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alon

sapat na ba ang

ulap sa dalampasigan

upang ang dagat

ay ating masisilayan

araw ang pagbigkas

buwan ang pagluwas

parang namumutawing

bibig at tamlay ng bisig

bigyan mo pa ako

ng rason

upang ako ay huminahon

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

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

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

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

The beauty of paradise
overlooking the horizon

There's nothing more
that she could have ever

wanted in life

Hers is a sun-kissed
white-complected skin,
dappled,
in the tropical
rainforest clime

Knowing her
has given me
an outburst
like my inner child,
as I grappled within,
still wandering
innocently—thru time

but she is not your
basic woman,

I never did see her
to be a typical lass

that is influenced
by social artifice

because she grew up
according to her
own terms, not foisted
as if by any other
person or an opinion

—she knows herself
well, to know what it is
that she likes;
which she signifies
whatever she would want;
yet coy of her dislikes

in a world that is totally
hers & hers alone

how I wished I can
understand this mystery of
time
to know more about
her

& the gift of life sublime!

city mirk

roaring subway car
a dreary mind
oblivious of
his own life track

heightened
blustering voice
adding to

annoying noise

buildings that
are drab yet towering
concrete structures
remembering

what once was
a very beautiful flower
cropping up in a

pavement crack

The Grey Cosmos

She is coming from a
faraway galaxy,
hauled into
this sick and sad
world of ruin
—it seems!

If I am to seek out
the gods of
the numberless galaxies
in the multiverse,

I'm pretty sure
the angel Jophiel
will intervene!

Because here
we are..again,
entwined in my
own orchestration

which does not
even speak like
a Neruda, or any
of the symbolists or
transcendentalist
poets for that matter.

Oh, how I
can
only
dream..

So I think these thoughts...

because I
am amazed
by glancing upon
your starlight
once again

in
this unspoken
path.