when the time comes
that time is no more
and the union of body
to soul ,no longer a lore,
then heaven's door
is nearer the earth's floor
and stars align with planets
like the lines of a sonnet
And You shall be resurrected
with all Your glory ascended
upon the heavens, descended
here to fill us with rapture
our spirits in Your hands, capture

My God, My gracious Lord
we herald Your second coming
In triumph, Your face a-beaming
seeing You when trumpets sound
the judgment call, I ask
where will I be my Lord?
where will you take me?
for the love I feel
no words could ever make real
only my mind talks
and You understand
here I kneel
where you stand

My Lord
cleanse me of sins past
bring me to Your kingdom
at last....
for I have always known
the unknown
and love You from afar
I stake no claim
on reason or rhyme
I believe
without the benefit of sight
I don't know where it comes from
it is beyond my comprehension
So when You walk upon
this earth once more
take me in Your arms ,
forevermore...........
then time ceases to be
and You are all I see

(Mount Pinatubo and the Aetas)

the mountain god that has slept
for so long
has decided, it is time to rise
and as it opened its eyes
and stretched its invisible limbs
it unlocked a deep fury of destruction
kept inside for years and years
of restraint
not wanting to disturb the people
lying at its feet
worshipers and true believers they are
the few good people left
in this wretched earth
and yet the mountain god
would not keep them safe from
enormous grief and physical pain
they too must suffer
but they are flexible children
they never really complain

ashes flying while lava flows
one by one properties and creatures
were struck down like pins in a bowling alley
it was so fast and so vast
they never really knew what hit them
until it was all over

there are only shadows now
plus sporadic eruptions
the mountain god had made its
presence felt
and as it resumes its former
pose of quiet repose
i see the little black people
huddling together
and coming around
back to sleep at the feet of
the mountain god
as of the start

they said
this is where they were born
and whatever may happen
this is where they will die

so as they reach their
prized destination
i hear a song coming
from their lips
they are dwarfs in stature
but giants in character
i reached out to touch
my little black brothers
with pride
for i love them true.......

on the shores of sorrow
over the threshold of pain
my eyes indulge figures
only to perceive
the harshness of a cruel reality
that now exists and revolves
in synchronized rapidity
with the earth
there is so much fear i feel
so overwhelming
so full of problems haunting
tormenting the human race
nothing but diseases and calamities
to mar the much-treasured
peace of mind and happiness
such are no longer in consonance
with what is, today....
i do not know just when or where
some twisted minds convulsed
to form mass murderers and calloused
criminals
gathering the seeds of massive destruction
hurting and terminating
one's own kind
why this useless treachery and
waste of human lives?

on the shores of sorrow
i cling to maintain my sanity
the long walk home is laden
with thorns and shards of
broken glasses
my feet are numb ,my heart
in emotional turmoil
i gather my  inutile strength
to come to the point
confronted by eternal loneliness
i can only say
that sorrow is my comfort
and love, the only sustaining feeling
which keeps me alive
never to forget
that i am still a human being
and out there, is a heaven somewhere
with a promise of another life
in another kind of world..

blank paper
a white sheet
the purity of nothingness
when thoughts have gone wild
refusing to share mild pleasures
of the soul
leaving blank paper in white sheets
like a ghost in an anemic bedroom

i recall
fragments of the past
the pain of first love
the torments of a forlorn heart
and the shame of rejection
a youth that did not know better
i hear a small sound of laughter
from the corridors of regret
the ache of losing you was too much

have i loved you
without knowing your touch
how your skin would feel in my hands
and how your eyes sparkled when
joy sets in
how your mind could recreate a given
situation,
i don't know you, at all

yet you remind me of many things
of uninhabited beaches
of sugar while sea sands
of multi-colored butterflies
of wild flowers in the forest
and of my youth
(having loved you through the most of it)

the dawn is setting in
and i stare thoroughly
at a mental photograph of you
unretouched by time
i do not know where to begin
to end this love affair
long unattended, never consummated

and as i walk away
from my point of origin
i could only feel
that you have not died
from within me
fermented by years
this place you occupied
in my heart
has left a mark
a scar  i could not erase
nor can the tempestuous
changes accompanying life
you sleep within the soft place
inside my heart
that i have created for you....

Worldly passions arise
In this abstract distraction
From a faraway land
In his gaze
I live my life in fantasies
For his many splendoured
Smile…
That goes for many
Many miles
Of pure pleasure
Almost spiritual in nature
When I look upon
His countenance of joy
Erased are the pain
That becomes my past
Never more to besiege
My lonely heart
In this troubled life
I see only nature in its
Constant beauty
My abstract distraction
Is a form of distinction
material and immaterial
Perhaps in another galaxy
Or another lifetime
But for now,
I revel in the rapture
Of his being
And his silvery presence
On a screen
That projects a form of poetry
In my soul….

The winds grow like wild flowers
in the Avenue of Liberty
sunlight kissing park benches
and statues of means
I have mingled with its people
The village fools,
The beggars,
The old men...
Retired to their places
in my river of memories

A swarm of street cars pass by
and I hear the soothing sounds
of the Portuguese tongue
But I missed the sight
of the purpose of my flight
even though the joys of her beauty
has become Lisbon's lullaby...
I have had my share of tears
In the Avenue of Liberty

I tried to drain the
sorrow of my pain
through bottles of
foreign liquor
in drunken passion
I laid myself
into a wishful slumber
yet nothing can erase
the shadows that tormented me

In the deep of the night
with pictures of your face
in my dreams
then all was dead silence
at the stroke of dawn
But the Avenue of Liberty
gave me no moment of peace
and the river of my memories
ran like arrow
eager to pierce its mark

A piece of my heart
will always remain
Down in the Avenue of Liberty
where you and I were so apart
yet, somehow, in spirit
we merged through the wires
In conversation and distance
we loved as we danced
The dance of fate
that pulled our strings
in a masquerade of feelings
into a labyrinth of consequences

Body and soul
I still long
for the hours I've spent
though alone,
though weeping,
in that haunting park
at the back of my French hotel
There in the liberty of Avenues
The Avenue of Liberty....

You can not **** the hummingbird
And think that there
Will be no repercussions

You can not silence
His lips
With the barrel of a gun

You can not bury his memory
By stonewalling and
Distorting the evidences

You can not erase his ideals
By destroying his name…..

Extinguish not his memory
By firing the shots,
It is an act that only
Fans the aching flame

You think he is forgotten
But he lives………
Healthy in the hearts of millions
You thought are but a few

Someday we will sing his song of love
Someday he will rise again, defiant!
Daring to fly, as high
As the burning sun
And you can not stop him
Or **** him once again

For the hummingbird shall endure
The compassion of men shall sustain him
And he will conquer this death
That you have inflicted upon him

So you can **** the man and his body
You can blow his face all away
You can trample him with your
Angry tyranny
But you can never, never
**** his soul!

The hummingbird defies you
The hummingbird lives on and on and on………