a moral attribute on a silent night
when rats are afar
as some fain would regroup
themselves to
shun western civilization
to humbly ascertain
a supreme level
of sophistication
or refinement
as both shared a value
called garden paths
and farm tracks
only to boastfully
till them in the
zone
a no-go
indeed
likened to a weekender bag
it took me, like you took me,
and when I had taken you
..for granted
it always seemed like
holding up that
glass,
for a toast
but aren't we drinkers,
you may ask?
I pooled in my
moneys and have
not paid the landlord
because here's my anxiety:
socialism and communism
are planned
by the moral overlord
how can we survive
my gentle blowball,
in this shifty stream of
consciousness?
but my being logoleptic
is crucial,
lets me save myself
of a semiotic-
turned-poetic
..exulansis
Celestial Bodies and
God's Clock
Parang mga kamay
kong nananakit
ngunit tinitiis
parang arthritis
Parang mga kape
sa sikmura ng bawat
taong nananabik
sa inuming acidic
Gusto ko lang naman
maunawaan
ang kalawakan
at ang araw at buwan
Upang sa gayun ay
malaman
ang katiyakan
kung nasaan ka man
Si Buwan
Gusto ko siyang bisitahin
kahit sa panaginip
lang
Ngunit ihip
ng hangin ayaw
mapigilan
Parang ang aking
buwan ay
lumulutang
at nang-iiwan lang
Marahil
hindi sa isa't-isa
itong namatyagan
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
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!