She's the ultimate girl,
I am her male version,
My dream come true...

Write all our poetry,
Lovingly compose it,
Only for each other..

Luckily for me,
She's a poetess,
Krispi it is you.

Because of your faithfulness

I am able to stand
On the promise of you
Not the wisdom of man

Because of your faithfulness

I can see past the pain
Of what this world has to offer
As I fall on your name

Because of your faithfulness

What tomorrow may bring
Will not weigh me down
It's your song I will sing

Because of your faithfulness

You pour out your love
On a people in need
Of the glory above

Because of your faithfulness

There is not a one
That can't come to the Father
In the name of the Son

Because of your faithfulness*

I will boldly proclaim
The power and glory
*Of your Holy name

We have you
to remind us
how far we
have to go
and the
short distance
we have traveled
thus far.

Idealize
her black
face.

All
the wrinkles
are holy
valleys.

Her
brown eyes
pools of light
seeing all
of humanities
oceans of pain.

She did
not want
power,
possessions
or even to
speak about
her small
truths.

She wanted
only to
cure
and live
an example
of the
possibilities
that are
within us.

She made
her peace
with the
imbalance,
and
tragedies
of an
unjust world.

Working
to cure.

She
mastered
the cycles
of opposites,
with
understanding,
love and care.

There will always
be sickness
and the
need to cure.

We must
learn
we are
mortal
beings
no matter
how far
we have come
or
how great
we are.

An
imbalance
will
always
exist,
that is
the perfection
of God.

The domain
of humanity
is to step
into the breach
to mediate
and reconcile
our imperfections
with the
perfect measure
of God's
abundant love.

Many times
we mean well,
but we are
very limited
and are
incapable
of bringing
lasting peace
to our earth;
because
in the final times
we will
seek
to do
what
is best for
ourselves.

Mother Hale
only seeks
to do God's
work
for all people
for all time.

God bless you
Mother Hale.

Music Selection:
Mahalia Jackson,
Trouble of the World


Harlem
9/86

candy
a card
flowers
giving me your heart
soft caresses
silly gestures
sharing showers
giving me your heart
romantic songs
sung by you
a love note
under my pillow
giving me your heart
drugging kisses
under the moonlight
a bed under the willows
giving me your heart
sunrise in your eyes
a soft massage
sunset in your embrace
giving me your heart
taking charge
sweet surrender
making my heart race
giving me your heart

*So many ways to do it...

(A Five-in-One...)

The seasons have been dreary,
My eyes are now weary...
I have read a lot, though i still read...
peace, following a good deed
seems so far-fetched..
though the days have stretched...
a tiny voice, i hear...
a whisper, and i quiver
telling me of malcontent...asking me what i want
what i am looking for...for long, not just this instant
there's time, it said
of a road i must tread...
something is lacking
can't explain this wanting...
it unsettles,
i end up in frazzles...
a feeling of vacuity arises
signals the inception of crises,
even more magnified ......
as i search my heart deep inside
looking through my soul
almost sure to find a hole
it must have been rended
waiting, to be mended
must patch it up with new beginnings,
anticipating enhanced endings...
these thoughts leave me with a sigh, questioning,
one that is continuing... never ending...

WHAT MUST I DO?
WHERE DO I GO?
HOW FAR?

NO GREAT LAUGHS LATELY...
ALL EMPTY, THESE  ROARS AND GIGGLES...

MISSING THOSE BEAMS...
MY INNER SMILES OF JOY
PEACE, CONTENTMENT...

far...or near
by air, land or sea,
i shall travel that road
i must seek the light,
the voice,
the answer...
to give way to
the winter of my discontent...

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

it's dark
I whisper
from the middle
of the bed

You said

nothing

as from across
the room
I smell
the sweet perfume
of your musky scent

I hear you
prowling
pacing
growling

then your lips
kiss my fingertips
my body
in my mind
you've licked
my soul
and as your lips
meet mine
I taste

whole

my hands are immobile
by the silken ties
that you have me bound

so I don't have sight
or touch
only three sense
have left me tense

Don't take away
anymore
I love to smell
you tasting me
I love every sound