I shall be your doom.
I will unfold you.
Go ahead and give me your best,
I will usurp,
and will revolutionize your eyes.
You shall always be my Marduk,
What is blood compared when water is shared.
Will and can this world be better or worse,
while all we are none and the same compared by those,
what pieces of life,
to begin and start listening of lessons from you.
what do I know,
so round two?
Put em up, its 2020.
political, social, theological.
place your wager,
as I look for my gladius as we all play fools,
in the arena of this world had gathered.
Throw me a tinder to the embers of my heart.
I will make it burn,
as much I can for you.
If you do give me anything from,
I will cook it and share,
I will keep it strong.
Yet if you can not,
how am I to keep that sensation,
when you have no more wood,
when you have no more supplies,
when your words have so much water.
I can not burn,
nor anything anymore.
Let me give it back,
by building my ark,
please flood me a tear,
after all I know of myself,
I can be for you.
If you would have ask me to.
The knowledge of all mistakes,
are far more better than
a success rate of perfection.
In a way I know I can fall,
I can make it through each time,
I see and not know it all.
I am human after all.
That past, passed behind.
All of that doubts coupled with fear itself held me,
behind the wall of life in my cell.
These two knew,
they can make my life in tow and strife.
That pink horizon
offers a loving comfort,
a comfort only
from you my beloved Thea.
Walang kasing sarap murahin mo ako,
Masarap ang pagdinig ko sa mga paglait mo sa akin.
Kasi yang ampalaya mo,
may laman at pagkatapos at wala ka ng masabi.
Papa liogoan kita ng sabon ng aking
hindi sa Safeguard,
Maybe I’d use Dove,
for all my loving care.
So you do know,
It’s not how much emotions we go through,
nor at times we choke on our words.
No. . .
not for me,
not for any sake.
not for anything at all.
I will be here,
how much we fall.
I will always be near,
I will always be here.
To make a wish,
that you can be mine,
and you and I will not and can not.
If it can,
our name would be immortalized as none,
can Juliet be.
Nor I can have Tristan’s fame and glory.
Love is and were not of,
but a writers fame and glory for themselves only.
In a sense,
we all are nothing but dirt molded
in and on our,
parents expectations and didactic tyrannical rule;
from and to,
the cycle begins anew,
when two can become one or two.
What is your function,
my usb device.
You are a male part,
You do plug in a female counterpart.
To extend to some extent,
You may need an asexual accessory.
yet at the end from the source,
to power that outlet,
You still have to be,
Male and Female.