Diem libris.

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9012.3

. . .

The age of my grey hair

may be a mystery to you.

For me,

Its a statement that I have been a thinker

throughout which a life of a sinner,

one day I know I am to be respected in that

court of justice.

Facing a crime of my own intelligence.

😸😏🎭🙉😜🆕☝🆙

©O.a.M

® Artsydhude 97-19

™XENOphagz

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. . Oo,

alam ko naging brutal at grabe ang aking mata.

.. alam ko.

nanyari na, 

kaso pa ulit ulit na lan at di mawala araw araw.

How am I to be. . 

a good person,

a loving parent,

loyal companion.

When a mountain of comparison

never stops only to flow

from your waterfall.

yes it does overflow when I hit

those bricks of assumption not of you,

only the history I partake and eat all of my shit.

🙉🎭😏🆕☝🆙

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 97-19

™XENOphagz

Calico-tan

To me,

My Brunhilde.

To me,

My loveliest

Valkyrie.

The one who left

My irish lass,

Loved me the same.

As the years of our sleep

remains upon not of my name.

Crept and slept of the memory

of enamored moments of

Companionship loves us,

With his grace in my life.

My Jo.

. . . sana maulit muli”

-Gary Valenciano.

Sa iyo sana I alay ko ito.

At sana ikay nandito pa,

para lan masabi ko,

mahal kita una as my only closest friend.

mahal kita 2nd as would have been your confidant.

and so much I want to hold you for the last time,

and really do tell you.

You loved me where no one even dared love me.

You knew it.

I knew it.

Thing is, with him you had no escape.

Thing is, with him you saw me and I knew how much,

you wanted me to know,

you really cant.

I can only be there,

coz you,

were there.

How much I want,

to go back one last time.

At least just for us two.

Knowing what is your hand offered for my

poker face.

Tuesday’s apyrz.

. . . noon, ngayon at kelanman.

Ang aking diwa nawawala.

Halos wala akong mahita sa mga tamang tao.

Kundi ang maling akala na pinamana sa akin.

For the absolute good intentions,

in their purpose to make valid of sacrifices they have made.

of their knowledge that my life can be,

yet now I am so baffled,

on what I need to be.

Tomorrow is not set or written,

it will be when every microsecond has passed and see its lesson as is.

Deflect to Reflect.

A feather was given to me by a crow.

It has rainbow colors.

The crow looked at me sideways.

I pulled yellow,

I saw myself at 80’s.

I pulled blue,

I saw myself from a toddler into my 8th year.

Red,

I saw none but I felt all of the fear I felt

through all my years.

Green,

All of the opportunity missed and experiences.

Brown,

Felt all the range of rage,

to all my loneliness of all my sorrows.

Purple,

My immediate and relatives

the ones who loved me,

those who can say but not even dare show.

On a whim of a breeze, I feel the last feather

Shown a color of what people are,

shown the true test of a person’s love and affection.

yes,

why even bother to give when one can not even leave

his ego behind, 

and ends what a past can hold.

😭🎭🆕🆒🆙📴🎭😭

©oam

®artsydhude 7-18

™XENOphagz

What becomes,

of a damage that has been done.

of a life broken none by myself.

of a heart yearning and longing,

someone can fully understands;

what it means to love.

what it means of hate.

and the dignity that hate of love does relate,

for the pride of love never hates only to have an emotional fate.

💥🔜🆙🆕💉👣🐲

©oam

®artsydhude 7-18

™XENOphagz