle.

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The Protector

The Protector
Your Loyal Knight
A Guardian’s Job Description
By: Julian Javier
Date: February 21, 2011 @ 12:58AM

I am your Protector.
Your loyal guard and your savior.
Your sword, shield, and armor.
Your gear against the oppressor.

I take you under my wing and always protect you.
I stay beside you and always assist you.
I am the hood of defiance that which covers your head from the rain of oppression your oppressors bring you.

I will act as your eyes,
so you may see what truly lies.

I will act as your ears,
so you may hear their true words and shed away your doubts and fears.

I will act as your tongue,
so that you may speak words that can mute your oppressor’s bickering tongue.

I am your sword, shield, and armor.
I’ll bless you with protection as your protector as long as you wield me with ardour.

I shall protect you inside the walls that we’ll build around your border.
So, you can rest easy inside the city without having a single bother.

I am a weapon made to strike with your fury and might.
So long as you wield me and your always with me, i will lend to you my power and with your enemies bring blight.
I am your Protector.
As long as you and I are together,
I’ll protect you with my zeal and fervor.

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The man that I’ve become

The man that I’ve become
About Julian Javier
By: Julian Javier
Date: February 17, 2011 @ 9:02PM GMT +8

Dear Future Mrs. Julian Javier,

My Soul mate, My dearest, this poem is for you…

I bark at this beautiful tree,
barking intensely like a hound,
hoping this tree would bark back
and make a real loud sound.

Like making an apple fall from its high branch that is bound,
I try to make someone from heaven to fall to my ground.

Looking for someone more than a pretty face,
someone even more profound…
More profound than anyone
whom I’ve ever come around.

Am I waiting for someone whom can never be found?

Look at me and see,
What type of man I have grown to be.

They say, I have gained wits, knowledge, and wisdom more than anyone can ever be.
A strong man have I become and Am supposed to be.

Or so they say…

A Witty Man am I? Thinkest thou?
Not so witty, still I can’t reach you, baby.

A Man of Knowledge am I? Thinkest thou?
Not so knowledgeable, still I can’t impress you, baby.

A Wise Man am I? Thinkest thou?
Not so wise, still I can’t compel you to fall for me, baby.

So strong a man have I become?
Are you kidding? I can never be as complete a man
than I can become without you, baby.

I’d rather be the dumbest idiot in the world
than not having you beside me, my lady.
So, I won’t be able to think about how to get you
and how to always be with you, sweet lady.

At least, if I were a dumb idiot,
I will be able to find the understanding why I can’t touch your heart
because I know in myself that I am the dumbest idiot ever a man could become
with one mind that is so foolish for anyone to overcome.

For you, I’ll let go of anything…
‘Cause, I’d rather amount to nothing…
Than be considered someone without the most important above all things…
That is to be with the one I love, which is you,
feeling your tender loving and caring…

This is the man that I’ve become.
Praying for you and as wishful as a child.

This is the man that I’ve become.
Longing for you and empty like a hum drum.

This is the man that I’ve become.
Addicted to love more than anyone.

This is the man that I’ve become.
Addicted to you more than anyone.

This is the man that I’ve become.
Waiting, Searching, and Sniping for you wherever you might come from.

This is the man that I’ve become.
Waiting for you who is yet in my arms to come.

With my deepest Love in mind,
Mr. Julian Javier, Lover of Smiles

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Distinct and Vivid

Distinct and Vivid
About Julian Javier
By: Julian Javier
Date: February 16, 2011 @ 11:18PM GMT +8

I am Distinct.
Can you see me?
I am not Vague.
Can you see me?
I am Vivid.
Can you see me?

I don’t think so.
prove me wrong and convince me to whoa.

Are you wise enough to see the real me?
Bold enough to reach me?
Transparent enough and tell me what you feel about me?

or

Are you that of a fool to judge me?
Cowardly that you stay away from me?
Deceitful enough to lie about what you have to say about me?

Will you tell me what I lack?
or
Will you stab me behind my back?

Will you sleep with me and rest at night and wake with me like a lover?
or
Will you try to suffocate me with your pillow in my slumber?

Will you close your eyes when I close mine?
or
Will you pretend and betray this heart of mine?

Will you stay with me and let me have your respect and loyalty?
or
Will you run away from me for all eternity?

Tell me with utmost honesty.
Tell me with utmost sincerity.
Even if its just for this one time.
Let your heart’s feelings channel into mine.

Because,

I want to show you
who the man is behind the legend.
what spirit this soul has underneath this seemingly empty husk.

I want to show you with shock and with awe.
The man with warmth enough to make a glacier thaw.

Distinct and Vivid.
Bold and not Timid.

Transparent and not Deceitful.
Like a pallet for a painting that is very colorful.

and

I do not want to fill your heart with dread.
In telling you the story of a man who has deeply bled.
A man whose life was pretty much dead.
A man who needs love more than bread.
A man who believes in poetic justice.
With spirit stronger that knows no malice.
A man of transparency who hates injustice.
One who knows how to fulfill a promise.

Can you comprehend my reasoning?
Can you tell how strong and deep the emotions I am conveying?
Can you feel my presence and my aura that is beckoning?

I am Distinct, I am Vivid, If you can’t see me…
That’s not my fault for I am not deceitful nor am I timid.
I show myself and speak my mind, never caring what anyone has in mind.
I am me, what you see is everything in me.

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