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RLF RN Nov 2015
How can it be known?
If with abhorrence,
    you are filled with.
How can it be felt?
If being inconsolable,
     was all you ever did.
Whatever's lost is lost,
all that's damaged are damaged.
The cure to oblivion,
    please remember, is
    to cognize -- LOVE.

Just love.
Love her.
  Nov 2015 RLF RN
James Marcro
Sometimes I feel as if my heart's not in place,
As if it's jumped from my chest straight up to my face
It starts out slow, crawling inch by inch
Up to my neck with a squeeze and a pinch
It squeezes my thoughts and brings tears to my eyes
But they will not fall, I cannot cry
Then I see your face and my heart stops it's climb
It's tight in my neck, no more are you mine
My muscles tense up as I turn my head right
And my heart moves again, this is not the end of the fight
It's now in my throat and my breathing's reversed
This ride must be over, my heart's bout' to burst
I miss you, I miss you, more than you know,
More than the sun shines, on untouched snow
More than the trees miss the summer glow
More than I wish I had so long ago,
And I walk away, I walk away slow
Like a man with no heart where yours should go
My Heart's still up in my throat sending beats through my soul
These beats fall loudly, a heart deafening stroll
They tell me things that I already know,
With you, Without you,
I will never be whole
RLF RN Nov 2015
Tulad ng kahit sino,
siya'y isa ring hamak
na nilalang na naghahanap
ng pag-ibig, at iibigin.
Hanggang isang araw,
ika'y kaniyang nakita
mula sa malayo.
Matangkad ka, kung kaya't
agad niyang napansin ang iyong tikas.
Kasing tikas mo ang damdamin,
sa kanya'y umusbong
alinsabay sa iyong pagdating.

Sa tuwing ika'y kaniyang nakikita,
siya'y lihim na napapangiti.
Ang liwanag na minsan ng nakubli
sa kanyang araw-araw,
ay iyong ibinalik.
Binigyang sibol mo ang pananahimik
ng kaniyang puso na minsa'y
napabayaan at nasaktan.

Kaya't salamat sayo,
bagama't hindi pa siguro
napapanahon.
Upang iyong malaman,
itong espesyal na pagtangi
na sa iyo'y kanyang inilaan.
Marahil, sapat na muna
na ika'y kanyang masilayan
kahit man lamang,
sa malayuan.
RLF RN Nov 2015
Ilang taon na ang nakalipas
ng huli kong masilayan
ang haplos ng pag-asa.
Ang paghangad na makapiling ka,
na siyang nabaon lamang
sa alikabok ng kahapon.

Halintulad sa isang bangungot,
ang sakit at pait na kanyang dinulot.
Kahit anung pagsusumidhing magising
ang gawin, hindi matanggal-tanggal
ang sakit at bakas ng pag-asang
paulit-ulit na binigo.

Sa mataimtim na panalangin,
sinubukan kong idaan.
Huwag lamang bumitiw
sa pangakong dala ng pag-asa.
Sa bandang huli, subalit
akin ring napagtanto,
mga naturing na panalangin,
para bang mga salita,
na isinambit lamang sa alapaap,
hindi dinidinig ng nasa Itaas.

Kaya't ako'y sumusuko na.
Tama na. Sukdulan na
ang pighati ng aking puso
na umaapaw sa kirot,
na nagdurugo dahil
sa ipinagkait na pag-asa.

Parang isang pilas na papel,
na sinulatan at minarkahan
para lamang lukutin, itapon, at
nagmistulang balewala --
walang isinulat at hindi sinulatan.
  Nov 2015 RLF RN
Lora Lee
If you are in love
And you must go out the door
I have some advice
That I have learned
From yore

Break your lady gently
for though she is made
from the strongest of glass
She can still shatter
Into shards
Upon the silken grass
And it will take ages
To find those thin, tiny slivers
To glue them together,
An almost impossible task
As your hands
Shake and shiver

Break your lady gently
But slice not too deep
For she is still yours,
Even if not to keep
She might rise up
Again
In your heart
And make it bloom
She will still
Calm your soul
And your every wound
And so, fair Lord,
Only if you
absolutely must
Break her down gently
But alas---
keep her trust
RLF RN Nov 2015
For my craving, satisfy me
of this spicy, loathsome
inclination of my restless soul.
You, from the Caribbean Sea--
Santiago, let your
ambrosia signifies of how
your people colloquially
refers you, as "Rock".

Santiago, a refuge
you were once for the Jews.
As desirably firm as you are,
abolish me of these crisp desires
for they renders me with nothing,
but mere pertubation.

Oh Santiago, obscure me
inside your dry rain - shadow
areas, relatively.
For a while, conceal me
so I may somehow be
healed of this tempestuous outburst.

Sing me a lullaby, Santiago.
With such unique culture
of yours, infect me.
To be vibrant, and
to become Jamaican.
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