Left to right
Feet to feet
With every step
Through the wood
They stride away
Into the deep
The unknown scene
Away from home
They’ve ever known
Or hoped to be
And with this step
One more has been
Further away from home before
Than he’d ever thought he’d been
God bless your feet Samwise Gamgee
Step onto the road and you will see
The greatest adventure you’ll ever keep
Burning alive within your mind alive
Until the in Havens you reside
And therein find the eternity you seek
For alive and well
You’ll ever be
And beside the bearer
You were meant to be
As a friend against all enemies
And the second set of sturdy feet
One thing I learned
in my long college career
I don't know a thing
I cannot read minds
nor fix this world
I still fall back to
I learned to source
and spell kinda right
I learned to cheat
when I didn't study
The place to be
we thought as youth
though in this life
it's a choice you choose
for where you desire to be
is but a figment of this reality
a plan so mismal
to the burning sun
What faith you lack,
oh guilty one
on this track of life
you chose death
In this college degree
I learned what it means to see
not through intellect
but through emptiness
Poetry flows like gentle tides
before a hurricane
her sandy shores
Three jumps left
and two jumps right
the lord she speaks
and I follow
Milk moonlight of divine delight
silky sheets of satin rose
Lovers in my past
don't leave my mind
their faces exist
etched in time
Fall like a stone
through deep blue waters
fall to the blackness
and the dark sees wonders
thin skin, a lighted hook
neon guppies glitter
Take heed when he calls
for the depressed ones
in your life
those in need
for you never know
when you, it could be
songs and poetry
they flowed from his fingers
as divine symphony
of what does this teach you of women?
Solomon had the most
of any man
Be true to yourself
and your dreams will come
not the dreams you've planned
but the one's- you're welcomed to
HAPPY AT HER, BEING BROUGHT TO HEART
THINGS WERE KILLED
THINGS WERE INGESTED
SHE WAS CELEBRATED
PRAYED FOR BY FRIENDS AND ENEMIES
SHE HAD EVERYTHING
IT WAS ALL AT HER DISPOSAL
SHE WAS LAZY
HER BEAUTY WAS RARE
ALSO A MANIAC AT DOING THINGS
IT GOT WRONG
WHEN HER PARENTS DIED
BROUGHT UP BY A PROSTITUTE GUARDIAN
ALL HAPPENED SIMULTANEOUSLY
IT GOT WORSE
HER INNER CONSCIENCE HAD BEEN BURIED
SHE WAS THE DEVIL HERSELF
A GREEN SNAKE IN GREEN GRASS WAS SHE
NEVER FAR FROM EVIL
EVIL NEVER FAR FROM HER
PRAYER BY ENEMIES THEN STICKED
IT FOLLOWED HER AS HER SHADOW
NEVER LEFT HER FOR A MOMENT
UNTIL HER ULTIMATE RUIN.
[locked in the box, my secrets live a life]
schrödinger's cat, he sings, we shall never know his strife:
the simple insecurity to the infuriating situation
is pandora will release the demonstration.
[locked in the box, my secrets live a life]
following the maps of the mask of my disguise:
the complex representation of the infuriating situation
is that hope will diminish in a chaotic creation.
[locked in the box, my secrets live a life]
the graveyard is silent with the shredding of my lies:
the impending sensation of the infuriating situation
is that Sisyphus will parallel our little recreation.
But before the box is opened and the cardiac is broken,
a crossroad will be a p p r o a c hing.
What hurts more? The thorns in motion/
or lack of map tokens.
Till then, the lies are never dead, nor spoken.
- inspired by Lord Byron and E.E. Cummings.
When my thoughts run away with me
And I don't know which way I should go
Once I receive the insignificance I so badly wanted
And all I want, is to be left alone
When every corner of my existence is thick with dust
Having flooded my mind, this temporary home
I find his words alive again, and I am reminded
That I must decide once more to go home
and the rain pours down
and the people are wretched,
oh, the odds!
and a far trumpet announces
and they come
in their elegant cloaks,
each with a bow,
and their leader
& We have come
to help the
world of Men
with a smile,
this so, so
& with a stamp
of their feet
they all about turn,
& they line
in the pouring rain,
& the hell beasts
& their arrows
fly & fly
all will die
they have chosen
did what they
I want to be where you are,
For you have a peculiar way of feeling so distant from me.
I am longing for another moment of triumphant belonging.
One that comes like a spurt of overflowing rapture
Within my weary heart.
I am released
From being drowned in deep waters
And suddenly, musical sounds break the muted,
That for so long flooded my ears.
I see your face somewhere
In the glimmering iridescent halo of the sun.
My iniquities trickle from my eyelashes
And stream my cheeks.
They pool at my collarbones and rush down my arms
Once my chest heaves at the chance to breathe in
More of you.
Then off the tips of my fingers they fall; forgettable, insignificant.
Beached on the shores of my loneliness,
You meet me.
Seeing my shackles, a slave to sin, I am exposed
In my unworthiness and tarnished in self-deceit.
But you loosen my chains, binding only
My broken heart.
The iron turns to sand and I can feel it
Slipping and singing laments into the wind.
Right there is where the temple of self-righteousness
In a heap of ruins lay my complacency and conceit.
You’ve been waiting to clothe me in the white
Of your salvation, and you wrap me
In a violet righteousness woven distinctly for me.
In the place of my shame, you fill that pit in my stomach
With a double portion of everlasting joy.
Beneath our feet
The earth brings forth sprouts of brilliant green.
Unimaginable colors spring up joyfully
Into a fruitful garden of immense splendor.
Individual flowers bloom for each prayer
Sown by your angels over my soul.
The moment is like a rare jewel or precious stone.
I want to collect it and hold it delicately in my hands.
I want to wear it on my fingers and wrists
For the chance to adorn others
With the sparkling gold and silver of your abundant grace.
Where there are jubilant fields lined with thick forestry,
I see emerald gems lodged half-revealed in the rock.
I see how the veins in my arms match the patterns
Of rivers carving through the land.
I notice the rhythm of my breathing
And the peaceful rise and fall of a gentle shoreline.
If I could see that the blue in the sky,
Green in the fields,
Gold in the sun,
And brown of the rich earth
Rests in the flecks of my eyes,
Perhaps I would realize that you have made me
To always be where you are.
Black, white, and fur all over.
That's what you were, George.
Generic street cat look, or what we Filipinos call,"Pusang Kalye".
Fattest cat, I've seen in person but probably the only reasons why I can like cats as an animal.
You came to our lives at a very interesting point in time.
You were the size of an overgrown puppy when we got you and you just turned 7 years old.
I thought it was interesting to have a fat cat live with us because I only imagined the amount of interest that would build into my family despite us never having a cat.
My sisters were scared of you out of trauma, but you know that wouldn't last forever.
I spent my entire afternoon with you the day you came to our home, and observed your mannerisms.
You like lying down on surfaces with odd textures because you like how it feels, and you love to hide in shadowy places because you were edgey I suppose?
Dunno, but that's what you were George. The fat cat in the shadows.
Time passed by, and my sisters started growing to you.
You eventually moved into my sisters' room, and you stayed there ever since.
To my sisters, you were the greatest things that happened to them.
Alyssa, the second oldest in our family, loved you as if you were her long lost boyfriend.
She'd brush your fur, bathe you when you hated it most, and she'd trim your nails.
Alyssa always looked out fo royu.
Sasha, the youngest in our family, would always pester you because she'd see you as a living stuffed toy.
Of course she did that as a joke, but I know that she really loved having you around otherwise she'd be stuck on her iPad the entire day just watching anime and K-drama.
Even our mom, who hates cats grew to love you.
She'd always stop by my sisters room just to pet you and let you walk around her legs.
Only cat owners and people who've seen cats enough would understand that cats walk around people's legs to let them know that,"I own you." It's a cat's way of saying,"I love you."
Sounds twisted, but it was one of the most genuine things a cat could do.
To me, you were one of the most deviant things in my world.
I've never imagined having a cat, and nor was I looking forward to having one.
I remember lying down on my bed frustrated.
Frustrated with insecurity in a time where I thought the whole world was filled with crap.
Every now and then, you visited my room.
You just kind of lied down on my bed and stared me.
Some times you'd meow to get my attention because you needed to use the restroom, but you were just there as if you were listening to the insecurities in my head.
One day, I came back from a giant youth conference that changed every part of my life.
I was just lying down, thinking about everything that I decided to change in my life.
Then all of a sudden, you lied down on my stomach as if it were your bed, and you just purred.
A cat purr is probably one of the most oddly comforting things in the world.
A cat's entire body vibrates and lets out a soft hum.
Receiving a cat purr is like receiving an affectionate hug from someone who's not close to you, but you know they're genuine.
I didn't move from my bed because I didn't know what to do, and I wanted to observe but I knew that you loved me.
I wasn't very expressive in showing that I cared about you George, because I was focused on myself way too much.
Yet you were always there to meow at me and to lie down on me, even when I took long naps.
Until one day, you stopped being affectionate.
You stopped showing your love for me.
You just lied down on a bed as still as a statue.
You wouldn't react to anyone who pet you or tried to bug you.
You were frozen...
Mom took you to the vet, and who knew...
You were dying.
You were emotionless, because you were sad.
We didn't know how selfish we were by just watching you play statue.
How callous of us!
As days went by, anxiety built within my sisters.
Until February 22, 2017, you were gone.
Hearts were broken. Tears were shed.
But this thought always lingered the entire time you were there.
"Everything happens for a reason and whatever God allows is His will."
Here I am in a coffee shop on the same day, trying to grasp the concept of mourning.
If dealing with death is coffee, then mourning is black coffee.
It's the healthiest of the choices but its bitter.
It awakens you physically and emotionally.
Too much of it, is bad for a human being.
You're a cat, the second most loved pet in the world but a "hit and miss" pet for the general populace.
I'm just thankful that you were in our lives because if you weren't there, Alyssa wouldn't have learned responsibility.
You brought her stability.
Thanks for dealing with Sasha, because she needed to release her emotions as well every time she pestered you.
And thank you, for always bugging me when I'm alone.
I used to push people away for getting too close, but you taught me that it doesn't take much to show love.
Thank you, George.
The Fat Cat of the Silva-Afzelius household, the Cat of the Shadows, and Alyssa's Sweet Prince.
We are thankful for the joy of companionship that you left in our hearts.
Good night furry one.
Pen me a Letter,
Hand it to the sky -
Let the Lord bless the words,
Let it flutter with the birds,
Let it pass through the times;
Through the hardships,
And fill it with our Love,
And float down;
- As your heart’s feather.
Finger at the blue in the sky
Say I want be like that guy
You say you want me to fly
Like the falcon in the sky
Floating, soaring and climbing
Touching white clouds of heaven
But fog chokes the clean lining
Mists like comics with no timing
Yet I can’t understand why
My wings have to still be tied
Down steel chained to the ground
Can’t move on to new chapters
When the pages are bound
Cuts are bandaged by laughter
It’s that why I rest at the nest?
And you stopped the beat in my chest?
I want that heart of a lion
Instead there’s chicken in my breast
Yes, when I was hatched I was immobile
Pure and noble yeah no sight no vocals
Kept me alive never en danger
But now fam-iliar is the stranger
See brown leaves fall and drift from trees
Bark ripped open soil has frozen
Branches broken missing me
By a couple of feet I’m beat
My feet are perched, ready to drop
Will I hit the ground or see the top?
Sucks for you I found the key to the lock
Ya see when I want open doors I don’t knock
Eyes closed and dived, felt like I died
Til the wind caught me for a ride
Touches my tongue breeze fills my lungs
Arms now glide, I become alive
Rising, plateauing, descending
Wings can't brake, till my brash bones break
Tears fall beside me befriending
Me, close to my face, my ending
Ladybug bums buzz hovering
Below my beak, two hit my cheek
Flashback when there was smothering
Ate treats of sweets and flesh at my peak
Now how can I flap forever?
Mood severed, Rain struck the weather
Rain drops plop on me like puddles
That and oil in my feathers
I look back and hear organs playing
Baby chicks clinging, Gospel singing
Knees dove deep in bark they were staying
Rain dropped she thought God heard her praying
Let her have his shy reply that’s brief
Let her have peace and hours of sleep
There’s no need for her sighs of relief
Have brain release, there’s no deceased
Looking forward I need to land
Eyes skipping off until I’m crossed