. . . sana maulit muli”
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,
How much I want,
to go back one last time.
At least just for us two.
Knowing what is your hand offered for my
What love of love must I always endure,
when love came in across two oceans I swam,
to know a fruit of life and light to be joined,
not in any kind of sorrow or joy.
Yes, I will . . .
Yes,I wont. . .
but it’s here anyway.
I will not endure nor regret anymore of it.
I must, will and ever be present and do
Not to pretend, or play alongside nor even be plastic
of any sense at all.
Yes to Life,
Yes to it all.
. . . 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.
Tell me what is the first thing in mind,
what to do when a job or a career has ended.
List it some say,
Do it anyway,
or have tech do it for U.
Damn it all to pieces.
I’d get me one way ticket to the land of the rising sun,
where the hot mead doesn’t bore the soul.
In a stupor of wanting more
a blonde aryan who can never speak,
but the butt and or it busts
your alcohol down where it
follows to where Nidhogg speaks.
Aye. . .
that be the land;
of ice and stone,
of the love of all gods dead and reborn,
of all wisdom in a mead out of a horn.
Then tell me you puny humans,
scurry about what life you can lead,
into a nonsensical greed of the weed,
that do become nothing into the air we all breathe.
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Kiss me mighty April,
For your rains left me spoiled
you are mine,
to keep me sheltered upon your month.
Yet March never did give me reason
to eat up all that cake alone.
Only a love of memories that woman did my face,
left me smiling two years removed,
standing on a corner what could have been,
Yet I was naive to partake of that sin.
a lifetime not regretting.
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.
I saw none but I felt all of the fear I felt
through all my years.
All of the opportunity missed and experiences.
Felt all the range of rage,
to all my loneliness of all my sorrows.
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.
why even bother to give when one can not even leave
his ego behind,
and ends what a past can hold.
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.
You keep telling me
Sure whatever, I try to understand.
You keep telling me,
Sure whatever, I give all I can to and for you.
You keep telling me,
I give and you take everything for granted.
The only answer I give is,
to show you how much everday is a blessing to me you are here.
No matter how much my mind twist and turns,
I know you can be there.
So you tell me,
all of material things that you keep buying,
have more importance
than my. . .
. . . worth;
. . . impotance,
. . . hope
for our sake of our livelihood.
Then you keep saying,
I bought that for you,
so I can look good,
while people dare
and not care
I would like to tell you, you can live on everyday grieving.
Yet your emptiness is wallowing nothing but a trauma of mountainous shitpile.
Get your mind out of yourself, you will see you are crying over nothing
you are murdering yourself and will get into a bitter rage that one day will soon make it more damaging then fixing a little of yourself.
In time you will see, you can smile again.
Hope I can see you not smile, but to laugh more than cry.