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elea Jan 2016
Every dream has its own story.
Sometimes there's like a deja vü and sometimes like a premonition.
But there's only one thing that a dream can assure us.
That even we're asleep our minds are on journey and where the one who's controlling it.
It can be fear.
It can be happiness.
Or something that we really wanted.

So Im asking myself every time I dream of you.

Am I scared to lose you?
Am I happy that I have you?
Or I love you?

.... maybe because I loved you.
-poembornwithfeet-
elea Nov 2015
*2
I
cry
In
the
Gap
Of
Our
Lips
Poembornwithfeet-
elea Nov 2015
*
Storms, hurricanes, earthquakes and all devastating things that can happen and keep on pushing me away .
Im here holding on a tree that strongly rooted in the soil trying to stay still and to believe in.
But no miracle came.
I had to be dead before to be alive again.
Poembornwithfeet-
#stayAlive
elea Nov 2015
Today is normal
Nothing's special
I heard your voice
I played your songs
Letting it be recorded
At my own cassette,
My heart, my mind and soul.
Poembornwithfeet-
elea Nov 2015
Sun rays that tracing every little contour of your lips
Looking at them makes me weak
That way how you stop yourself from smiling
Makes me lost, lost in my own reverie

Will never have a chance to touch or even kiss them,
Those lips that never wish to meets mine
And feel the indescribable love that I can't tell.
Poembornwithfeet-
elea Nov 2015
Imposible, malabo, walang tiyansa, ano pa? Anong salita pa ang mag lalarawan ng "tayong dalawa".

Parang pag kidlat at pag kulog habang tirik na tirik ang araw,
Parang pag kakaroon ng trentay dos na bilang sa kalendaryo,
Ang pag tubo ng rosas sa malamig na semento
At pag kakaron ng dagat sa isang malawak na disyerto.

Alam kong wala, walang pag asa.
Hindi maari.

Pero tulad ng pag tatagpo ng araw at buwan isang beses sa mahabang panahon.
May pinanghahawakan ako,
Isang araw, Balang araw
Pag tatagpuin tayo ng tadhana
Sa di inaasahang lugar at panahon.
Tibok nalang ng ating mga puso
ang mag didikta na tayo talaga,
ang naka laan para sa isat isa.
#wagAgadbumitaw
Poembornwithfeet-
  Nov 2015 elea
Aztec Warrior
Scent Of A Woman**

It’s ironic, funny and strange,
even iconic,
like those Pillars of Atlantis
at world’s end;
water logged
seaweed covered,
yet still guarding
long past City Gates.
~~~
Oh, I have played the fool,
the playful court jester;
have left witty comments
to elicit a smile or two.
I have been a hero,
wielded the Sword of Un,
played La Mancha’s
Quixote, windmill slayer,
fighter for Dulcinea’s sacred honor.
I rode Appaloosa bare back
painted in warrior red
leaving my blood
soaking the banks of Sand Creek,
and valley’s of Wounded Knee.
~~~
Yes, all this
I have seen and done.
And yet not once
has the scent of a woman
said,” Come home to me.
Kiss me into the night.
Hold me until
the morning’s light.”

Aztec Warrior 11.7.15
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