The heart is an over-used analogy for love.
besides, parasites are more fitting.

Like a flatworm, you're under my skin.
But theres no doctor who can get you out.
Scientists don't speak of how you got in.

A new discovery, nothing to stop you devouring me.

Life goes on, scars fade
They can't hurt me now
They're out of my reach
And that's worse, somehow

I tend to do this unforgiving
method of maddness when it comes to writing
I'll start and stop, repeating onto new work
unfinishing the last.

incomplete as each piece may be,
the brain is scattered
lost and afraid, it'll never feel the same way.
connected to what new beginnings
may be.

A colorful, blinking lantern
dangles by the eave's ceiling
green, red and yellow lights hung
outside the window, stilled at day time
but......dazzle the eyes at night

i am late... no pots of poinsettia
yet, to brighten the veranda

in the living room
the tree top is bare,
no pretty angel or a bright star
to complete its attire
mind is already set, decided, on what
festive foods should adorn the table
what gifts...to be laid under the tree
........all these occupy my mind,
........as every once in a while
i think of unfinished issues,
uncompleted tasks that nag me
.......problems i could not resolve
.......a few unfulfilled promises
.......to some....and to myself
some planned moments...failed
my targeted time....didn't work

Christmas eve is fast approaching
the house...is not yet fully decked...
i am standing.....and though i think of
these thoughts of incompleteness,

after all these years,
i don't care that much anymore

i just wish, it would be easy and slow
when things, or people have to go
i wish that love would abound,
to never cease.....the fires of anger
and hate, be doused and subdued....
i wish that all, including myself,
find wisdom in the serenity prayer...
i wish that we shift our eyes, our hearts,
away from material things...from power...
let us focus on Him...the true reason
for this festive holiday season......

may peace reign the world over
may it begin with you...and me...

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Prayer of Serenity

God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
And wisdom to know the difference...
:::::::::::::



Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
December 20, 2018

Sometimes I think to myself
And then I regret it
Sometimes I wonder whether it's worth it
These pages of poems I write every month
Just for the chance that maybe I'll dance with the near scrape of death
And be nearing my end, when suddenly somebody finds my notepad and pen
And they say to the press "Hey this kid's impressive,
He's written a thousand poems that are really depressing"
And the Sun picks them up and they publish them all
As I perish and know that my legacy stalls
In the hands of those others who wield my new fame
And decide they can use it for greater acclaim
So they buy better treatment to make sure I live
So I'll keep writing poems for the public to give 0 ***** about
That's the problem with writing is nobody reads
Unless it's amazing or on their news feed
And even if that they won't read it for long
As David Jones proved the perfect poem's a
Line of
A few words
Spaced out
For no reason

But **** what do I know, he's selling books and I'm sat on the ******* bitter and losing
There's no chance of ever being discovered in death,
People forget you and then they forget
That you ever did anything
Unless it was great, or showed up in their textbooks
I doubt I'll do that
But I know what I might do
Is keep writing poems that are only for me
And ignore that whole legacy fantasy
And hope that it works out eventually
Because rhyming is harder than I expected
And avoiding cliché is too

Behold for a while, 
O moments, just for a while !
Let me count again,all those
moments of togetherness
with LIFE.
Before I fade.
I know, moment by moment 
you slipping from my bare hands.
you are not here to collect 
the broken pieces, my broken pieces 
which, was  smashed, razed to the grounds 
by you once, every time.  
yet, I tried to mend my self 
collect them but,
I know, it’s too late.
As you are here to claim me.
I won’t disappoint you
here I am
I am all yours, Sweetie.