if you're heart is half in two  
i'd rubbed you with rose mary, so
the pain comes to end
and loves me again

i'd bathed you in lavender
into your deepest core
sun comes out
to warm your heart

if you are the moon
picked through my room
i'd keep my door wide open
as your rays warm up my cold veins

as the day wakes up
i put my lips on yours
let our hearts freefall
and savour ecstatic blow

if you're an unspoken poetry
i'd penned lines about you day to day  
as you lie down next to me
i read them to you with gay

If you're infinity
and death is a staircase to you
I'd take with all the risks
just to be one with you

are always a journey,
hours can move so slow, or pass by quickly
somehow, we think of good times and bad times
back to our innocent days........and stubborn ways...
late hours could bring out perfect landscapes,
or, chilling moonscapes, from a fecund mind        
every corner, every moment, every gust of wind
every act...becomes an incipient inspiration,
then come verses on existence and experiences,
our awakenings.....impressions on love's essence,
newfound feelings...we write about God's presence,
we question concepts on life here on earth, and
life thereafter.....wondering, if Heaven, or hell
occurs right here on earth, in our midst, or deep within
ourselves...or, maybe, in another sphere...different...
my folks often told us  then, maybe as a deterrent,
"Heaven and hell, are places....for consequences
of our earthly actions...they're afterlife occurences..."

Sally


Copyright November 18, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

My mind is on fire
with the itch of
curiosity.
Like the flakes from
my scalp
Ideas fall from my head
where they lay, I simply
blow them off.
I left empty handed
And sore from
scratching for answers .

If I write another
could you not be bothered?!
that I for now, matter.
And unlike any other
this is not for you to shatter.

For every step I take,
I seem to get pushed back.
but as I move,
the force is getting weaker.
But I'm stepping forwards,
not backwards anymore.

That one person who can't speak out through their mouth
So they turn their thoughts in an encrypted
set of words