Seven seas but did you know there is an eighth?
And it lies right beneath my waist
such a sacred place
it flows with such grace
An oasis
That you’ll wish you could sail on an everyday basis
Come and take a sip
Let my water drip from your Lips
Now it’s time to take a dip
No need to implore
Only the worthiest can explore
Let my waves splash against your shore
Hold on tight while my waves rock your core
Can you handle more?
Or is my sea too galore

My Silence is so loud
Bad thoughts stuffing my head with black clouds
A storm is brewing
Anger, anguish, and agony is spewing
The wind of despair is blustering
All my happiness and blissfulness is flustering
Why is silence louder than thunder
My whole body is starting to shudder
Bolts of Lightening full of my blunder
Are causing me to flounder
My silence is so loud I can not abstain
This is no summer rain
It’s a tropical storm
A typhoon full of pass sins and sorrow is starting to form
I can’t take any more
Please sun come out I can’t handle this brain storm
My silence is too loud

Set ablaze by the forceful flame of  fallaciousness and failure
Fueled by my foolishness
It’s burns with such passion
A flame that can not be contained
it’s too massive
Ashes Ashes
I burn to the ground
Everything I thought I knew comes crumbling down
The smell of burned expectations
Is all around
Nothing left but a pile of dust on the ground
My whole life unwound
Yet I can see so clearly now
This flame of pain cleared up a new domain
Even after a wildfire life still remains
Like a phoenix I have arisen from the flames
This lesson will not be taken in vain
I now know my worth...This is my rebirth

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This isn't about being numbed,
or blinded....and most definitely
not being an ingrate.

an eerie feeling came with a breeze:
a  life of long ago
came back......and lingered,
fed my hungry mind with
resurrected difficult moments.

there were tears.....and  laughter,
our feelings, our heartbeats were heard,
we had that kind of warmth...a nearness
only we, could possess.

t'was like brewing coffee....waiting,
'til bubbles started seething,
aroma and taste were satisfying,
steam...evaporating.
what remained in the carafe
got cold...became  stale and rough
to the mouth.
confused heart,
refused to fall apart.
how hard it had been at the start,
our kites flew high
so did our sighs.

how could expected changes,
how could progress be trailed by an emptiness?
why did i hear a pricking whisper of discontent?

plans didn't stop........i thought,
half the ladder was high enough.
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somewhere along the way
....why did love have to stray?

a smoke of displeasure
took a long while...to disappear
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in those times of simple dreams,
our humble needs and wants did scream
some days may have been dim,
still................we were a team.


...i miss...those hungry years...
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Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 1, 2018