No matter how much I try to paint my life
And decorate my own soul
At the end of the day
I always, always,
Feel grey and cold.

Time allocates rebirth to nature,
But what of human kind?
Emerging from pink elastic walls-
They call it a miracle of life!
Only to end up as food for flowers.

And everyone is so obsessed
With making the most of their
Time.

What magnificent gardens shall
Accompany their Death?
Curtains of wisteria, rose-red poppies,
Flowers that speak a language
That disregards the natural flow
After sinking into that dark hole.

Delusional!
We don't rest in the garden of Babylon,
Or some fancy European botanical.
Tourists don't ooo and ahhh at the beauty
Of our Lives.

Remembrance after Death
Must be some kind of joke,
Because all I see are
Forgotten tombstones and weeds.

Your cotton-balled mind
Drowns out noise
While heals hit
Stiff, unyielding pavement

Everything is like
The annoyance
Of a mosquito buzz

And swatting
Is just a motion-
Like your legs taking you down the sidewalk
Like your eyes staring at the cracking grey
As you hurriedly move past
Impersonal shadows

I’m like the gravity
In between the space I stay afloat
But I could fall heavily
Wrestling with my own doubts
My colors change
From blue to ash Grey
My colors change
From Grey to midnight blue of different hues
When midnight falls I will never have a clue
If things are true or if I am blue
And I could rain a thousand times
Be the loudest when I cry
And still wait for seven colors to heal
As I hope for time, I know not of what's real
But the weather changes in seconds
So I don't realize the sun rays peeping from within
Or the warmth that touches my skin even the slightest
Not sure when am I the brightest
And now I am a different shade of Grey
I can barely see myself again
Like soft feathers so lightly
I feel the strokes of His mercy upon me
Like gentle breeze whispering "move slowly"

I faded into White...

Stand by Bus-stop, Lights go by,

  Bus don't come, stay- wonder why,

    Man shows up, storm begins,

      Bus comes late; misfortune wins,

        Black and White, Grey in stain,

          Man will disappear again,

       Bus never arrives, sky goes pale,

     Sun goes right but to no avail.
  
   Stranger returns, so does rain

Late for Meeting, Late again.

"Anak, bakit ayaw mo ba ngumiti sa mga larawan? Mahal ba ang presyo ng ngiti mo?!"

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