#pretension
Solving by a flame,
I must be so happy
When born into the world.
Burning on from millennia,
Passion breathes all birth
And end
And everything in-between.
Welded by the inferno,
My face molds to a mask:
Chalk-white as paper skin,
Flakey strips for lips—
My expression alarms.
Into light,
I have projected death
Into shallow screens
With verbose screams.
Emerges towers of babel,
False prophets come as i.
From the pit to the crucifix,
My corpus, my words,
Spreads so thin
As a caricature of God.
I am heresy,
I am the gnostic,
I am conviction
For and against truth.
I am stripped conviction
Of inanity and insanity
Behind and between
Intemperate intellectualism.
Held up to heaven,
My head is afoot
and upturned in disorder.
I have seen,
In violent retribution,
The vehement falsehoods of it all.
I fall to turn
To watchers—
Those who churn
My melted body
To the callous grounds.
In perfervid **********
Burdens strap to backs
And i hold this as novelty.
From its forever conflicts—
Agon of life and fore,
Bodies are torrid
And these ravishments break.
I drown in flaring flagrance,
It bleeds me dry—
These torrid bones of mine.
These final gasps
For air to dust,
I die to an untrue hand.
By a crooked hand,
My voice is seized
From an inflamed throat.
I lie,
Ardent,
Ad a martyr—
My life and death
Has been pretension.
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 12:57 AM UTC
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Sapagkat dumating na ang araw na aking kinatatakutan
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
Before the beginning,
Man said, "This is a world to conquer."
Hence, Man released his word
and it was a resounding,
"I will."
A bright shining beacon
separated the darkness.
This was how it began.
The next day, Man separated
high-minded thoughts from base desires
and called one educated and planned,
the other, trivial and crass,
and made one above the other in ranks.
Morning and evening passed.
On the third day, the desires were gathered
and separated into virtues and vices.
Each had seeds abundant with
the reapings of their own rewards and consequences.
All was good but the darkness and light
were stark. So on the fourth day
Man said, "I will give the darkness flecks of light
and the light covers of darkness
so that everything will have shadows
and shades to cover themselves upon."
And Man saw all was as he pleased.
Then Man pronounced, "I will fill
the virtues and vices with every sort of thing
to feed on according to their kind.
They shall be fruitful and multiply and they shall
swarm and crawl and fly according to their own kind.
They shall become beasts and livestock which
plot and prey on each other according to their own kind."
And so it was on the fifth day.
When Man saw how everything
was as he made it to be,
Man said, "I shall make a god in my own image, he will
be as I proclaim and
be the bearer of my creation. He will be for me
a cause to have dominion over all."
And so on the sixth day,
Man created a god in his own image
to subdue everything. He said to him, "Now, you will
grant me permission to do as I have always done and
in your name, claim glory."
On the seventh day, Man saw all was absolved
and done according to his will.
Man rested and let the name of god
carry the load.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
He blindly pretends it is bliss
living in his favorite dream,
and try to believe there are no
consequences as dream has no limits.
But who knocks on the door in this hour?
reality seems to be in her limits of patience.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
Whimsical strings of particular words;
Cut and pasted into delicate furnishings.
A cadence,
Rhythm,
Feeling.
Weaved together into metaphorical meanings
And deeper understandings of not only oneself
But the collective mind of humankind
As if great discoveries are made with every letter.
The barely comprehensible wisdom resonates,
Echoing off walls and through empty minds
As if carrying more of a meaning
Than a gentle breeze
Entertaining a slip of paper
Through its nimble fingers.
It’s hollow bones would crumble under
the slightest press.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
So complicated
So difficult
There should be no mistake
There should be no fault
So disgusting
So stressful
I should always smile
I should look beautiful
Life should look perfect
Though it is like a mess
Under the bright spotlight
Everyone makes a guess
Look at me in the eye
I am a celebrity
Only beautiful things
You can see them from me
I smile and laugh
I never look dry
Under the bright spotlight
I should never cry
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Her mind is a thicket, never once pruned,
her heart is in turmoil, weeping blood
she puts on thick makeup, artfully smiles
her mirror image laments,"Are you relevant?"
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
in an attempt to fit a square
into a circle
she shed her skin
rearranged her face
into something you'd look at
she chose her words carefully
saying things you want to hear
she colored her hair white
but her soul remained
as black as the night
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC