You accompany the eastern wayward winds,
With your morning greetings, warm like the sun;
Waking our household and all its mundane delights
Like the intro to an upbeat Bee Gees song.
You blend comical antics into the rough routines
Like The Beatles' chorus filled with seasoned humor;
Chasing away the boring notes and sad refrains
Over lunch table and afternoon coffee hours.
You double-check the locks before the lights go out
Like a Sinatran bridge looking for guarantees
You rest in a fulfilled outro, but always prepared
To sing every unknown tomorrow's melodies.
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 9:35 PM UTC
I could always go to a laundromat
Toss away the basket without a care
But your handwash is still the standard
And up to this day, it's beyond compare.
You can topple mountains of ***** clothing
Even before the sun gets to call it noon
Taking your skillful palms to a rhythm
More powerful than a wild monsoon.
With natural precision and technique
You'd feel each fabric and make them clean
A stream of colors that changes every week
You unfold them neatly for the humid winds.
From silly pants and hand-me-downs
You leveled wrinkles and washed the grimes
To buttoned shirts and graduation gowns
Your hands have stood the test of time.
Dried and folded, ironed and hanged
It's nothing short of a magical sight
A bundle of comfort, a pile of warmth
Just a peak of your motherly might.
May 7, 2022
May 7, 2022 at 8:33 PM UTC
Our paperweight memories hang on
Like the calendar tearing its own pages
The edges unmade yet the cut runs deep
Scarred by empty dates you left to bleed.
The inks melt back into pure redundance
Losing all sense of value and meaning
The texts and tiles start to loathe existence
Shedding their hues and desire for being.
The days fall down like parched petals
Plucked and branded by the cruel sun
Their ashes swallowed by halfway moons
Waxed and waned by a loveless tune.
The weeks smothered by tempered nights
Slept soundly through the better months
Hoping to come awake in a freefall light
After the final sheet forsakes the dawn.
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 6:54 PM UTC
The hooves graced the stage
And we artlessly digress
Like a bed of scorpions
Beneath turned stones
Unhinged and entranced
By the dance of flesh and bones.
Stings tremble with anticipation
Cowardly poised to poison
Perfecting pretense for defense
All scrambling for impunity
Among misbegotten virtues
And self-serving fidelities.
The vassals to a bloodborne crown
Trade nations for silken sheets
Hoping that the toast of upheaval
Could fill the hungry beast
But the glass refills another round
For a charade of witless relief.
Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 9:34 PM UTC
I pray for warmth;
One that soothes and lingers,
To burn despite the chill;
To kindle dampened hearts.
The ember of grace,
May it not die out,
From the biting cold and wet.
May the flame endure the spite,
Of untamed weathers;
That it blaze without ceasing,
Unyielding but kind.
Let it light a pyre of hope;
Amidst the windswept rubbles,
Of the tempest past.
May it resonate what signals lost,
And restore where wires are cut.
Let this beacon carry,
Words of homebound comfort;
And reach places where refuge,
Still has not been.
May scattered shards and rocks,
Find their rightful place;
For the mud and dust to bind,
The stones of a stronger hearth.
Let it mend lives,
Burdened from palm to sole.
May it help kindred faces,
Find lost and forgotten smiles;
Let them gather again brightly,
Like the stars of December skies.
Dec 23, 2021
Dec 23, 2021 at 5:07 PM UTC
For what are lies but ugly words
Cruelly dressed in fancy clothes
Which came to grace the masquerade
Until their very meaning erodes.
The truth in every swearer's tongue
Hummed loudly like an untamed gong
And ears bled out from aching songs
Unbridled by unmuted wrongs.
The host is left without respite
From ghosts that haunt the drunken night
The table unset, the music died
Without recompense, without requite.
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 10:03 AM UTC
Stuck in the limbo
Of your pretty face
Ever fallen from grace
Living dead by the gallows.
I stood trial in the court
Of your moonlit eyes
Every breath testified
To such sweet sorrow.
Your smile stripped the truth
Like a warm and cruel sentence
Your laugh was the small crowd
That broke the deafening silence.
The jury of your loud whispers
Set my crimes on a chase
Waiting for this heart to flicker
From a loosely sealed embrace.
This wise fool barely breathes
Despite your present absence
To the comfortable misery
Of a lovestruck conscience.
Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 4:50 AM UTC
Let me be that brittle, fragile, earthenware
Hold me by the hand and bring me anywhere
Let's enjoy the view above the terrace or attic
You can call me "clay" but I'd prefer "ceramic".
I will keep you warm in your cold mornings
Complete your breakfast if you don't feel like eating
I might come in too hot, careful not to get burned
Press your lips on the lid but don't look too concerned.
Place me gently on the table before you read a book
Drink on me slowly between the gobbledygook
You can stir my soul while you stir your mind
I'll run out of heat and you'll run out of time.
You can color me silly with a shot of espresso
Or water me down barely to make americano
I can be anything inside your bag of beans
Take me as I am or enrich me with some cream.
I won't mind turning sweet or tasting bitter
You can pour one cup or the whole **** liter
Lather me with soap when you're done partaking
Put me down the shelf or just leave me hanging.
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 4:55 AM UTC
Let me be snared by the tangles of unrefined evenings
To see the beauty of stark lightlessness in full bloom
Plunging half the world to an interlude of sleep
In the impermanence of her enigmatic abyss.
Let Chaos retreat to the comfort of his wayward nest
So I can enjoy a soliloquy of peace and quiet
Let the humdrum noises melt into the pitch black darkness
Until I find my clarity beneath hushed blankets.
Things tumble to their sealed fates like board pieces
Untethered by the vanities of this dog eat dog world.
The silence only broken by the chirping of crickets
Mended by the flutter of night birds as the stillness unfolds.
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 7:27 AM UTC
Life finds a way
Everything is a cliché
Brace for come what mays.
Tango with the wind
Rustle through your skin
Ripple from within.
Fall and bounce back
Cut some needed slack
Plan a counterattack.
Search for your truths
Celebrate the fruits
Remember your roots.
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 9:49 AM UTC