You remind me of summertime
Feverish, wrathful and long days
When the passions trapped between our lips
Dance at noon, freezing
The scenes of bliss that
Decorates the empty caverns of our hearts
Being and becoming all at once
You remind of summertime
When the air burns wickedly
And we stagger to breathe-in
The chaos and outbursts of the sun
When the branches sway gayly
As the warm hushed wind passes infinity
You remind me of summertime
When our backs lay flat on hard dry earth
As grasses entangle beneath our feet
Just as our arms embrace each others nearness
You remind me of summertime
Of many things about the world
All the things that have been said
And all the things that are yet to be said
You remind me of summertime
When the exhuberance of youth
Is on full display, running and carousing
On the streets at twilight
Or under the hushed divinity of the rosy dawn
You remind me of summertime
Just as we carry the weight of yesterdays
In these fleeting remembrances
When all things bright and sunny
And dark and turgid are found and lost
From all the people that had come by and stopped, from those who walked beside, and those who ran with us amidst the fast changing of the sun.
You still and ever will, remind me of that time.
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 7:46 AM UTC
Oh how of no use to us now
The clock and calendar - the pretenders
They measure nothingness
Not even air, not even the passing days
They measure boredom, nihilism
Accounting for one's time for
The inevitable implosion into emptiness
Oh how of no use to us now
That which measures our worth - in time
When we hang in the precipice
And the abyss yawns ever more deeply,
Ever more impatient
Oh how of no use to us now
This tyrannical imagination, when we
Now measure the days passing
By the times we have sighed in relief
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 8:36 AM UTC
I will miss the way you wake me up at night
When the soft moonlight embraces the windowsills
And you would whisper to me your good memories and the bad ones
When you trace your dreams onto my back
And when your warmth touches mine as we fall asleep safe in each others arms
I will miss your kiss, in the morning,
way past the rising of the sun
When the streets are busy with their comings and goings
When the world that surrounds us revolves in chaos
But we are at our own pace just admiring what we have
I will miss your face, those gentle eyes those soft lips that cushions the anger and hurt you try to hold inside
I will miss those days i can't count on my fingers when we made each other happy
We were the best persons we can be
In those moments frozen forever in time
Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 1:28 AM UTC
My moonlight, you warm the skein that wraps the tender walls of my heart
Your delicate fingers glide through the golden strings of the harp
That guides me to slumber in our tender paradise
Where you and I watch the universe unfold, and spiral
And make turn, and make waves and dream of celestial saccharine music
Your voice a Delphic phantom still unknown to mine
My moonlight, you I know are a fleeting silhouette in the window next to my soul
That rises and falls and dims into oblivion leaving me behind in the dark wandering
Your eyes stab delicate passions into my chest
Cupid’s arrow piercing the absurd that had formed in my breast
Your smile, wry yet sweet, a deep meaningful nothingness
O Goddess, O Venus you have sent me from the abyss
And my loneliness have turned into sweet wine that I drank
With Bacchus I bathe on the springs of callous revelry
For you my moonlight, my heavenly star I wake
The most beautiful being
My eyes ever laid upon
Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
And that was it
The final curtain has been drawn
And the candle that lit the
Backstage has been
Completely extinguished
Now you can only smell
The faint smoke rising
In the air
That memory slowly drifting
Away in darkness
Slowly fading from consciousness
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 1:38 PM UTC
Only god forgives,
Not the mason’s hammer
Nor the worker’s fists;
Only god forgives,
Not the farmer’s sickle
Nor their plows sitting idle
On lands they can’t toil;
Only god forgives,
Not the writer’s pen
Bleeding the ink of indignation,
Overflowing with grief and anger;
Wizards transmuting pencil lead
Into bullets that can pierce the hollow man’s breast;
Only god forgives,
Not the artist’s brush
Stripping naked the arrogance of centuries
On the turbulent canvas of history
For everyone to see:
That it is men and not gods
That block the sun rising in the East
High above their steel mountains
Holding the moon ransom,
Locked in prison never to dream,
Never to give solace nor the sereneness of sleep
Only god forgives, only gods forgive!
Not the restless masses, not the people rising!
Only god forgives, only god betrays
But never our hands, our fists,
Never our hearts, never our memories!
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 4:07 AM UTC
how do you lose someone
in a day, in hours,
in a matter of minutes;
where speculation and heartache
and anger and disgust ferment
in the void left
by the absence of communication?
is it the sin of pride
to chain Hermes?
not to let him out of sight
for his flight could mean
vacillation?
an admittance of weakness;
so that even the tenderest
of loves becomes hard like stone
impervious to woos
indestructible even with
pleas of mercy
not even the Adarna's tears
can revive our atrophied hearts
would it be much easier to forget
than to reconcile?
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 4:03 AM UTC
My soul now slowly breaks
Off into the cold nothingness,
The abyss glows ever powerfully
Like a phosphorescent wind,
Glowing like auroras dancing
In the winter skies of my desolation.
And yet I have found meaning
In the darkest of days.
When the clouds of death and chaos
Descends upon me like a raging storm,
Gushing, overflowing, in torrents, tormenting.
In the arms of comrades I gather my strength,
To dismantle the despair eating my lungs,
Keeping me from breathing the stardust
Raining down from the ashes of god
The unholy hour will soon be on its head!
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
I am not writing about the end of times,
because the end is near
Or the mere presence of it, out there peeking,
from the swaying curtains of of the midnight sun
A haunting aura of eternal despair,
slowly walking towards my mortal shell
Exposing my mortal pretensions, threatening, frightening
I am not writing about the end of times,
I am writing about me as I face annihilation;
as my soul anticipates the crash, the big bang,
the unceremonious end!
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC
The watch has ended its usefulness -
Time is on a stand still and every second
Is dragged into a long deafening silence
As each drop multiplies into long synapses,
Until it ceases to exist, and implodes due to its nonexistence.
There is a quiet disquiet of encased thoughts
Amid the flashing fluorescence of multi-colored
Memories of the heralding of the new dawn,
As the cold contemptuous swings of air
Rushes through the derelict stations the mind,
As a spirit haunting, in search of reason and meaning,
Or in search for a beginning and an end.
Journeying through byzantine conduits
Scouring the space for a panacea for eternal returns.
And I am here in my lonesome
Waiting for ghosts to haunt me in my waking,
I'm itching to hear them drag their heavy footsteps
My ears ring in the absence of their whispers.
Now my heart has stopped, not because of death
But because death has lost its meaning.
I have lost my mind as I have lost my edge
In writing long drawn out sentences
For the consumption of the absurd - an offering
To the deep abyss of thoughts .
I have turned into a dull blade in my futile attempt to cut
Through the dense meat of time and space
Pining for a piece of tender reality
Ghosts are dead, memories have faded,
And all I have left is this profound vacancy.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC