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Breeze 7d
the signal is reignited
its enthralling glow wavers uncertainly
amidst the rubble and broken strings

I search for [that] light

[its] comforting catharsis
will shine bright
even after the next age.
Breeze Jun 21
faded laptop musings
eye gouging blaring light
chapped lips, jelly mind
thick as the saliva you swallow

tired, tipsy love songs put to bed
tapping, blitzing, blathering screens
an alternative to rest

sweet, sweet rest

sleep, yes sleep
weep and wallow if you can

sunset, sunrise

tired eyes
tired mind
Breeze Jun 11
it's been 5 weeks  since I quit smoking
I used to smoke half a box a week
and the only reason I haven't relapsed
is because it's one of the only things I have left from you
Breeze Jun 4
A sickness has lingered among the common folk
a cloister of sweat and hacking, the people
packed like sardines, cannot be avoided 
between the houses the graves are full 
of untested souls, death-rattles with no heed 
The Change-Maker is scheming
with private jets, Mañanitas and trolls 
The Palace like a barong, heavily starched
and the restless soldiers clad in white
tirelessly swab their glutinous snouts 
constantly crossing the crowded corridors
only to join the dead voices
with their hospital rooms, freshly emptied
no plan is in sight
the people, tossing  their hopes and livelihood
like coins, into a dark and murky river 
with faith, but with no guarantee of return
injustice has grown case after case, 
on our own soil, in the desperate hearts of our countrymen
day by day, the cries grow increasingly silent
[A homage poem to Pablo Neruda’s The Dictators]
This poem refers to the latest issues in the Philippines on the COVID-19 virus with how government has been handling it. With incidents such as the failure to provide mass-testing, a negligent GCQ, immunity of certain government officials, inequality in testing priorities, and especially the nearing approval of the Anti-Terrorism Bill.
Breeze Jun 3
In this time of nationwide uncertainty
violence, dissent

with our voices joining the people screaming for change
as we are threatened to be silenced

I stop myself  throughout the day
always asking Him to always protect you
always asking Him to keep you safe.
for jovian
  May 25 Breeze
E. E. Cummings
let’s live suddenly without thinking

under honest trees,
                        a stream
does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling
-water pursues the angry dream
of the shore. By midnight,
                                a moon
scratches the skin of the organised hills

an edged nothing begins to prune

let’s live like the light that kills
and let’s as silence,
                            because Whirl’s after all:
(after me)love,and after you.
I occasionally feel vague how
vague idon’t know tenuous Now-
spears and The Then-arrows making do
our mouths something red,something tall
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