Oh soul, oh life, oh breath! I turn to see your face, not plagued by night skies, not faithless!
we wish to fly free, taintless,
and did we not love and forgive,
over and over again,
For it was never about them,
but us,
wasn’t it?-L.D.

I am Heaven found but Hell bound with a broken heart and a dead hound. No light house, just dead sounds with dead bodies spread out like chewing gum. See saw, I saw to be fore seen, broken bones, blood spills like crack cups leaks coffee. See the moonlight, lies because the moon's dull like a rusty blade with three lines call it a three line.

Seven Seven no Six Six The devil's son did a flip kick, Dromos smiles and sits quick as Lilith falls back smudging her lipstick. God laughs saying "who would have thought this", that man down fall would be so bliss to Devil eyes such a Netflix.

But get this you see the moon right, with its great form and moonlight, but far away it's just a moon site with no friends but stars you get the mood right. Some lonely ****, some deep holy pit, such as the hole we dig same as the hole we slipped.

The Devil's moon shines on man's night like a God eye that never cease sight, that never blinks or move or even sleep tight but red glows in the midnight. I am a mɪskrɪəntz just like you are, no where near and no where far, but it's more stuck on me burning like hot tar, I would spare your life but I want to leave a scar.

I am Heaven found but Hell bound with a broken heart and a dead hound. No light house, just dead sounds with dead bodies spread out like chewing gum. See saw, I saw to be fore seen, broken bones, blood spills like crack cups leaks coffee. See the moonlight, lies because the moon's dull like a rusty blade with three lines call it a three line.

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Overfilled dams released
khaki-brown rainwaters, while
slate gray stormy winds brought
down houses and lamp posts,
helpless trees were uprooted,
branches, sliced off their trunks
greens became hues of dark olive-brown.
red roofs floated, fire came in their midst

rain wasn't crystal clear as it used to be
death's color became faded elephant gray
lives were snatched as hands held tight,
emotions died in those brown flood waters

2020 painted my country's canvas
with the gloomiest shades of sepia

still,
my people rise from inundation,
gray lava and tremors,
while they breathe,
they live on,
as before.
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Sally

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
November 6, 2020