Unang gabi sa huling sandali
Nag-aagaw ang ilaw at dilim
Katahimika'y namamayani.


Nakatayo sa gilid ng bangin
Isang hakbang tungo sa libingan
Nakapikit ngunit nakatingin.


Sumilip ang buwan sa kalangitan
Hudyat ng katapusan ng duyog
Tuluyang bumukas ang pintuan.


Lumiyab ang bawat alikabok
Mga alitaptap na dumadapo
Sa bawat sugat nangingimasok.


Buhok ay nagsimulang lumago
Sabay sa pag-ikli ng hininga
Nagpupumiglas sa bawat pulso.


Isang bulaklak na bumubuka
Dugo at ginto ang tanging dilig
Usbong sa hungkag at tuyong lupa.


Buto at laman ay nanginginig
Balat ay nagsimulang uminit
Halik ng apoy sa pulang tubig.


Umuungol sa bawat pagpunit
Likuran na may bagong pasanin
Ngipin na sukdulang nagngangalit.


Nakalutang sa payak na hangin
Kamay ang nagsisilbing kandila
Maglalakbay sa tulay na itim.


Isang sulyap bago kumawala
Ibinuka ang pakpak na pilak
Huling yugto ng pakikidigma.

The blood pools
Slit wrists
Sign
The writ of passage
Nailed to deaths door.

Rain falls in the ocean of tears.
Lightning sticks
One the wastelands.
charred trees
withered flowers.
Demons’ screams echo in the wind.
Dried up riverbeds
once flowed with blood.
Soundless crying from a torn up soul.
Black clouds and roll in,
now just a nightmarish space.

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Without a sound
the day dies
and I’m left with
a loveless night,
and a saddening morning
The understandment we had
Lost.

Devoured by madness
My heartbeats for
another day to die.

Living causes hate.
Lost souls evaporate
and dissipate.

Black haired
Woman walks down
to the docks.
Her ravens land in their cage.
A ghostly ship
With a skeleton crew
Takes her aboard.
They wash away
to the forgotten land.

Alone in a fallen kingdom.
The broken hearts never tapping.
Word for the fearsome,
our heart is cracking,
freezing,
dreading,
dying.

All my soul within me snapping.
The past love
she brought joy
but left sorrow.

You always are complaining
about how you don’t have enough of me.
When you have extra of me you waste me.

I’m not a physical thing
but an idea.

I’m always off by a little,
no matter where you look

I tell you when to do something.
If your early or late.

I’m a grandfather but I don’t have kids.
My pendulum is what digs your grave.

I am fathertime.

The darker armor
sits
still
on the stand.
sharp
blood dripping
sword
clenched in it’s fist.