Dedication
boketto
boketto
she was adamantine
in her determined
efforts in achieving a goal
It zapped the pesky fly
abuzz all day, all night
for this little guy
Whoever did it was that
girl who sees through
each and everday's end goal
It amazes me, —to see
the deeper end of
unconditioned scenes
which signify
the world we live in—
untitled
untitled
it is our gentle
strides along the shore
after all
nothing like
escaping our
personal persecutions
like fences
are so tall
we held each other's hands
like broken vessels
as if crushed, fine sand
at least in these trials and tribulations,
moments
help us understand
that we are still roaming around
this earth like spirits
surely reincarnating
this view is telling me
how rocks are cute pebbles
which can be awe-inspiring
bidding farewell
seems another
wonderful story
to tell
songs that play forever
but
life that's duller can be
fuller, brighter
—like a creative healing miracle
beach bunny
beach bunny
it's rare to find a
cute bunny on a beach
with a tropical rainforest
climate
often the
price for the
oceanside homes
skyrocket
but why?
I'd like to contemplate
but escape
is just a word that
resemble a getaway
yet the
dreaded city streets
in my town
seemed a trap
are we all
getting stuck
just like that?
—That's what's up
where else
would I want
to go, if you may ask
It's not that my
already dimmed skin
wanted to bask
in the amber sky
but this can also sound
like doing a task
And if you OR I shall
cry one day when we
figured it is a cask
a picturesque view
it is not anymore
something that we can
still mask
the thing i have for her
the thing i have for her
what is it really
that drives
this business
of the heart
to feel the pulse,
the energy,
the vibes,
the market's
upward trends?
Is it high art?
the clashing views
and tastes
in society's
quandary
i am but an
undergraduate
of this self-study
which I hope
one day: that I could
face the sunset
or what they call
half-light
Is she the starlight?
I dream only: her
soul whispering
to my delight