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 May 2014 julius alcancia
bambi
I am stranger to the taste
of candor, honor, or courage

a bland and simple fruit.

Exceptional at nothing,
I am exceptionally nothing--

withered from the stem,
the whole way through.

However I have seen
the pallor in your cheek:
a tempting succulence.

Salvation rests beneath
your ripened skin.

I will break the unmarked flesh

I will learn

to be
honorable too,

once I have had

the whole of you.
help
you're beautiful
not the stereotypical kind
more like a forest fire
destroying everything
yet still lighting up the whole sky
I surrender my heart,
for it has a goal,
to feel what's real,
pure, and whole.

The palace is clean,
and calling my colours.

& A rainbow will be,
in each corner of me.
For I, For You.
For Once, For Truth.

I will put ALL of me in my Kiss.

Orenda rests in the crystal mist.

& I will delve into the lips,
Of vulnerable places.
Letting go of me.
New water is invasive.
With the levels so deep,
Resting between,
Your forever speech,
And crystalline,
Bridge of Senses.
We're on the fence of,
Time and Space.

& I move through your Kiss, yes,

Tacenda rests on your lips.
Selcouth::unfamiliar.rare.strange.and.yet.marvellous.
Orenda::mystical.force.present.in.all.people.that.empowers.them.
to.affect.the.world.or.to.effect.change.in.their.own.life.
Tacenda::things.better.left.unsaid.matters.to.be.passed.over.in.silence.
 May 2014 julius alcancia
Monika
old scars, late night *****, bruises left by a drunken father, video games laid out on the desk, poems for the girl that left.
 May 2014 julius alcancia
Austine
sa pagsasalubong ng araw at buwan
hindi ko pa rin magawang tumahan
ilang oras na nang ika’y lumisan
pero pagbabalik mo’y patuloy pa ring inaasahan

karapat-dapat bang hintayin
ang pag-ibig na hindi na sa akin?
mananatili pa rin ba akong sabik
sa iyong mga yakap at halik?

sa paglalim ng gabi
tila ang mga bituin ang pumapawi
sa sakit na dulot ng iyong labi
na siyang dahilan ng aking mga hikbi

hindi ba’t ikaw ay nangako
na sa laban na ito’y di ka susuko?
hindi ba’t ikaw ang sumuyo
at sa aki’y noo’y nagsumamo?

sa pagbabalik ng araw
alam kong di na kita matatanaw
ang hiling lamang ay agad malusaw
itong pag-ibig na di mo pinukaw
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
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