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I have walked my paved and beaten roads
crossed my old and new bridges
and jumped my low and high hurdles,
unrelentingly... allowing nothing...or no one
to rise before me...and tell me : you are wrong,
when, i feel it so strong...that i am right!
no reason could be saner than what I've been taught
no voice, could be more reasonable...or gentler
than those voices of my folks...my childhood...my past,
nothing, or, no one...can ever destroy...or impede
this bursting...yet tempered love within...
i let it grow, the right way i know
i let it nourish my soul,
for, it saves me...from sunrise, to moon glow...


Sally

Copyright June 16, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
(Monsoon Moments 3)

The Chart is speaking to me
telling me......time has spilled over,
and, shaded most parts of the pie;

the space beyond the three quarters,
is what catches my eyes.........the pie,
looks like a clock, with only a quarter left,
its hands, hurriedly ticking......emphasizing
making it clearer......there is no turning back;

my to-do list alerts me
got to spend my hours...days,
all the more wiser now,
before the last piece of my pie,
before the last slice of my life,
gets consumed...........and, finally,
be...shaded....completely,
..........by.....time........


Sally

Copyright June 14, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...oh, dear...the rains are making me ponder too much....
Transparent or stained,
The choice is yours to make.
Either pristine or grand,
It always seemed adamant;
Yet one slip away it shatters.
Your perfect piece, ruined.
Your image, destroyed.
Sudden scattering;

Piece

By

Piece.

Hold

Carelessly,

Wou­nd

Your
self

Pro
fuse
ly.

Put

It

To
ge
t­her

Again,

Watch yourself fail miserably.

Look

At

Your

Effort

Crumble.

Sulk
­
At

Your

Own

Foo
lish
ness.

N
o
t

­A
l
l

T
h
i
n
g
s

B
r­
o
k
e
n

C
a
n

B
e

P
­u
t

T
o
g
e
t
h
e
r

A­
g
a
i
n
**.
Glue ain't helping you honey
poetry lets go
what
the body
can no
longer hold.
Hi. :)
you take
refuge in your flight

on your pinions
you gracefully
adorn the
smudged
sky

while i?
i lie tethering
my ankles to the

ground


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/21/2016
I wish I could get out of this funk. I'm My Own Worst Enemy quite often. I believe self-pity to be the greatest hindrance to spirituality there is.

^¡^
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