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It was a very bright evening
You and I, in morning greeting
Those brimming smiles that I'm longing
A nice way to start a feeling

Call it a day, call it a night
And still everything feels so right
Worries and burdens feels so light
Until one day, right became blight


I thought I could now reach your hands
Know the feeling I've been waiting
The thought is very frightening
But I still kept on expecting

I always think "Was I too late?"
Or because there's never a fate
And you'll always be in that gate
Until the impossible date...


It was a very bright morning
You and I, in evening greeting
And that night messed up everything
A nice way to end the feeling.

**-alien-
Tatawa,
Iiyak,
Tatawa,
Iiyak.

Nakakabaliw ang oras na 'to.
Yung oras na naaalala kita.
Nakakabaliw palang maging gan'to
Yung umaasa na balang araw babalik ka.

Nakakabaliw maghintay.
Yung ayaw pumikit ng mga mata.
Nakakabaliw na isipin ka, nakakalumbay.
Yung bumabalik na alala noong sinabi kong 'mahal kita'

Nakakabaliw umiyak.
Yung gusto mo na tumahan ngunit di magawa.
Nakakabaliw na ang puso ko'y iyong biniyak.
Yung utak ko'y may sira na ata.

Tatawa,
Iiyak.

Mababaliw nalang sayo paulit ulit.
I made this last week. I can't sleep tho. Heart breaks *****.
-lights out-
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of ****** or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
i hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance-Healing
all my sicknesses-erasing all-not
even the shred of a 'I-hope-you' or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes-and
with joy you realize for the first time
'thinking's just like not thinking-
So I don't have to think
any
more'
 Feb 2017 Mike Dela Cruz
Mozalios
With a voice, so silent
She screams
Only hearing
Tears.
To Celebrate the new year. Here's a new poem.
My book "The Dark, Poetic March" Is finally available!
(Can't post links)
on Amazon and Creatspace
I watch the water
beam from the sun
and that is what you call
making love
The Earth is the greatest poet I know.
I pluck at her expression
every so often
merely attempting
to translate her lyrics
into something,
just something
we can all feel and understand
My salutes to you, Earth.
I want to whisk you away
Hold her hand like it's the only thing anchoring you to this planet
Let her wear your jacket (she likes the way it smells)
Tell her she's beautiful
Not hot.
Not ****.
Lot's of girls love themselves from the shoulders on down
Don't make the same mistake
Serenade her with corny declarations of love
I wish I lived in your socks, so I could be with you every step of the way
When life gets hard for her
Do you have a band-aid? Because I think I scraped my knee falling in love with you
When believing you love her gets hard for her
You should be a baker, because your buns are perfect
When looking in the mirror gets hard for her
Let's play Titanic: You be the iceberg, and I'll go down
When you get hard for her
Kiss her on the forehead (but only if you're tall enough to do so easily)
Worship her personality in front of friends
Worship her mind in front of parents
Worship her body in private
Worship her body in public when no one's looking
Never let her go to bed without hearing *I love you

Tie her shoe for her
Wrap your arms around her when she cries
Don't be her Prince Charming
Don't be her Knight in Shining Armor
Be the WHOLE **** KINGDOM
Be her best-friend, boyfriend, and bed-buddy
Don't be a baby: let her take pictures of you
Remember- every touch makes her heart race
Make her heart race
**Then whisk her away
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