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Dizzying heights
This soul has scaled
Pinnacle of glory
Euphoric moment
Kissing the softness
Sky is the limit
But this passion
To reach beyond
And touch the depths
In-between this journey
Much is revealed
Soul is testimony
To the eternal journey
And the zeal to win
I
felt
maybe
I had lost
you, the very
same  time  your
messages vanished.
T'was like an O M E N,
that very same time...you
d i s a p p e a r e d,  without
a word. .........How do i tell you,
better i lost you, now...f o r e v e r 
how do i tell you...............never come
back to me----now, later, just stay away 
FOREVER.......Stop these  sLOw   moving 
moments.........I don't need more tormenting 
thoughts................no more strain, no more pain 
for my bleeding....broken heart..........pinned down
lower, by your COLD SILENCE, and INDIFFERENCE.
How do I tell you...............................I'll be fine without you?

Sally

Copyright  2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
I am haunting the past,
my own,
and the others
who cast me aside.

Pearl after pearls before the swine found
back in the backyards of the backyard of time.
I am haunting the past.

The constant in me and at last or
somewhere near there
I share what remains,
the bain or the bane of my youth?
the pain of the truth that
stains the sidewalks with blood.

I am haunting the past and
I'm good at it.
 Mar 2015 NuurSeraph
Helen
He sang a song about Love
and the hurt that it causes

She sang about a broken heart
and to always look forwards

He sang about different times

She sang perfectly
in different rhymes

He sang about how
she will never come home

She sang about how
it will never be known

that two people
with one song in their heart
sing about distance
when they should never
be apart

He sang in a deep voice
about his most devout fear
that although she was close
she was far from near

She sang in a sweet voice
that her love had not died
even if he lay next to her
touching her
their Love was undefined

He sang
She sang
a different tune
creating a melody
that would belong

Tone deaf to the fact
they were singing
*the same song
The threefold terror of love; a fallen flare
Through the hollow of an ear;
Wings beating about the room;
The terror of all terrors that I bore
The Heavens in my womb.

Had I not found content among the shows
Every common woman knows,
Chimney corner, garden walk,
Or rocky cistern where we tread the clothes
And gather all the talk?

What is this flesh I purchased with my pains,
This fallen star my milk sustains,
This love that makes my heart's blood stop
Or strikes a Sudden chill into my bones
And bids my hair stand up?
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