In my opinion, Filipinos are generally Jealous That predisposition to "not having it" But I'm the kind of Mistiso soup that warms you up Inside Who has treasures beyond This half heaven / modern hell called Life (in pockets) Those indentured to possession & Need It's the chain that keeps it's hooks In us - butterfly & poetry...
When the music dies Become anew, a kind of dance Perhaps from dreams / perchance come true... From mini Filipino Me, Late bloom cool Lotus, my other name Without shame within The rain The ocean The island sun Bright eye of fullest Moon, Tides in-between flesh & twilight A twin to gold A Most enboldened fool.
Irish Filipino Me, not fresh off the boat, But an American akin to Hope. Half-breed Irie-Flippin' Me I am Love's Phoenix Fasho "I see You," She says I feel you I say --soon will see I do I bleed A spoke on the Wheel, Clover Green and Sulu sea. Hybrid swim Irish Filipino Me.