Leave your slippers at the counter
said the watchman at the gate
an empty sack I put them in
entered temple on bare feet.

The walls were carved in fine granite
idols beamed in marbled shine
incense filled the ethereal light
breathing the air was purely divine.

After about a charmingly spelled hour
in lithe spirit I came out of temple door
presented the token at the shoes counter
poured the sack's content on the floor.

A strange pair mockingly looked back
not mine I shouted at the top of my voice
rows of sacks stared back from the rack
home barefoot wasn't a prospect to rejoice.

Obviously a wrong token was issued to me
the slippers therein belonged to someone else
and there I was arguing awkwardly
cursing high pitch over temple bells.

It took five minute's terror to find them out
so my feet could kiss the familiar smell
though not much something to write home about
those were the moments paradise felt hell.

stores are running deficit
provisions unreplenished
ovens seeing less of flames
you're writing love poems!

cobwebs in the rooms dance
future in shambles unplanned
caught in lunatic trance
you're writing romance!

dirt is marking the wall
worries bursting the skull
expenses shaking nerve
you're busy writing love!

no bother no future plan
quickly dwindling ration
drowned in dense emotion
you're pouring passion!

Tinukso mo ako ng iyong maskara
Ang pinto **** bakal ay nagmukhang pilak
Mga bintana mo'y tila walang sara
Ang bawat sulok mo'y humahalimuyak

Akong naghahanap ng lugar sa mundo
Namalik-mata nga't naakit mo agad
Sa mga pangako'y nadala't natukso
Naghintay ng dulot, magagarang gawad

Sa aking pagyakap sa pintong makinang
Ngiti ko'y sumilay, nag-isip, nangarap
Akala ko'y lungkot dito'y mapupunan
Saya ang papalit sa dusa at hirap

Subalit nagulat sa aking pagmulat
Ang pinto **** pilak ay puro kalawang
Mga bintana mo'y  nabuway ng lahat
Ang bawat sulok mo'y amoy basurahan

Paano pa ako ngingiti, sasaya
Kung ang pangarap ko ay biglang naglaho?
Mabubuhay ka bang kuntento't payapa
Sa lugar na itong ngayo'y gumuguho?

Nais kong tumakas, lumayo, tumakbo
Sa bilangguan kong kakila-kilabot
Subalit kadena ko'y mayroong kandado
Kasama ba akong mababaon sa limot?

Hindi! Ang sigaw ng matapang kong puso
Kadena sa paa'y aking wawakasan
Mabubuhay ako na hindi bilanggo
Ipaglalaban ko, aking kalayaan!

---Marguerite
9/18/2015
7:33 am

Sacrifice of desires, sacrifice of wealth, sacrifice of social status, sacrifice of relations, sacrifice of inanimate belongings, Would the sacrifice be sacrifice to become of God?
And your mind wanders and fetches bits of pain you felt when you made that one small sacrifice and answers "Yes" if sacrifice is pain, there would be pain to become of God.
Your soul replies, "To bear that pain you need to experience pain, to experience pain, you need to sacrifice. Pain births the strongest. Be of pain, be of God"
Choose the road of cobble stones, and you would walk alone.
Choose the road of thorns to reach God,
You would walk with God.

sometimes it *****
what life turns out to be
he was the perfect him
i was the perfect me
those hushed moments
in the world we found
no goodbyes were needed around
awoke with the ****** of the pelvis
sleeping the same
synergistic in this plague
what vanity we famed


*s.q.

write a poem everyday
make it a daily habit
note whatever you've to say
the bitter or the sweet.

stare at the screen before you
or the page if it's so
there's always something new
awaiting your ink's flow.

some you've to dig not much
a few need delving deep
some may feel like feather touch
a few would make you weep.

sometimes the hand would just not move
at other would run like horse
sometimes the words would sing and groove
cry out like waves' roars.

while you write you may bleed
or kiss the blue like bird
jotting down is all you need
the inner voice that's heard.