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Turista

The Poetic Architect

Turista

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Iduduyan Kita sa kalawakan
At aaliwin ng mga nagniningning na mga tala.
Hahayaang marahang mapagmasdan
Ang mga palamuting bunga ng Aking hininga.

Aawitan Kita ng kundiman na hehele sa’yong pagtulog.
At sa pagsilang ng panibagong Araw
Ay hahagkan ka ng mga sinag Nito
At lulusawin ang mga pangamba’t pag-aalinlangan.

Ang mga pira-pirasong liham ng kasaysayan
Ay nagmistulang mga tagubilin
At ilaw sa’yong paglalakbay.
Habang ang hantungan ng bawat Salita’y
Ang puso **** patuloy Kong sinusuyo —
Sinusuyo ng aking Katapatan at Kadakilaan.

At habang ang mga matutulis na palaso’y
Hindi magkamayaw sa pag-uunahan;
Maging ang mga payasong nakapalibot sayo’y
Nag-aabang lamang sa’yong kahinaan.
Narito Ako —
Narito, upang waksian ang bawat pagpapanggap
Nang hindi ka na mahulog pa
Sa mga patibong na iginagawad nila sa’yo
Na tila ba totoong mga parangal.

Bagamat naging isang pamilyar na tahanan
Ang mundong iyong ginagalawa’y
Hindi ito ang habambuhay na alay Ko sa’yo.
Sa piling Ko’y magiging buo ka —
At ang Aking pag-anyaya’y kusang loob.
Sa piling Ko’y dito ka na mamahinga’t
Ako ang maging Sandigan at Sandata.

Ako ang Simula at ang Katapusan;
At nasa Akin ang huling Salita.
Magbalik ka na, anak —
Magbalik sa yaman ng Pag-ibig Ko.

#tagalog #jesus

May 31 its gonna make sense

always lovesick

May 31 its gonna make sense

woolgather

always lovesick

i love you,
but it is the worst that i can do—
to burden you with yearning,
my love is nothing but pesteration.
you deserve the world,
and even more of it;

i apologize for my frailty,
but if the day comes
that i find myself worthy to love:
i hope you accept
this gift and cherish it;
i seek of nothing in return.

yet, in the end,
i could only hide
the myriad of things
i want to say
in words, haphazardly,
and hope you see

what it was
that i had to tell.

written in a span of weeks, collected from the shitshow that is my twitter(x?) feed.

i intend this for one person but i doubt they're even on here, and it's the paradox of being more comfortable to bare my soul to a million strangers than to that one person.

all these years passed and i'm still this lovesick.

in any case,

i hope you're doing well, stranger.

Nes

May 2023 its gonna make sense

She

May 2023 its gonna make sense

Potato

She

She sang a song
of ice and snow
and dreamed of oceans
swaying slow
She swam through clouds
and flew near stars
Fell so proud
and dove so far

She was a sad harmony
A song she unsung
A silence unheard
A deed undone

She hummed a tune
of fish and birds
and bore with devotion
The beasts she herds
She swam through life
and flew from death
Fell from strife
and dove bereft

She was a sweet melody
A smile she unsmiled
A violence in violet
My hope she defiled

She sang a song
that twists the mind
and played my emotions
Leaving me blind
I swam near folly
and flew through sin
I fell in love
and dove right in

Nov 2022 its gonna make sense

• Truth Tellers •

Nov 2022 its gonna make sense

ThePoet

• Truth Tellers •

They oppose the poor
and the truth tellers,
deflecting modesty
among the crowd

They close the door
with the gossiping sellers,
rejecting honesty
strong and proud

©

May 2022 its gonna make sense

The secret life of poets

May 2022 its gonna make sense

emnabee

The secret life of poets

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.

#secret #life #poets

Jul 2021 its gonna make sense

she is, to me

Jul 2021 its gonna make sense

imai

she is, to me

She controls her laughter,
lets it slip from the edge of her mouth,
the corners of her lips lift ever so slightly,
then, she makes a sound,
seamlessly, her fingers graze my thighs,
smoothly, her eyes meet mine,
and in her eyes, I see my reflection—
aflame, abashed, and fiery,

She is the answer I’ve scoured the world for,
and yet, she, herself, remains a mystery,

Ah, I see,
She controls her laughter
as easily as she controls me.

#control #love

Jul 2021 its gonna make sense

Still Here

Jul 2021 its gonna make sense

Eloisa

Still Here

If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry

#still #here #waiting #find #me #poetry