And if all the colors came together
To form the purest rainbow
I think I would still prefer your eyes like the pacific
And if the stars came down and danced before my eyes
I think I would still prefer to count the freckles that litter your body like the night sky
Darling
You could hand me all the time in the world
A clock with infinite hours
And it still would never be enough time at your side

how do you stop them,
these pipette-fed ruby furies?
it is the escape that paints itself
in a shade of night,
a chain of palms away.
thinking makes it so,
   so right.
look how they stay silent,
mouthless ghosts,
floating
     and
   never
          fully
     formed.

Dear ribbons of waterflame,
                       gold, green and blue
                swathes itself around my palms,
                                                            beco­ming
            a ball of radiant waters that floats in
          cupped hands and at the thought of
      love, it buds and curls like a lily's
petal
       and
             the years of hushed times
                  eat at my very soul, nulling
                      deafening me to the music
                             of the mint-dark sky,
                                of the flame-thorn sun
                          of the bone-white stars
                 My feet are kissed by the
            star-studded shores, washing,
       relieving the
  fragments of my shattered
past
I keep the shell of my hope
  shielded
      in my *****, near the heart
        My eyes dancing zultanites
           With my gaze on the horizon
                   rise the clouds of trouble
                    How long will I plan to thrive
                  when I am but a shrinking violet
            cold, iced with scorn
          but
       I am the Mistress of Waterflame
    Daughter of the Mers
and
  Scion of the Dragon Line

     So blood will bend and billow
         like flowers
            So fits the one of the skies and sea
             An expert who delivers in
        the trade of
    death


But the hope in my ***** pulses
      As my bloodlust evulses


                As I dream of the warmth that will soothe my weary

Dalawang katapusan,
Sa bawat pangyayari,
Tagumpay o kabiguan,
Di ka makakapili.


Hindi tiyak ang lahat,
Tamis ba o alat,
Ano ang magiging timpla?
Hangganan, anong lasa?

Mapait, mapakla,
Ang mabigo't walang mapala,
Pinagkaitan ng tadhana,
Biniyayaan ng luha.


Dahil wala namang tiyak,
Ika'y ngingiti o baka naman iiyak,
Sa lahat ng pagkakataon maaari kang mabigo,
At ang kalungkutan ang sayo'y susundo.

We are what our parents' parents
taught them to fear.
The atom of liberated thought,
the shallow, the queer, the lazy.
We are what our fathers were not,
or what they never had the ***** to be.
We are united by the hypothesis
of instant pleasure.
We are measured by dollar signs,
nickels, dimes, roaring down
Penny Lane blaring hip-hop,
dropping the surnames and
blaming the slave trade for
the stains on our rap sheets.
We are what comes after the comma
in the history book sentence,
sentenced to life in mind-drug prison.
Listen!
We are going nowhere but forward.
We are the generation of disorder,
hoarders of unrealized potentials
who cross borders
just to say we did so.
We are the flame of ******* science
turning your bibles into embers.
We are the generation that
remembers to forget.
Let us take an inch and we will
turn it into a mile so you can
watch us march down it single-file
while you pray to god we don't
make it to Capitol Hill.
You know we will.
Listen!
We are the generation.

Oh how I miss
The kindness
Warm words
Encouragement

Strangers with smiles
Friends hiding amongst rhymes
Tears that make us desire a hug
The human spirit truly shines

All one needs to say
Is Hello

Poetry then follows

Everyone thinks

I have the perfect smile

But no one stops

To check

If it's real

So it must be true

Crooked Smiles

Tell it all.