Summer's gone
Falling
            leaves upon the lawn
Summers gone
Falling,
            leaves upon the lawn
            a memory

I dislike the comma
Whips words while walking

Placed between two words
Whips the former and warns latter to behave and keep space

The comma is a pain
I love it
When words walk without whips
And breathe Free

*** is a four lettered word
flaunted by very bad vowels
fevered to ecstacy
by all tangled-up adjectives
Then pounded into submission
by perverted nouns
that take their free liberty
of the subjective
Once surrounded
by the iniquity of the parentheses
you will only utter commas
at the Benediction

You asked me my name in your first remark
We sat on opposite ends of a question mark
You were dashing - made me pause,
me, this independent clause
standing alone,
I made sense on my own
But I answered you anyway.

Ellipses.

Now you are the verb in my heart’s contraction
I am the subject and you are the action
An Interrogative with a Declarative reaction
An Exclamatory and then an Imperative attraction

Ellipses.

Your lips ease
Me, the direct object of your affection,
but never sentenced to an apostrophe’s possession
perhaps more true- a plural “s” suggestion
and the excitement behind an exclamation point’s inflection

The semi-colon understands
We can be on our own, but we want to stand
together
where our letters
aren’t fetters,
but the typesetter’s
better measure
of linguistic pleasure.

We communicate through metaphors and similes
Like the birds and the bees
We speak across homophone lines
to keep a census of our senses at all times
Because words said aloud have allowed
us to find meaning behind the utterance of sound-
mere words and phrases
jumping off of pages
into brain and heart and soul
when the parts become a whole

And with the syntax, punctuation, grammar, and usage
I’m a hopeless semantic always trying to ****** it
Language- yours I understand through the myriad.
Words can’t capture you. Period.

In a comma state of mind
I look but all I find
Is the nothingness you left behind

Nothing in my head
No meaning in what you said

Nothing in my heart
You tore that all apart

Nothing in my feelings
You just left me reeling

In a comma state of mind
I look but all I find
Is the nothingness you left behind

Yes.
I wedged a comma between us.
But there was already an infinity stretching and you still haven't seen it.

mula sa bintana ng mga katotong tahanan
may pinaghuhugutan balitang pinagkainan
merong budbod di-umano ang bibingka sa bilao
madalas di-ginugusto,,minsan nama'y napapa-tipo.

bihira man ang daloy sa hiwa ng pagkakataon
nariyan pa rin ang kuro at haka sa loob ng kahon
sa tulong ng walang patumanggang bulong na hindi naririnig ang tunog
sa likod ng pulang bilang matatanaw may abiso sa kidlat na walang kulog.

ilako ang lakbay ng himay sa mga nagdidilang anghel
para mahumpay ang tamlay mula sa pader na papel
ibahagi ang natatanging kuwento sa oras ng hanay ng kasarinlan
mag-manman sa likuran bago dumating at gumawa sa tambayan

matabunan man sa araw-araw ang pag-apaw ng dalaw sa estado
wag mag atubili,hataw lang sa paggalaw muling ibangis ang talento
bagamat ano mang bulwak meron ang katha sa salamin,matapos na
maisulat
sa ere man hanggang sa paglapag ng tuyong dahon,may mangha na ipamu-mulagat

sapagkat hinde mababanaag sa mga nilakaran
ang iniwang bakas sa pinanggalingang upuan
dahil ang dati nang puting kulay sa loob na 'ala pang bahid
magkukulay dilaw sa pagkakaroon ng matimtimang masid

at kung ang inaasahan ay taliwas sa nakatakda,,alin lang yan sa dalawa :
bumilis ang pagbagal ng patak kaya manunumbalik ang dati nang sigla
o malamang na mangamba sa pakiwaring hindi daratnan dahil sa
pagkaantala?
kung magkagayo'y ituloy lang ang pagkasabik sa pagtatapos pagkat
*magkakabunga!

Red or yellow leaves
A nature covered by some snow
And the trees need the sunlight.

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