I really feel more than sad,
To know that thou art gone—Dad.
Dragged away by winds of time,
Far away to a very distant clime.
Leaving me upon shores of life alone
With a physiognomy but forlorn.
Such grievous news unto mine ear,
That nevermore to hold thee near.
Yes, thou art out of human sight—
But may thee dwell in eternal light.
And when my earthly life is over,
Searching thee I'll incessantly halt never,
But wend along the wildest river banks,
Clobbered by wild winds, nest upon trunks,
Journey myriads of galaxies on yonder
Just searching for thee from star to star,
Simply because till we ever meet again,
I'm doomed to languish in a vale of pain.


**REST IN PEACE DAD

Tripping backflipping slipping down a mudslide headfirst thirsting for a concert of conversions some type of diversion from the immersion of quipping and nervous head spinning
My headspace races yonder
I ponder walking for miles deep
Thinking how I can make things better for all of us
The fussing and fighting constant bickering bitterness lingers from ancient arguments and disputes that never got any resolution

We meet one last time on the shoreline
and watch the tall ships sailing by,
hold hands to the end of an ocean
under a deep blue
Summer sky

Set your aim well
narrow your eyes to see
where hatreds dwell.

It's everywhere in the land
with guns in our hand
we are fighting a war
brother against brother
a battle without cessation
nation against nation
settle with the bullet
more right is which faith
decide with gunfire
which race is placed higher
for centuries the same story
battles make bulk history.

Races raged cities burned
but we never learn
to build one world city
one humanity
only aim further well
narrow our eyes to see
where differences dwell.

I am sleeping when i am dying
and nobody would know a difference
and the sun would come up as bright
the world would turn with
or without me
rain would fall
and my pretend grave
would be garnished
with weeds and neglected
yet,
I bought myself a rose today
came in a glass tube
it burnt
my obituary
I got high as a kite and passed out
and thought of
them, again

I read, and read, and read, and read
and sigh.

......plays a big part in our daily lives.

we hear the tune,
we sway, blend in...
we engage in the dance,
we enjoy...sometimes, we clash
with the dialogues, the tempo...we end up staggering,
.....and find ourselves, displaced......

still, we rise from the alien ground
where we surrendered our weight,
ponder on the hows and whys,
dance...sway...blend in, anew,
master the beat of the music
every step and turn of the dance,
we try to avoid to reel again...especially,
on the same part of the tune,
on the same spot where we once fell...

life is a large, brightly lighted stage,
we...are the dancers, the singers, the actors...
some of us opt to be dramatists, or merely listeners,
or obsevers........but, we....are all performers,
in this huge...circular stage...where,
all kinds of drama, and music play......

Sally

Copyright February 11, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

mind the little victories
much as you might how the sting
of hurt does
it just takes willpower
a pill and a lot of beer