Young as I was
with driven energy,
I took the fun
with my sensuality.

I was attracted
to both genders,
all were carefree
indulging fantasies.

And we engaged
and converged,
*** for free
with anybody.

And when done
in the acrobatics,
exhausted and bared
after the shared lust.

The acts continue
with many more,
at several occasions
without precaution.

The body once sturdy
has started to melt,
like a candle shining bright
now has dying flickering light.

The immune system
infected with viral ***,
has succumbed to mortality
as lymphocytes posted fatality.

Unknowingly or intentionally
same being shared physically,
the virus to another innocent
infecting through love's scent.

And so the virus multiplies
into many men and women,
whose lives marred by ***
and soon suffer the AIDS.

Despite, many stand strong
to set as epitome of courage,
tell their stories to let known
that such curse must DIE.

The cold night dissolves at daybreak

As the waking radiance slowly sneak

The dawn beckoning quite paradise

That ushers in ecstasy this sunrise



From dreamland my senses awake

With fresh thoughts all mine to take

Reckons the view as I open my sight

Your countenance enliven my might



Seeing you beside me at my bed

Brought me bliss the thing I need

Your angelic splendor I truly adore

T his morning I can’t ask for more

The ocean waves

like influx of emotions

always changing course

depending on the forces

that stimulate the heart!

As I see your face
in your slumber
I recall the past
romantic moments


You were young then
pretty and vibrant
adoring and sweet
my dream girl


Now we are married
and we aged gracefully
our children are grown ups
still I am captivated by you


True love lingers
it became me
can not live
without you

I thought the world is big
That it has boundless space
For me to live and play

I thought the landscape is free
Where adventures abound
For me to live and play

I thought life here is secure
And opportunities are great
For me to live and play

Yet, the reality entails:

The world is smaller
That people congest
Where I struggle to survive

The land is much to pay
Citizens becoming foreign
Where I struggle to survive

And life itself in danger
Threaten to succumb to death
Where I live and destine to die

A poet who is truly respected
may not be the most brilliant cited
nor number one in the recent survey
but someone whose mind best convey.

A poet who is a creative critic
may not be someone who is prolific
nor gives comment somewhat stupor
but the one who inspires as a mentor.

A poet who reads poems and analyses
may not be someone who is the wisest
nor his poetry the most read composition
but becomes an epitome of the association.

A mentor...

Is a master
who molds
his student
to become
a master like him.

Have you meet your mentor?