i.

Mine artistry inamorata
Airburshed on tapestry upon;
Fernando Amorsolo canvas.

ii.

Thou art mine Atlantis
The air I sucketh in;
Mine piece of God, timeless.

iii.

What id do without thee?
I couldst not liveth;
I'll giveth thee mine last drop, of blood mine dear.

iv.

Cometh near
Shadow's dance with us;
Filipino perfume's, ancient dusk.

v.

In the negrito of Luzon
Bead's shalt bounce ourn neck's;
Red one's, yellow one's, tribal seed connect.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane dedication