I always write my poetry
on grey rainy days.
when the paper catches
the ink from my quill
like teardrops.
And even the clouds weep.

I remember when we first met as children,
we would splash in the puddles
with lime green rubber boots.
I knew even then I would marry her.

Our hearts sang together in the rain.
I have lost her.
she is now beyond the clouds
that bring the sweet rain.

Now a lifetime later
Even when the sickness came
and her last day called to her.
She asked me is it raining my love.
I said quietly yes my angel its raining.

Take me outside
I want to feel the rain
for one last time.
I carried her to the garden
and the pure misty rain
drenched our clothes

Dance me in the rain
she whispered’
I held her like a baby
and carried her in a dance
the rain pattering its gentle rhythm.

Now even after forever.
When it rains
I sit on my covered porch
and read my poems to her.

And I know in a far away
place that knows no pain or darkness
her fingers are pressed against a window pane.
Outside the scene is olive green
and soft gentle rain falls forever.
and my poems are playing in her heart.

It was friendly love,
The way they pushed him off a flight of stairs,
Crippled him emotionally to extent, no one cares,
Deflated his ego whenever it was apparent,
Crushed his soul by mentioning the loss of his parent,
Tore his world apart by the cruel nature of words,
Their own ferocity and cruelty they never heard,
For it was not their reality crumbling brick by brick,
Imparting a daunting nightmare for a mind becoming sick.
        Its was friendly love....
                                            At least that was what they called it...

It seems as if the only purpose of life is to give its guests a hard time.
The inhabitants of this world regularly engage with their demons without having an escape.
They're trapped in an abusive relationship with their mistakes,
Seduced by their pains and manipulated by the familiarity it provides.
They start feeling like family, like home, like all you've ever known was that feeling at the deep end so time and time again you choose it.
Instead of looking for a way out, you lie on the mess you've made.
Why does our minds trick us so?
Never giving up the role of authority, disregarding the presence of the Trinity.
It gives orders like a general training its soldiers for a suicide mission. I'm on a suicide mission.
Made up of glass shards and all the other parts of me he broke on a single mission, hellbent on destroying my very being mission.
Sin is a lover as cunning and sly as a snake.
He says he sees your beauty despite all of your mistakes.
What a tragedy! he says....it's a good thing because it matches his profanity.
His nature of bending the rules as if it was made of elastic and not God's iron fist must have warned you to stay away from him.
But the bad ones always have the charm and they pull you closer and **** your soul until there's nothing left anymore.
But a righteous lamb was slain for the entertainment of the bloodthirsty hyenas screaming for something, someone to blame for their fake faith, second-rate theology.
Tetelestai; THIS IS IT
This is the time your world's supposed to turn around but why is mine turning anti-clockwise?
I've always been a follower of Christ yet I still feel the way I did when I was a child.
Is there a curse put upon poetry?
Do all writers write from their own empty souls begging for a story?
With hedonistic urges propelling our descent?

Lumuha ka aking / lumuluhang puso!
Iluha mo'ng lahat
ng kanyang larawan, / pagkasi't pagsuyo.
Lumuha ka dahil / nawala't naglaho
ang minsang nilasap
na pag-ibig niyang / may samyo at samo.
Lumuha ka puso, / lumuha ka puso!
Dahil siya'y huwad
na umibig sa'yong / kay raming pangako.
Iluha mo'ng lahat / ng kanyang napako
at hindi natupad
na pangakong puro / sa lalang at biro.
Lumuha ka puso, / lumuha kang lalo!
Lumuha kang ganap
dahil puso niya, pala'y pusong tuso.
Lumuha ka aking / lumuluhang puso...
Ngayon ka umiyak
habang marami pang / luhang tumutulo.

Do you write poetry to get it all out
Or to hide it?
Do you  write because  you  want to scream
And shout, or because you cant hide it?

I write when  im lonely
When the demons inside me get roudy
When the drugs  come a'howlin
And my familys looking over  me,
Frowning

I write  when the slits on my wrists  look like the telephone  lines i should be calling
But instead of screaming i just end up scrawling
All my pathetic  overstated  woes
Right here

So  facilitate  me, you strangers
Love this post.  Even though i hate it
Youve no idea the dangers im in
Trying to stay  away from that whole bottle of gin
In the corner

Facilitate  my anxieties
Show me your  all just sheep
Flocking  to  litterature like the  bowls of soup attract the meak

Im not a person here.
None of you really care
Are you even self aware
Do you know That even though its poetry
Theres a person  there?

I rely upon the smile to deceit
For every person it's a repeat.

They talk to the smile and it replies
While I watch, as they eat the lies.

They compliment and gesture
The mask smiles and responds, so pure.

No one sees the face from under the mask
With the flawless smile seemingly everlast.

It takes a person with the same painted smile so see the darkness behind.
As it brings upon the pain that will make your thoughts rewind.

It takes the same smile to know what has to be done.
To remove each other's mask and say that you have won.

I sit here and re-read what I have written down.
My smile agrees, but with a frown.

Kung puwede lamang / na siya'y limutin
Di na sana noon pa'y / wala ng paggiliw
Kung puwede nga lang / itago't ilihim
Ang kanyang balaning / umakit sa akin
Di sana tuyo na'ng / nunuyong damdamin
At ang pagluhog ko'y / noon pa natigil
Kung puwede lamang / na di maging dahil
Ng kasawian ko / na siya'y ibigin
Di sana tapos na / ang kundiman namin
At lipas nang lahat / ang aking hilahil
Kung puwede lamang / na siya'y limutin
Ang sugat ng puso'y / ampat na marahil




* Ang panandang / ay tanda ng sesura (caesura sa Ingles)

Matulog ka hirang / at kata'y tutulak
Sa landas ng gabing / humahalimuyak
Doo'y tutuparin / ng ating pangarap
Lahat ng pagsuyo't / pag-ibig na hanap

Kata'y aaliwin / ng mga kundiman
At patutulugin / ng hanging mahinay
Pag-ibig ang ating / magiging himlayan
Sa harap ng tala't / mga bulalakaw

Sa landas ng tuwa / kata'y matutulog
Lilipas ang hirap / lahat malilimot
Lalaya ang diwa't / mga bungang-tulog
Sa tulong ng gabing / lipos ng pag-irog

Kata'y maglalampong / nang buong hinahon
Wala ni sinuman / ang makatututol
Huhuni't aawit / ang lahat ng ibon
Titigil ang luhang / sa mata'y nanalong

Lamang ang hangad ko'y / iyong mamalasin
Ang aking pintuhong / hindi magmamaliw
Sukat na sa akin / na iyong ibigin
At kung ibigin ma'y / umibig ka giliw!

Tena at humimbing / sa gabing tahimik
Na nilalambungan / ng nunungong langit
Mga puso'y sabay / na mananaginip
Sa awit ng isang / hele ng pag-ibig