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You are the moon which looks enviously at each brighter star.
I would sacrifice the sea of falling stars for your love.
There is a forest old as hillsides
tall, majestic, dappled shades
fall on ground beneath the silent
gnarled defenders of the glade.

There they stand in ancient splendour
many souls have passed their way
often used as welcome shelter
from the heat of summers day.

Sweet the air they breathe in chorus
our life's breath their lungs provide,
soaking up our daily poison
so that we may live and thrive.

You seas of men intent to clear them
citing progress, peddling greed
tearing roots from precious mooring
laying waste to nature's seed.

**** the beauty of a landscape
displace creatures for your need
rupture fragile ecosystems
scar the earth and watch it bleed.

To you I ask a simple question,
as I see the land bereaved.
What need has man of all this progress
when he can no longer breathe?
Mundo'y kayganda,
Puno ng hiwaga,
Ng pasimulang likhain
ng AMANG DAKILA!!!

Ngayon ay saksihan,
Ganda ng sanlibutan
Di malirip na kagandahan at kayamanan,
Na ibinigay sa atin ang karapatan.

AMA NA DAKILA!
Lahat kami ay pinag-pala,
Sa aming kasalanan
Ay nagpatawad ka!

Nagbigay pag-asa
sa kaluluwang dukha!
Dukha sa Liwanag
ng Iyong Ganda!!

AMA NA DAKILA!
kami ay Iyong pinag-pala,
Binigyan ng pag-asa, sa
Di malirip na pagkakasala!!!

Sa ngalan ni JESUS NA IDINAKILA
Dahil sa pagsunod sa AMANG DAKILA!
Hindi nag-alinlangan
Hanggang katapusan,

AMA sana'y bigyan kami
Ng pusong masunurin
Pag-iisip na puno ng dunong
Mula sa Iyong katwiran na puno ng katotohanan,

JESUS na aming PANGINOON,
Bahala kana po sa amin,
na LIWANAG sa amin ng DIYOS!!!
Kami ay Iyong dalhin,
Upang AMA ay aming KAMTIN
Hanggang sa katapusan ng aming Lakarin,!
 Aug 2014 Jeuden Totanes
silas
behind the locked door
in a steamy cloud of mist
i drag my finger down the mirror
writing your name
over and over
inconsistent, misshaped words
humidity conquering my breath,
making it feel impossible to respire
yet i do nothing to help myself

maybe i'll die in here.

in that moment
i felt nothing
only
utterly
pathetic

s.b.//
a poem written out of pain
There's something familiar
About the pale sky
And the way the snow falls
Like wishes of past winters
And the way it covers the earth
In a blanket
Of cold, forgotten dreams
i
So much pain i cannot feel it.
So, i deal with it.

Put it in words and deal it.
Put it in drawers and seal it.

They tell me it's good to feel pain.
i tell them i'll cry with the rain
i'll save my tears for the seeds,
the weeds and the insane.
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