. . . , t.o.emz
Please do tell
All of my brain
Cannot connect what you already did then.
Will I ever contrast all of those
When I can just compare of then and than,
Not of I can and could.
Do I use all of my,
That comes and goes.
You kept at me,
“Kalmado ka lan”
You keep going,
“Tatay mo ako, usap tayo.”
I know how U r.
And I know of who,
I can bear your last name.
But I can not give my power of insanity
Courses to the vein,
and yes all of my vain to my
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A fine mess of you sprawled into my mucus as would
I koff into 7 am without mercy
And still come to me
In 8:30 am and asks
“Please make me coffee, my love.”
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Smile. . .
I pretended and try laugh.
I adored the cosmetic skin of yours.
Happily. . .
I wanted and loved every bit.
No matter how much I was in tormented state,
to hear your voice is the one that saves me each time.
Any second of my waking hour of the bed at night I get up;
is the only happiest time of my life.
Coz’ at least I am away from you.
Buong buhay ko,
gusto sana maparis sa yo.
Kaso nga lan,
Buti hindi ako tumulad sa yo.
Because kung nagawa ko yun.
I would be first a spitting image of your own galit sa mundo.
Kaso nga lan,
I will not do so.
Kaso nga lan,
I do not want that.
Your grudge, grumpy and grinchy ways will be yours.
Sa inyo lan yan.
I will le
ave it at that.
I did not want anything of my life,
yet you handed me, mine.
Still you are and will be that one that is like an unchanging spot,
in any carpet that I will avoid and not see.
Kasi yun kamay ko,
sa kin lan.
Yours is yours.
At least at last,
what done is never done.
Its always going to be none,
only to help you what way I can.
I am not,
still. . .
in honor of aspect.
. . . papa hirapan ko pa ba ang aking;
mata sa kaka iyak.
puso para magdugo.
kamay sa aking mga abilidad.
paano pa kung . . .
eto ay andyan.
eto ay pakita pa.
eto ay nakita sa yo.
How the hell of a fuck,
must I be so naive to think. . .
you can at least know what I had gone thru.
In a way,
I want and need to dig deep and will,
I want and need to dig deep and cry of all tries,
I want and need to dig deep for you to know.
I will not,
Blame all your shame.
Blame how you neglected and abandoned.
Blame how you are and will always be.
In my way. . .
that is how I want to forgive you,
that is how I want to love you.
that is how I will always honor and respect you.
I am to know of a miserable past that doesn’t make sense to me.
I am to be the one who you knew you can hold hack and would’ve care for you in your waning.
I do not want that. . .
All I know that is yours to be in.
All I know that is yours to bear.
I will give my own misery for no one,
but my shit muthastinking way,
that is mine alone.
My life is an idea,
my mind is a concept,
where my heart of my emotions are nothing of my devotion.
To a concept of all the stress that lingers,
in and out of my consciousness.
in and out of dreams of absolute non sense.
in and out of my own life’s decision that was revoked.
Because of all,
you still think
you still believe
you still have faith,
That I cannot live under your yoke.
Only your lip can be shut by yourself.
Only your lip can be zipped by yourself.
Thereof nothing I can do,
but not to love you.
but not of hatred of your face.
but not to ask of them to help you.
but not to be someone in your life that never gave up on you.
™XENOphagz , XenoGrapx
An idea of all concept
will be a construct lies,
not of the firmament of all foundation.
Yet it solidifies here where my bone is
lodged in the memory of hatred,
because that of focus of rage is the fuel
I need. . .
not to move,
not to begin,
neither or either where my insanity lies.
You of all,
should have at least gave love,
in spite of it all.
You kept your jealousy for yourself
and a selfish greed that knows no evil only to yourself.
A purple moon shone once upon a dismal day in a life of Cain’s dissaray.
A smirk once shed a smile on her eye’s that shone only a viloent lust that did thrust,
and yes she did trust, only to know.
If she did do,
kept her vengeance in sight,
not just that love of eden,
would and should have been hers,
She will need to wrestle all of,
and none of.
Only to see,
that this one,
came for her and her only.
Split my hate in twain,
I have that fire and rage
to see my desire burns of what life has to offer.
Move my love,
I will roll the days like no other.
Any of expectations of my frustrations,
knowing all I have felt, seen, touched and given time
listened enough for all efforts.
Love is hate,
Hate is Love,
all there is are none
for it is as the same as above nor below,
neither in the middle.
Only to have
not to hold,
Only to gain,
Love and Hate,
At the same time.