Donde esta mi corazon.



Mi amor.

My heart is not broken,

My heart is not where it used to be.

My love were with you.

My love is not there anymore.

Bakit pa ako ang dehado,

Kung ang ating utak ay nasa calyo,

Kung ang isip ayaw tumigil.

Ano pa,

Kung ikay mainstay ang iyong kamay

Dalisay hindi lan sa kamay,

Sana buhay at walang hangganan

Pag yaan ang isang kulay

ang iyong may Mata papuntang 

Mga daliri at aking

Pagmamahal sa yo lamang.

Wow to me,

Why then I falter,

When my heart thinks

And my mind aches.

Leads not into anything,

But life eternum.

As it was

So it can be. 


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If it were to carry over,

That all things probable,

That some things is not possible.

I will at least put my vanity on my shoes,

I will at least show my pride that fit my socks,

And will use expectations and life’s lesson upon my sleeve,

To know all of it are pure sanctimonious, superficial and cosmetic

Designed flawlessly

And enough to know it’s just 

A mask,

But for my alter ego

To show my pure weakness,

Coz that is the strength I only know.

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Expectations are a bitch,

Disappointments would be the demons of my heart,

Thing is,

if I do put all these in everything I do,

Then I am no worse,

And yes I will

And yes I will make,

What of it,

That lies beneath from it.

Then I shall take my helm and use that which

Blinds my mind,

To beat my heels out of all things,

I know it may progress an improvement

And use every faltering failures,

As my boots,

And I may surely walk out of

That bolgia,

Into the clearing of limbo

Of my own 







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Back away Annie,

you mother of anxieties.

You have been at the heel of my past,

you take away the presence of the moments present.

So Please,

away with you woman,

don’t step at my door,

and keep knocking as a 

blond babe that makes me drool.


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Each tear that ran down,

you kept me alive in misery.

Each moment of aggression

you murmured into me hatred.

Why of all things, my Debbie

you came and went out,

then when you left me at a curb,

of my consequence.

Alone I am with all things,

to sort,

to think,

and process.

How am I to come up

all of tracks of tears of mud,

and a pool of insanity drowned

my shoe.


Behind the insanity.

Once upon a book,

It told me how to put people in their place,

only then Dante showed up on a doorstep of apt 57,

where I was and led me into a madness of my mind.

There I was in 9 sane hours in an insane of 2,

72 scolds of meds upon nonsensical and absent


only to put his mouth where his practice.

Then Virgil came to me with a private security guard suit,

Letting me know,

all is well and go to my Beatrice,

for she has all release papers that can get me home.

At that morning,

St. Joseph welcomed me with open arms,

Showed me the way home,

where all my light

and days with,

I saw him smile,

Never telling me

how the days,

will seem endless sorrow on my mind.

Only I can know,

when to quit,

or even do

everything what I am to be.


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At what height of all that peaked,

where I once in of all those

tenses that took me places,

was it in dreams. . .

was it in vivid and lucid REM’s. . .

were it a visual aide that had me,

I’d know to come back from 

a pit,

where I knew that Virgil protected by his utterance,

Only Dante can surmise and landed upon an age ago.

Only were it the first, or the last I was,

when I were there among with the gifted.