rolling nimbus sky
heavy black rainbow clouds swell
burdening winds load


words in the wind

us
as humans
are three parts
struggle
one part
curiousity

asking our god
Google
how to solve
our problems

using .org
as a relevant source
for reasonable destruction

"whats the most painless way
to **** myself?"

"how can i tell if my boyfriend is cheating on me?"

we are unsure
if blood or electricity
runs through our veins

and we are almost certain
that some form of cruelty
lives in all of our hearts

living with brains running on
wifi signals
and vocal cords
fueled by poison

we suffer
and we make others
suffer

People say love is not supposed to hurt.
But I loved you
And it hurt like hell.

the meaning of beauty are
bones without skin

adorning night's drape
glittering arrays of stars
sparkling like jewels

Sometimes at night

asleep by the firelight

I dream about them

how they died

some are singing

and others saying what

they no longer see

walking fencelines

limping as if in pain

some of them handsome

and some mysterious

silent but not

for long they tell you

men scarcely know

how beautiful fire is

and old stories

they can't remember

unless you can

still look them in the eye.

Sometimes I'm good
But now I'm even better
I can't control my feelings
When I break out into sweaters

And colors stand out so much
And then also I wear some collars
People think I have it made
But I feel jealous of ballers

And people who live with others
And people who live with brothers
And sisters and then their covers
Hide all of their different lovers

But hiding is not one way
They take them and then here's what hurts
There's one thing and then another
And I might just be a pervert

But I can't avert my thoughts
I would love to be in a circle
Spinning a bottle hotly
And making my face turn purple

It turns red! And white
But I want more social pressure
Not the keep-me-up-at-night one
But the one that seems much better

But it can't be fabricated
And it can't quite be sought out
And it won't happen to me
Because I have too many doubts

And shrouded beneath my mouth
Is a superego completely
Controlling my every move
So how could someone ever read me

And be comfortable or open
When my mind is like the ocean?
I go with the flow but know this
I can take you on a gross trip

And by that I mean a lame one
Where your boat is somewhat closed in
And you're trapped with me and feel some
Unappetizing emotions

That's the mood that people's faces
Take on when my mouth is open
And then I go out and chase them
But my heart just feels quite broken

And I used to think it was them
which is odd since I often blame me
But then my new realization
Made me wake up to the new key

See part of me loves all people
And part of me holds myself back
So if I could just now solve that
Could I live how I want real bad?

Some days,
I feel like I’m the only one left here,
a sound of anxiety is too clear,
whispering in my ear,
floating softly in rays,
helplessly dreary days,
perfectly lost in trance,
ferocious beasts collide to dance,
escape no chance
obsolescence,
broken pieces of me reminiscence.


Some days,
sadness is magically beckoning,
voluntarily pursuing,
constantly succeeding,
dust particles sparkling
like tiny specs of glitter
galaxies of terrors shiver,
storms ignite with chaos
insecurities wondrous
creating puzzle
in a muzzle.

Some days,
oh most of the days
are falling apart
and I can’t help it,
the habit
of endlessly dwelling
the warmth
of whiffing my soul.

-**d.t

012917

Naisip kong magpatangay sa hanging kumot sa aking paggising. Naisip kong hamunin ang araw ng mga talatang pasalaysay at huminto gamit ang panalangin.

Isa, dalawa, tatlo: oo, ito na ang ikatlong araw nang tayong ipinalipad sa iba't ibang dako -- patungo sa bawat sulok ng mga pangarap at doo'y sabay-sabay nating maitataas ang Kanyang Ngalan.

Di ko kayang amuhin ang bawat petsa sa kalendaryo para lang maggising tayo't muling mabuo. Di ko kayang sipulan ang ulap na kukumpas sa kalangitang hindi naman nagbabago.

Sa bawat pangarap na minsang natabunan ng ating mga mapapait na nakaraan -- mga pangarap na ni minsa'y di sumagi sa isipang mabubuo natin nang sabay; oo, posible palang maitagpi-tagpi ang bawat istorya para sa mas malaki pang larawang ni minsa'y di natin nasilayang mag-isa.

Marahil napuno tayo ng takot na muling humakbang sa bukas pagkat nahihila tayo ng dilim. Marahil kinain tayo ng sakit, kirot at alalahanin kaya naman tila kayhirap nang lakaran ang tubig ng pagpapala. Pero kahit na -- kahit na lumubog pa tayo sa kumunoy ng distansya't walang kasiguraduha'y may iisa pa rin tayong di dapat na bitiwan -- na patuloy tayong kumapit sa iisang Ngalang titingalain natin hanggang sa Kanyang pagdating.

Siguro nga mapapagod tayo pagkat taksil ang landas o ang pagkakataon pero hindi pa ba ito sapat na dahilan para muling masubok at tayo't tuluyang magpasakop? Kung ang lupa nga'y kayang sakupin ng mga dayuhan lang; ano pa't ang puso't buhay nating tanging hiram lang? Kakatok hindi ang pangarap bagkus ang may dala ng mga ito; ilapit mo ang mga kamay sa puso at doo'y mabubuksan ang pintong may sagot sa mga hiling at dasal mo. Mabuhay si Kristo! Buhay Siya sa iyo!

Shimmers molten road
Still air squats, beads, on my brow
Summer road trip woes.

Seat turns to quick sand
Thighs stuck fast can move no more
Summer road trip woes.

Each breath sighs, heavy
Vapoured water chokes the air
Summer road trip woes.

No soul seen for miles
Gauge collapses on empty
Woeful road trip end.