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Laying next to you

I just want to stare into you

Into your beautiful soul



Staying close to you

I just want to stay inside you

Yeah, until we become one



-I know what you want

You're all that I want

I've got all I want in you

You know what I want

I'm all that you want

You've got all you want, it's true-(chorus)


Coming up for air

I just want to breathe into you

And then I'll go back for more



Reaching out for you

I just want to grab onto you

And I'm never letting go

So tender


I know what you want

You're all that I want

I've got all I want in you

You know what I want

I'm all that you want

You've got all you want, it's true


Rolling in the sheets, I'm lost inside of you

When I start to dream, I just envision you


I know what you want

You know what I want...

I know what you want

You're all that I want

I've got all I want in you

You know what I want

I'm all that you want 

You've got all you want, it's true





Author's Notes/Comments: 

A newer one. This one is for my wife.  Finished 1-6-23. 

Comments welcome.

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A hand full of air

Something stirring 

A cautious hover 

Over a breaking smile 

gratitude spills 

tumbling over the reverently held ether 

life lives here, moistened with 

Blood, sweat, Tears and rain 

Every fall a rise 

Like the breath of providence 

A dip left 

A twist right 

the rhythm of life inspires dance,

Poetry, art, music and song  

Like air slipping over chords

Sacred Verbage 


Your hands are never empty 

There is no void, 

There is only the appearance of nothing 

Which by the mere thought is even something 

So grab on tight!

Even when it seems there is no thing

it really is something, isn't it? 

Oh what we see, be and do when nothing is impossible! 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yes, yes you can! 

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we all have fallen (in the Midnight Sky)

Body of Water Across Bridge during Nighttime

Fallen In (Into, etc.):

English language definition(s):

we all have fallen—

(in the Midnight Sky)





we all have fallen
(midnight sky)

the beauty
of roses & orchids
without butterfly

dainty backdrops
confirming variety

eggshells and seashells
broken, sand's grainy

we all have come
together for it, rational beings

we rightfully fit,
perpetually belonging in

knowing the beach trees
this much,

we know how
hardy we can get
without mulch





as the great wonders
of the sea,









we never really have










Photo of Sky During Sunset

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited 4.)  01.07.2023 [03:02-03:16] (Reedited my grammar for this Notes/Comments Box/Section for clarification.)  3.)  01.02.2023 [21:32];  2.)  01.02.2023 [09:54];  1.)  01.02.2023 [00:58]



1.)  This time's reedition consists of one misworded adjective from the first line in the following verse:


"dainty backdrops
confirming variety"

(I previously supposed that I had used the correct word form for my concept that I hoped that could fit the right mental abstract while in that spur of the moment or in the middle of composing each lines.  But, I think, I got distracted or, for another reason, got plainly misused a proper word for what I was meaning to imply, which must be something else other than "dainty"..  Later, that was changed to the adjective "zany"...but I forgot the exact word in English really..and have muddled through. Upon that realization, at the time of keying this in 01/02/2023, I reverted to its original wording.)  


2.)  Momentarily, the poem's spacing (& other visual elements) were decidedly reedited (thinking how those, i.e. "visual", elements can cross artistic boundaries and or how its intersubjective features or how it relates to other multiperspective notions in meaning-making & sense-making..(such as in the case of concrete poetry vs. visual poetry) and as also pertaining to intertextuality—most of all, impact its totality (quality, et al).  Thank you for reading on.


3.)  Third reedition consisted some spacing readjustments (of the verses).. and, earlier or in the prior change, the addition of pictures derived from the public domain.


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the songbird in its realm

the songbird in its








is she the golden
foliage of tree delight—
shining sun—rays
bravura so right—



to this agonizing world
the only heroine



huddled together,
on a heap

hoping that she
never leaves

(someone to keep)

especially that time when
their true hearts..{meet}
evoking winter



these fleeting moments
signify the
warm weather



crashing blue waves
here—to ponder
the beach is soggy—
English channel, there



although we are small
like speckled ornaments
we must not surrender



we often view clouds
like song meanings—
hardly we could ever remember








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited, 2.)  01.02.2023 [10:02]; 1. ) 01.02.2023:




I reedited the following verses. From this:


"huddled together
on a heap"


"huddled together,
on a heap"

from this:

"Is she the golden
foliage of.." (forgotten original



"is she the golden
foliage of tree delight—
shining sun—rays
bravura so right—"

from this:

"crashing blue waves
here to ponder
the beach is soggy
English channel there"


"crashing blue waves
here—to ponder
the beach is soggy—
English channel, there"

from this:

"hoping that she
never leaves

someone to keep"


"hoping that she
never leaves

(someone to keep)"


from this:

"especially that time when
their true hearts
evoking winter"




"especially that time when
their true hearts..{meet}
evoking winter"

from this:

"we often view clouds
like song meanings
hardly we could ever remember"




"we often view clouds
like song meanings—
hardly we could ever remember"








I added the following hashtags to the already entered ones:

bird song, birdsong, bird vocalization, bird songs, bird calls, birding, oscen, Oscines, Passeri, Passeriformes, song-sharing hypothesis, thing theory, Ecology, stratagem, strategy, strategic,


to my dear friend, Idy

i know, i know

you’ll see me soon

and you’d better greet me with a lovely tune

for your absence has left quite the hole

so it’s only fair that you pay us back in full

i want a joke for every tear i shed,

a brilliant smile as solace for words unsaid

or even one last look at you could suffice instead

i may be asking a lot but it’s only because

you’ve officially become my friend who once was


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if only you reflect

to be sustained,
sunflowers must grow in the direction facing the sun.
how lucky am i that,
to be sustained,
i may grow in any direction to face my Lord?

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taglamig (in Tagalog language)









(former reedited title:  taglamig,

at siya lang kaya ang dahilan?)





nung una pa lang,
ako'y namangha na
sa iyong ginagawa



ako rin ay lubusang
natutuwa sa matimyas
na hitsura ng iyong mukha



tila isa kang dalagang
pumukaw sa aking damdamin
iyong wangis parati
ang nasasalamin



bagkus, malayo ang ating agwat
bakit tila ako'y hindi papa-awat?



dahil kaya'y nasa lugar ka
na isa sa pinakagusto kong
puntahan at tirahan?

o baka naman itong
mismong lugar ko na tinitirahan
ay wala namang laman?



h'wag sana magpapahalata
ang langit sa aking kisame,
ang masulyapan ka'y
para itong asul sa taas,

kaniyang pisngi



ngayong Taglamig na

sa ating mga bayan o kanayunan,
kakaiba talaga ang aking



sapagkat nasaan ka man,
sa trabaho mo o sa kaniyang
piling man,
marahil wala ng magagawa
ang tulad ko kundi
ang ipagdasal ang iyong
tanging kaligayahan.








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited 12.06.2022 [22:25];11.23.2022 [09:09]; 11.22.2022 [20:38]



1.  Prior changes have been made to this poem at an earlier time (but not enumerated them all at this moment).

2.  Changed the word "mukha" to "wangis" instead (just to avoid redundancy or the word being doubled in my verses).

3.  (11.23.2022)  Omitted a comma (placed formerly in following line: "o, baka.." (unedited version)

4. (12.06.2022) the line "parang itong asul sa taas," was changed to the grammatical "para itong asul sa taas,"








YOU CANNOT KILL ME as fast as I can


I am my own worst sabotage. I put myself in the corner and am surprised when I run into walls. I throw myself off bridges and the shock of it all hits me after the water does. I pull at my own skin and am surprised to be unraveling. You cannot kill me as fast as I can.


You cannot hit me before I feel the knife to the heart that is waking up and realizing I do not have quite enough love left to give without splitting apart- or worse, I have too much. I think I have too much love to feel right. I feel wrong for breathing out all this love. I exhale it like carbon, I can’t see you for all the smoke that’s in my eyes. I have so much skin touching the air that I feel it like needles. I fall asleep thinking, what’s the difference between gas and solid anyway?


There are all these snippets I carry with me and I’m not sure which ones are real or not. To rearrange them I get wine drunk and fall in love with strangers I think I know but never myself. I tell everyone they’re beautiful in my head, I may be wrong, I may be going against all the rules of social interaction by staring too long at places I shouldn’t and not saying anything, but I do know you have to learn the rules to break them.


You cannot split me apart because I never learn the rules. Clumsy but still I sidestep them, an inconvenient thunderstorm. I want to overdose on the different but I do not need to anymore, I don’t want any more of these midnights. It feels like midnight even when it isn’t. It feels like lying even when it is. It feels like the mud pouring into me that I am coaxing with both hands. And sometimes being human, poison doesn’t seem like the worst way to go.


I never learn the rules. I learn them like my sharp heart, taking pinpricks of everyone’s ink, burnt coffee smiles and dirty compliments, I am there but we are apart and together, memories splitting the silly little happenings from the way I am writing rewriting editing it, they must be so different and I still know you cannot kill me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 10/31/22

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My Sweet Lover, as a reed is moved like strings on an instrument...

Play me!

MY Sweet Lover, as the notes ascend through the air……

Sing me from your lips!


Like a leaf in a rapid rushing over a fall.......

I want to surrender myself to you!

Like the river which leaps over the cliff and stirs up a sweet refreshing mist…

.I want to give myself to you.


To be a feather from a dove’s wing, so that I could show you the soft safe places you have to me...

and that I want to be for you,

To be that next feather which is perfectly melded, lying on top, going in the same direction,

connected to the same wing, giving us flight, embracing you fully, giving warmth, safety,

and peace…that I want to be for you.


Or to be a cloud that embraces the moon to shadow your shadow,

to meld our movements as our souls have done.

Or to be the sky, the blue, that embraces the clouds, and rise above the overcast and fog,

that surrounds the clouds and presses in on all sides to hold its form yet gives the freedom for change and to be different…

to carry us to the heights and hold us there…

never ceasing the movements in perfect rhythm so deep inside our hearts and souls.


Closer than close I want to be. Not close like the sun that caresses your cheek,

but close as the blood that rushes in your veins to your heart! 

Close as the air that raises the lungs with each breath!

More intimate than intimate I want to be.  Not so near to feel your heart beat, but to BE your heart beat. 

Not so close to hear you whisper, but to be the breath of the whisper….

to be the substance that surrounds each blood cell…which carries me to your heart and brings life….

to be that which captures each air molecule which is inhaled and exhaled back into blue sky.


I want to be the sound of truth, the touch of knowing,

your first visions of love, the smell of home.......

I want to always be love to you,

and to always love you is contentment!

I want to be the resonance of love and life, your bringer of peace,

your protector of suredness, your giver of freedom, your gatekeeper of the garden…

I, too, want to always love you and BE love to you, to always love you is enchantment…

to have your love is beyond expression.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another lost poem just found.

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