Life begins at the toil of day as the sun sends the soil its sustenance and grace
A bewildered gaze runs among the broken pipes
Singing lively melodies of morbid songs
Sonorous voices fills the halls
Stirring smoked souls to depart
In transitory delusion and illusory smiles

Forever takes eternity
Baring lifeless conduits with broken lids
Suffering in an endless void
With only a speck of hope for remedy
Humor me of great a comedy so tragic
And happy

Withered bones ebb and flow like a lotus on a river
Swimming to the tune of the current
Looking at the distant shore
Never to find meaning or solace to the clamoring of jesters
Scattered on lively streets

Rainbows splattered on the roundabout
As seas of people dance around the light of neon streamers floating above the busy lanes
An amalgam of putrid aroma and the sweet stench of humanity closing in on the lone stranger walking unfamiliar streets

As chaos purge the fleeting day
Smoke oozes out of the crevices
Sending an upward haze of puzzling excitement
Of grotesque beauty
A momentary lapse of senses sending strange visions of the smoldering sun
Melting the mundane and mediocre forming into one

The tunnel grows bigger as light shines bright at the end
A shrine stands at the center of chaotic delusions
An ironic array of ancient culture and blasphemous fates

The walker stands in the middle of the sea
Devoid of meaning and reason
Rekindling the lost touch of the divine
Screaming at the pharaohs above the pyramids
Holding life and death or the meaning thereof

The crackling sunset ruptures by the bay
The crashing waves silencing the loud banter inside the strangers head
A realization comes
Like a lucid dream where he wakes
And finally finds for himself that his
Life is a mirage and that his reality is a dream

Each time the rain pours
She caresses the memories left on her lips,
Enjoying the rhythmic fragments
Of sweat dripping upon her *******,
And the rousing emotions inside her thighs,
Crashing in superfluous ecstasy of unhinged passions.
Constantly yearning for the satisfying madness of the flesh.
And the callousness of naked warmth Igniting the embers of a cold dreary heart.

The times in which the fire they burn
Leave the scars of sorrow graved
Inside her rotting flesh
And the fleeting remembrance
Of an illusion floating within her
Above the bedrooms of lust
Screaming, moaning, rising and falling
Stopping the earth's spin
Seized inside a moment of eternal bliss.

They woke up to the peek of the mellow sun
Its rays not permitted by the dark ominous skies of the morning drizzle
As if the day have still the quality of night
Where the shy were shameless, their mirth boisterous
Where the bold haggles on the fringes of revolution
Until slowly the scalding heat of passions from the night passed
And evaporated forming mist and fog and dew.
The time held back
As they strip the night's cloak
Traces of stardust freckled their skin
A reminder of the raucous night
It was mixed feelings of hatred and love
Of loathing and yearning;
Of surrender, or of revolution!
The foundations of the day slowly cackles
As the sun breaks through that thick cloud that hangs above their heads.
All the venery and vanity comes alive
As the sun takes the cover that hides the depravation
The loudness of the roosters' crow in the countryside
Were overpowered by the boisterous hum of engines
And a people once again facing the grim task of living
Silenced are the laughters and grins and joyous singing
Repressed are the dancing and carousing
Dissolved again are the reveries for the death of the sun!

And the night waltzed on, with unrelenting fury
Unseating bottles of frenzied spirits,
Crushing cigarettes on tabletops
The dance rages on into dim lit alleys and streets
And on to the boulevards of our consciousness
Like wildfire burning and the smoke wrapping the senses,
Stopping the functions of the mind
The vivid lapsing into a frantic blur
Until it became a silhouette that sways
With the moon's silver light
The streetlights standing as watchmen of the night
Witnesses to the somber euphoria of the inebriated,
Singing in callous revelries,
Exalting to the gods of liquor
The blessing of temporary forgetfulness
For all things vile and wretched
For all the world that is not dancing
Like the neon lights strobing under the night sky

I remember still
When the Amihan knocked me down
And the neon lights flashing

Embraced by the Milky Way
And the hauntingly vivid
Recollections of past encounters

A peek into eternity
Befuddling fluid motions
And emotions of the here and now

If only to suppress the
Orchestrated sound of a beating heart
As an eloquent silence passed

But the echoes reverberate
Through the unrelenting crowd
As rhythmic fragments hit and struck

And the night's dance swayed into
a frantic blur, as my lenses focused on the disarray amidst the haze

That is my bleeding head
And my hopeless heart
Finally finding its place

Then the moment seized to play
And the warm skein of feelings wrapped
Around my skin broke away

The final scene recurs
Each time the wind blows
As a sad memory, a curse

A fitting end to a moment wasted
A lesson from the anguished
The final release of the vanquished soul

Am I losing it?
When I have barely roused the pages in my head
With the smoldering ink of lightness
When I have wandered off in imagination's maze
Lost inside an unwavering catatonia.
Polarized, black and white
Or maybe trapped in gray
With uncerntainties the luster of life
Fizzles into the night
Carressing sleepless heads
With sobering dreams of escape
And death wallows, and slowly
Creeps into nightmares haunting sleep.

let me fade
like the surrender of the sun
to the blue horizon
like letters and photographs
slowly dissolving
like memories forgotten
under the tyranny of time
let me fade
into oblivion

You remind me of summertime
Feverish, wrathful and long days
When the passions trapped between our lips
Dance at noon, freezing
The scenes of bliss that
Decorates the empty caverns of our hearts
Being and becoming all at once
You remind of summertime
When the air burns wickedly
And we stagger to breathe-in
The chaos and outbursts of the sun
When the branches sway gayly
As the warm hushed wind passes infinity
You remind me of summertime
When our backs lay flat on hard dry earth
As grasses entangle beneath our feet
Just as our arms embrace each others nearness
You remind me of summertime
Of many things about the world
All the things that have been said
And all the things that are yet to be said
You remind me of summertime
When the exhuberance of youth
Is on full display, running and carousing
On the streets at twilight
Or under the hushed divinity of the rosy dawn
You remind me of summertime
Just as we carry the weight of yesterdays
In these fleeting remembrances
When all things bright and sunny
And dark and turgid are found and lost
From all the people that had come by and stopped, from those who walked beside, and those who ran with us amidst the fast changing of the sun.
You still and ever will, remind me of that time.

Shadows shapeshift to the dance of dawn
When light breaks fervently, bashing the longevity of night
Illumination recedes the black arms that wraps around me

Like shouting matches, the roosters bellow
Enchanted by the rising sun at the horizon
And slowly hymns rise through the haze and fog

The sight is well again, and the other senses renewed
The serpentine waters rushes
From the crystalline springs of sleep
Onto the murky waters of consciousness

Rejuvinate, illuminate
Awake and unafraid
I'm ready to face humanity again...

The old man laughs at the bleak horizon
As he yokes the ship that pulls the shores
The blissfull end of days seems unsure
When justice sleeps with the wolves
And the unholy, cloaks the hallow soil
With black, poisonous dust
Bells toll and walls are tumbled, the chanting of the masses destroys the courts
But the days of disquiet remains unheard
For the gods that sweeps the earth's soil
Had forsaken us all.

Perhaps you've known or heard
About the woman who had stars on forehead
In whose melancholy, moons
Locking her gaze upon the heavens
In search for light, love, and enchantment
When the rain pours she cries
The bright sun blinded her eyes
Not finding out, never knowing
That everywhere she looked,
But never upon herself.