"4 of 6" started trending
Three Remains Pending
3-the poet's dilemma
2-the Echo of silence

it was AROUND SIX PM something OCTOBER 6
when i realizes that the word octo,
doesn't really always mean EIGHT.
bcoz our Dear Eliot help me learned 503

sheer but seamlessly to fit and be right.
From the high officials to the bottom ranks  ...
I held my head way up high!
And yet there was something building beneath the surface.

existence simply deny the significance of essence that can possibly resolved whatever in-between principles and pride!

Therefore to open the end of slow dusk,
... the key is in the beginning of dawn.

so must I start again with an ethic
although I'm so outdated
Next to This OCTOber 10
is My 1 of 6----The Unwritten Epic

In chambers deep, where verses hide,
Two spirits dwell, side by side.
Aurora's smile, a summer's day,
Luna's gaze, where shadows play.

They offer love, a boundless sea,
Yet bind my soul in misery.
For every word, a double edge,
A promise made, a broken pledge.

I am a bard, with pen in hand,
But cannot write what I command.
Two loves entwined, a tragic rhyme,
Echoing through the halls of time.

In realms of verse, where hearts entwine,
Two stars emerge, their beauty shine.
Elara's grace, a gentle stream,
Seraphina's fire, a vibrant dream.


06:16 PM
" The Unspoken Verse "

No sonnet penned, no ballad sung,
Can ease the ache upon my tongue.
Two hearts entwined, for me they beat,
A symphony of love, bittersweet.

One, like the dawn, serene and fair,
The other, dusk, with passion rare.
Each holds a piece I cannot lose,
A poet's heart, he cannot choose.

In silent verse, my love I send,
Hoping somehow, their hearts will mend.
For in this dance, I play no part,
But watch two loves tear me apart.

My words, my art, cannot decide,
Where true affection should reside.
For in their eyes, a mirror bright,
Reflects my soul in endless night.

" the Echoing must Rhyme "
OCTOber 5 , 2025

🤔🤔

😉🥰

🤫😘

it's a Yes !
Yes it is .
=^-^=
to see a sea.
or
to be a bee.
both bothering me,
whether if my boat
able to sail even weather
not so fine nor the turn table
be so loud in it's playing dot .

I maybe a dreamer
or even a pretender.

some people say
I'm a smooth Driver ,
some women say
I'm a sweet Lover !

yet I Let
my self feel it
grieving ....

and get support
when I needed it !
.... mourning

until one day
I mold a clay
what if ... ?

when title goes down
as if from dusk till dawn ...
that's the time I let my reader
to be involve and became my inscriber

© OCTOber 4 - OCTOber 9 ®

Ang lungkot 😥at inis 😡ay simbolo ng senyales na kaya nating magawang pigilan Ang ating paghinga pero Hindi Ang tibok ng puso pati na iba pang mga nasa at sanA na napapaloob sa tinitibok nito...
....
Ngunit Kapag natungkab na ang Langib at hayaang maghilom ang emosyon sa pamamagitan ng muling pagtataklob sa nananariwang dinaramdam...
Mauulit uli sa bandang huli Ang sikLo ng Kagalingan.

Tulad ng Isang hakbang sa bawat baitang
Paakyat man o pababa ?
Nasa dulo pa man o bandang gitna pa...
Laging naririyan Ang tawag ng gabay
Parating naghihintay sa KANANG Kamay ...
....sa tuwing ang kaliwa naman ay nasa kabilang HANAY .

At sa paanan ng hagdanan
bibihira Ang may namamangHa😮
Habang ako naman ay patuloy lang na lumilikom ng mga hangarin ...🌛🌞
...na para bang nasa pasilyo ng pangarap Ang aking talampakan habang namamangKa 🙏

© 24th day of JULY
2025 , THIRST DAY

sinulat ni :
solEmn oaSis

To God be the Glory !

What’s meant stays,  
quiet and sure.  
  
True love waits,  
even when we turn away.  
  
What isn’t ours  
slips,  
like water,  
gone before we know it.