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Mysterious Aries Sep 2015
(YIN)

Who will listen to you? Who will lend an ear?
To give a little light? really! You don't deserve my dear
Come and be yourself again, don't pretend to be a white seer
Your dark thoughts was the highest wisdom that one could bear

Yes! thy stygian reflections, they are beautiful as you are
You've already surpassed the sageness of the farthest star
So why stepped backward to the land of hope
And be part of that could be people who's belief are made of smoke...


(YANG)

To give a little light, truly a nice start to begin with
Someday it'll beautifully spring up, your tiny glowing seed
At no time surely your wound will be fully healed
Welcome to serenity my friend, who's tired of seeing a battlefield

The other side might said that to only smoke our belief
What matter most here you've sensed comfort and relief
Believing in Him, indeed a good start
I know you could feel His presence, truly in your heart...



written: January 7, 2014 @ 7:20 pm Philippine Standard Time

Mysterious Aries
SassyJ May 2016
The botanics and vitamins of a smoothie
Condense from the pulp, the fluff and seeds
A site, a gulp, such a painting of my swallow
Yet your words are flavoured and nutritious
A flash of sageness, a tick and trick of mind
Years used, time passed and moments amassed
The label stuck, the price tug plug and tagged
Avatars resurrected from undesired mines mime
Dusted and polished then placed on an antiquated shelf
Bloomed and groomed from a desiccated gloom
A wonder as a dear friend drag me from the grave
real is the form.

here now is a colony of words,
or an empire of assault from the
many truths that smite us.

our hearts gallop altogether
past the prairie of imaginations:
this movement, this locutionary,
this waltz adagios its way
to a pace that knows no sojourn.
let us raise our clenched fists
always angelward.
we are young in this agronomy.
our hands remind us of their increasing responsibilities.
our inner light realizes the throng of our shadows - away from the dark
we go pursuant to all effulgence.
let us unpin our juvenile wings
  from the clasp of what startles
us back to our flawed origins.
a flumine of flawlessness awaits
the steep end of our possibilities.

let us not neglect this.
let us, hand in hand, straightforwardly, break from our nascent states and unfurl in a craze of the so many things that capture our potentials.
outside my home, the streets are vacuous, famished from the twirling laughter of children.
once, the grass is giddy from the lightsome meanderings of our superfluous feet! where did all the days crawl to? these limbless serpents that pillage the fruits of our sageness.

i look outside and the mellow moon
enters with its lithe figure
through the hollow spaces of doors
to lairs where the youth are sleeping, unmindful of what dreams log onto the papers of their souls.
heed the call and do not let
it go, running off into another hapless length of waiting.

real is the form.
there is no lie in our rawness.
the voice inside us is tender
with message, purging our poisons
into detox and preparing with
new energies, our
flesh for our consigned ventures.

the voluminous pages are still
white and new, words besmirched still yearn to be written - there is no getting realer than the realization of our clarion call:

real is the form
and in the blank veranda of green
we sift through wordlessness,
gaping our mouths now,
contributing a verse,
     or a song!
For the youth of Bulacan.
D William L Oct 2018
I do not bewail the transient era that is youth.
For in it, I was blind to the grandeur that is life.
I was ignorant to love,
and incognizant to its importance.
Beholden to no strength,
nor wisdom, nor virtue,
I possessed no constitution that would urge nor encourage me to continue to love,
even in the depths of love's absence.
My existence bore no understanding of the gravity of human life,
the influence of trust,
nor the sageness of compassion.
Tomorrow was assumed to be guaranteed
and there was no urgency to my short time alive.
All that was before mine eyes,
the air in my lungs,
those who stood beside me and those now gone,
were all taken for granted.
Tonight, these hot sea winds blow the amber coals of my cigarette back upon my face as unwelcomingly as the unwanted memories of my imbecilic youth.
It miss it not.
Let the clock spin.
Bring me those ephemeral decades,
for they only make the wine taste sweeter.
Steph Portuguez Jan 2020
A minimal interaction merely coincidental took her to the sentimental, yet quiet lightly, semi-permanent fire, the affection for the imperishable. A minimal corporal translation, a dance towards a portal, a fervor to pair and properly resurrect.

The compost has been added, the fecundation has begun, the methodical development goes against the unfolding and beyond. The maturing is inconceivable, an initiation determined to dilate, jag and stain. A gamma of sentiments, a commotion with skills to afflict, an opening with a phantasmagoric impatient and tone deaf.

A parallel black hole, a wooly, scruffy, disheveled globe. With absentia of her specific use she'll roam. A drowsy critter, greater for its sluggishness and loneliness, unquiet for the incubation, the heat and the certainty of your motherly protection.

Medically oppressed to the obligation of live on, welcomed by a sublime lukewarm. A unique lullaby from the impecable chanter and so on.

That's how you nourish and exalt the delicacy, the consciousness slightly expands to the magnificence. This universe with billions of new galaxies, it expands with minor steps of your new innocence.

This apprentice with exceptional obtuseness, her leader replete with sageness and discreetness. The trail scatters its roots towards the rude plot. The captain aims with firmness to a rational outlet.

An enduring labyrinth you must traverse, a map with invisible lines and a myopic with no sanity nor quandary to march. Her compass does not fatigue with the disdain of the repugnant, unawared, insolent vagrant with no prosperity.


The pink portrait lays in an imaginary castle once dreamed by a dragon. This enclosed a precious legend, her bravery prevails and the growth of a rotten embryo, this **** with no significant phases, with dull patience. An ancient savant donkey, engendered with tender.

That tenderness was not her only role, her exuberant potencial to vastness and to the raw venture she accustomed herself. To the darkest and unimaginable brutes she dared to conquer, a non-existent God, she dedicated to redeem and master.

Her royalty and infinitude, this benevolence administrated my chemical sensitivity, always in me will entail. A kingdom without entrance to those venturesome to tumble. The iconicity of the most notorious infinity and empress, in the pink portrait will forever rest.
Swaner Jan 2017
Are you born of barren music?
Of long forgotten fossils 
Of silence that sways gently in the ground
Buried in the ancient sageness of seasons

Are you alive in the night?
Mixing with the blue and purple breath
Taking on guises and repeating the archaic dance of your childhood 

Are you reaching out over the shadows
Compelling my heart from impalpable dark
Opening curtains to lost stories and rhythms 
Enticing me to jump into the indefinite void
 
Who is she?
Who formed her mouth and colored her eyes?
Who gave her legs and the exhalation of movement and stride?
Who calculated her heart to pull with the tide?
Who formed her with just enough dust to make her depend on this alluring ride?

I call back into the ages wherever I go
I explore the distant deserted hills with magic in my bones
I perform every art in detail
Just to bring her here
Just for one more chance... 
at her affection
Travis Green Jun 2022
Boy, you got my heartland
Enamored by your dreamy
Gleaming immensity
You are my supreme
Unending wonderland
My enchantingtly
Titillating thriller
That deeper than any keen
Lean gent I have ever seen

You knock me out
With your crash-hot
Swagged out mantasticness
Your solid-gold macho body
Makes me so naughty
And soft on your picturesque
Pristine charm

You are so seductive
And ingratiating
Flamingly spontaneous
Romantic mysterious enchanter
A beardacious splendacious sensation
My desirable top-flight empire
That arouses and inspires my mind
I step into your hottest sweetest fire
And you devour my power
You enshroud me in your strikingness
Your top-notch top shotta hotness

I am lost in the remarkable erotical
Moments that we share
How you tease me with your flexing
Majestic sexiness, conversing
***** fervent words that enrapture me
That carries me into your seamless supreme labyrinth
Where your lovingness liberates me
Intoxicates me, makes me celebrate your radiancy
To ease into hot, vicious kisses
Feel our heartbeats pumping away in synchronicity
In a tempting charming zone
That enthralls you and me deeply

Boy, you are my favorite mendacious
Location to stay at, to embrace you
To taste your sageness
Luxuriate in your first-rate fragrant greatness
Let you see how much I feel you
How much I want you to pour
Your magically moist masculinity
All over my ebullient feminine skin

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