Many are the memories
but too few are the memories
that I can still feel.

What's in the meaning
of my reading of a red sky?

Certainly no soothsayer am I
neither do I prophesy

Clearly I'm merely a measurer of
who, what, when, where, how, or why

And so, I surmise
the skies dyes
a guise

I'd rather listen to
~~~~~~
       blood flowing from my ******* ear drums  
     ~~~~~~     
        than five more minutes of you.

(10w x 4)

Open both arms...
RECEIVE
GATHER........EMBRACE
Smile...while
PUSHING   OUTWARDS...


Abruptly, raise arms
Like a VOLCANO,
E X P L O D E !!!
Release....precious ENERGY...


Let the
SPIRIT flow
Keep the
FIRE of LOVE
Burning!!!


Start a HABIT
SHARE YOUR  BLESSINGS
YOUR  ENERGY
YOUR
PASSIONS!!!



Sally

Copyright May 1, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

It's a struggle
To exist
With only
Half
A soul