To my pearl who yearns belonging.

Adoring is she as she seeks a recognition of favor and love,
She gives a faint smile and release delight in my eyes.
Worth the strains to obtain, worth the pains to withstand,
my pearl was a treasure obtained from the deepest depths of the ocean.

Slight pink its side, a radiant white that illuminates her curves,
my pearl is indeed the perfect jewel that existed.
She cries out slowly for yearning, for my touch,
and longs to be snugged safely back in my arms.

My pearl would love my company and accept my true nature,
she would reward my devotion with devotion.
Joy in my heart that she would smile in favor of my true nature,
for i accepted hers.

This pearl had gone through a molding process of turbulent times,
everybody dies to lay a hand on it.
But it became mine by divine manner,
I protect it with the deepest of hearts.

through the hands of many others, my pearl was contaminated,
And in my hands, i devoted my time to polish her with mine.

Soon she shall be the only thing in my life,
if only she would understand the true cause that God bestows.
This pearl remains unpolished,
and has went back into her very own protective case.

She slipped away one day in my carelessness,
My priorities adjusted against her care.
But all i wanted to be,
for keeping that pearl, i am willing to prepare.

To the pearl of the deepest ocean, who's voice entrance the sailors like a siren.

The Workplace, the office. What ever you call it, its still the same place. Its a breeding grounds of egos, where man stand nobly firm on their selfish notions they call principles. There is no peace, no security, no tolerance , for error or for nonsense. They mature their childish behaviors by using stronger and harsher words like " manipulating"

Your colleagues hide their true identities and abilities, in fear of being challenged to go beyond the limitations of their comfort zone. They push the blame to another to save their hides, and try their best to outshine each other. Its a urban jungle where only the fittest and wittiest survives.

Grief covers faces of those who desires a mutuality between comrades of the same cause, to earn a living to continue running their miserable lives, they see no light in the things they do. They seek contentment in sustaining a daily chore that accumulates while they decay away.

And the boss, yes your typical average , oversized and pampered, obnoxious boss. He sits in his chair, thinking of ways to expand his already overstretched business, he rule with a iron hand, his words hold life to your career. Fear creeps and scourge the area he patrols and his associates "lick his boots". This butt kissers know that they are at this man's mercy, and just continue to miserably feel his ego.

also this colleague, whom i grew fond of, made me felt like i have been cheated some way, i thought wrongly of this colleague, freshness were the conversations that occurred. cheated. humiliated. whatever you call it.

the harsh reality of the working world. Ivan welcome to the real world.