"austin" poems
Napabuntong-hininga na lamang
Tila ba tumatakbo ang bubutil na pawis sa noo niya
Sasabak na naman si Tatang sa gyera
Pilit binuhat ang sakong mas mabigat pa sa kanya
Marupok na ang mga buto
Ngunit hindi ang puso
Ang wika nya, "Walang hindi gagawin para sa apo."
Si Nena, sampu na ang anak
Hindi na magkanda-ugaga
Iiyak ang isa, gutom naman sa kabila
Sa sususunod na buwan,
malapit na siyang manganak
Ang ama ng mga bata, naroon sa kanto
nagpapakalunod sa alak
Sabi nga nila, walang hindi gagawin
ang magulang para sa anak.
Tanghaling tapat na,
almusal pa rin ang hinahanap
Natulala na lamang si Nena nang malaman,
ang tatay niya'y
patay na
-Tula X, Margaret Austin Go
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
Ang iyong mga matang nangungusap
Lumuluha ng buhangin
Kasama ng iyong mga pangarap
Lumipad na at nagtago sa mga ulap
Ang halimuyak ng iyong mga yakap
ay nadarama pa rin
Pilit hinugot ang mga ugat ng pasakit
Sa puso niya
Binaon nang walang pasabi
Kasabay nang pag iyak ng langit
Kailanman hindi mawawaglit
Lahat ng mga salitang nasambit
Ngunit ngayon kasama na ng hangin
Ang pagibig na hindi pa rin kayang limutin
-Tula II, Margaret Austin Go
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
Tangan ang mga halik mo
Sa aking palad umaagos
Ang damdamin minsan ay umalab
Parang sigarilyong nauupos
Dahan-dahang nauubos
Kaya nga bang balikan ang kahapon
Binaon na natin sa kahon
Katulad ng mga dahon
Nalanta at di na makaahon
Kaya pa nga bang ibalik ang kahapon
Sa saliw ng mga puso natin
Ngayon ay uhaw sa pagsintang
Naudlot ng pagkakataon
-Tula III, Margaret Austin Go
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
Tinalikdan ng araw ang langit
Hinayaang lamunin ng dagat ang hari
Mahinahon ang karagatan
Tila nagdurugo ang tubig
Hinabol ang hangganan ng nakikita
Doon nasilayan ang mukha ng asawa
Papalapit ngunit hindi naman niya kayang masungkit
Mga mata'y ipinikit
Sinariwa ang halimuyak ng kanyang mga halik
Labis na nasasabik
Gustong balikan ang mga sandali
Pagbukas ng mga mata,
Kadiliman ang naghasik
ng labis na pangungulila't hinagpis
-Tula IX, Margaret Austin Go
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
Malalagkit na mga halik
Amoy ng alak at yosi,
kumakapit sa damit
Kaunting barya,
puri ang kapalit
Eto ang turo ni inay
"Kapalan mo ang lipstick anak,
hindi magtatagal ikaw di'y masasanay"
manipis na tela
ang bumalot sa murang katawan ni Teresa
"Sariwang-sariwa!"
hindi magkamayaw ang mga kalalakihan
Sa entablado kinalimutan
ang nagdurusang puso
binalatan nang dahandahan
-Tula XI, Margaret Austin Go
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
Umiiyak ang dilag nang walang patid
Kasama ang dugo at basahan sa sahig
Nais kong mabatid
Ano ang nagdulot sa nadaramang sakit?
Binunyag ng kanyang mga mata
Walang puknat na pagsisisi ni isa
Hindi na alam kung ligaya ba o pighati
Dahil ngayon alam niyang tapos na ang lahat
Pakiwari niya
Natutulog na ang mga alon
Noon siya ay nilulunod
Naghuhumiyaw na damdamin puno ng hinagpis
Gusto niyang isigaw sa hangin
Ngayon kailangan na niyang linisin
Niyurak na pagkatao dahandahan bubuuin
Pinira-piraso
Ngumiti siya na para bang payaso
Isinilid niya sa sako
Kahit gusto man niyang maglaho
Ang amoy nitong mabaho
Nanatili pa rin sa damit niya
Parang bang tumitiling aso
Sinuyod ang masukal na gubat
Tinunton ang malalim na balon
Puno na ng lumot
Doon niya inihulog
Ngayon basahan ng mga kumot
At ang bangkay ng ama
Kasama ng kaluluwa niyang
Hinalay nang walang awa
-Tula VI, Margaret Austin Go
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
Sa akin mo lamang ibaling
Ang matamis **** pagtingin
Sapagkat hindi kayang atimin
makitang sa kanya nakatingin
Kulang pa ba ang pangakong
ngayo'y sasambitin
na lahat ibibigay
Hindi ka mabibitin
Musika ng puso'y aawitin
Sana bukas,
ang puso mo na
ay sa akin
-Tula VIII, Margaret Austin Go
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
Kinikilig pati ang mga butuin
Sa saliw ng iyong boses na malambing
Nakadungaw sa bintana
kahit lahat sila'y nakahimbing
May kaba sa damdamin
Paano bukas lahat sila'y magagalit?
Si ama , hahabulin ka ng itak
Natawa na lamang
Ang mga braso ko'y hinatak
Naglapit ang mga muka
Muntik ng atakihin sa kaba
Ang puso ko ata ay nahulog
Nang si bantay ay umalulong
Dali-dali ay nagtago
Tinginan nati'y di pa rin nagbabago
"Kailangan ko nang bumalik sa silid."
ang wika ko
Sabay dagling humalik sa sinta ko
-Tula VII, Margaret Austin Go
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
Alcoholism took my father away from me.
I watched him destroy his life from the age of five.
When Austin left us- I watched his life shatter completely.
I started to plink away on the piano.
Then he started to pick up the pieces.
He got his life together, remarried, and is trying to repay a lost childhood.
So I continue to play.
Now, I'm watching both my sister's life come to crumbles at the lips of a bottle.
So I play louder.
One has gone to rehab for drugs and alcohol.
She is getting better- back on her feet.
The other has moved out and cut off communication with our Father.
So I keep playing.
I'll write a sonng or two for you-
and I'll wait for you to come home.
All I've ever known alcohol to do- is destroy.
And people wonder why the smell nauseates me..
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
Isang kulisap
Ang ninakawan ng kinang
Ikinulong sa sisidlan
Bigla kang nanginig
Nang unang marining
Ang hikbi niyang puno ng pait
Bumalik din sayo ang sakit
Hindi ba't
Ikaw din ang may kakagawan
Ang iniisip ay sarili lamang
Bakit hndi ikaw ang magsimula
Pakawalan siya
At sindihan ang ninakaw niyang kinang
-Tula IV, Margaret Austin Go
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC
Palutang-lutang sa gitna ng dagat
Gawa ng luha kong
sinubukang saluhin sa tasa
ngunit hindi nagkasya
Sinong sasagip
sa pusong takot malunod?
Hahayaan na lamang bang magpaanod
sa tulirong mga alon
Wari'y sila ring nalilito
Saan nga ba patutungo?
Ngunit ang damdamin,
Sa iyo pa rin gustong dumaong
Umaasang sa dalampasigan,
Sa mga bisig mo, ako sisilong
Parola, Margaret Austin Go
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
Huwag ka nang magalala
Susubukan kong
Itali sa iyong pulso
Yaring munting tala
'Wari isang lobo
Upang ikaw ay tumahan na
Gaano ba kasakit ang iwanan?
Paano ba tatakpan ang mga lamat
ng puso **** nabasag?
Hayaan **** ihele ka
ng mga mumunting kuliglig sa parang
Sa pagtulog mo
Hangad ko rin
Mabura ang sakit
na iyong dinaranas
-Tula V, Margaret Austin Go
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 7:14 AM UTC
My name is Zaynah,
I my best friend is Dayna.
I love volleyball,
and love to go to a fancy ball.
I love school,
cause I am way too cool.
I love One Direction, Justin Bieber, Cher Lloyd, 5 Seconds of Summer, & Austin Mahone from Texas,
& I want to drive a
Lexus.
That is all about me,
oh and I love to watch T.V.
~Zaynah
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
I found serenity
as I drown myself
in these salty tears
Ripples
severe the kind of longing
that succumbs
every part of my insides
In your absence
so perniciously
suffocating
my frail heart indulge
in these surge of montage
vivid memories of you
radiant,
warm,
ecstatic
I relinquish
-Longing, Margaret Austin Go
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Gusto kong higitan
ang kinang ng mga butuin
Baka sakali ako'y iyong mapansin
Nagtatago sa mga hibla ng ulap
Ang pag sinta ko sayo
Sa puso ko'y lumaganap
Tila apoy na nilalamon ang kaluluwang
Tigang sa pagibig
Ang simpleng hiling
Higitan ang mga butuin
At kung maaari kay Kupido bigkasin
Sana'y puso nya din ay panain
-Tula II, Margaret Austin Go
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
Yes we did we went out to Phil's
and horked down a meal of fat
not for the old as it'd prolly ****
that's just a matter of fact
Juicy burgers and moist buns
filled with meat and with cheese
no greater feast under the sun
so we ate it quick as you please
We followed it up with Amy's ice cream
creamy and full of the best
something she'd never eaten or seen
putting too shame all the rest
Back at her place
we rolled and we played
we did things that have never been done
Settled our hungers
and settled our moods
our bodies we teased as we sung
I know it's so rude and crude
as she screamed at the top of her voice
beneath her sheets all steamy and lude
"I'm so **** creamy and juicy and moist"
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
I saw you swimming
in my teacup
I sipped and tasted
so much bitterness
in this teabag,
Pieces of my heart
crushed and dehydrated
As I hear the raindrops
continue to dance
in the same puddles
they created
Promises that we have broken
I have to add sugar
and a little bit of tear
In my cup of tea,
I saw you floating
I took a teaspoon
and shove you deeper
into a whirlpool
that reminded me
how much
I was a fool
for you,
I have to finish it all
Lined my throat
in bittersweet guilt
Swallowed them all
and ah!
a sigh of relief
I must be dreaming
-Tea, Margaret Austin Go
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
[Dedicated to Austin Osman Spare]
Have pity ! show no pity !
Those eyes that send such shivers
Into my brain and spine : oh let them
Flame like the ancient city
Swallowed up by the sulphurous rivers
When men let angels fret them !
Yea ! let the south wind blow,
And the Turkish banner advance,
And the word go out : No quarter !
But I shall hod thee -so !
While the boys and maidens dance
About the shambles of slaughter !
I know thee who thou art,
The inmost fiend that curlest
Thy vampire tounge about
Earth's corybantic heart,
Hell's warrior that whirlest
The darts of horror and doubt !
Thou knowest me who I am
The inmost soul and saviour
Of man ; what hieroglyph
Of the dragon and the lamb
Shall thou and I engrave here
On Time's inscandescable cliff ?
Look ! in the plished granite,
Black as thy cartouche is with sins,
I read the searing sentence
That blasts the eyes that scan it :
**** and SET be TWINS."
A fico for repentance !
Ay ! O Son of my mother
That snarled and clawed in her womb
As now we rave in our rapture,
I know thee, I love thee, brother !
Incestuous males that consumes
The light and the life that we capture.
Starve thou the soul of the world,
Brother, as I the body !
Shall we not glut our lust
On these wretches whom Fate hath hurled
To a hell of jesus and shoddy,
Dung and ethics and dust ?
Thou as I art Fate.
Coe then, conquer and kiss me !
Come ! what hinders? Believe me :
This is the thought we await.
The mark is fair ; can you miss me ?
See, how subtly I writhe !
Strange runes and unknown sigils
I trace in the trance that thrills us.
Death ! how lithe, how blithe
Are these male incestuous vigils !
Ah ! this is the spasm that kills us !
Wherefore I solemnly affirm
This twofold Oneness at the term.
Asar on Asi did beget
Horus twin brother unto Set.
Now Set and Horus kiss, to call
The Soul of the Unnatural
Forth from the dusk ; then nature slain
Lets the Beyond be born again.
This weird is of the tongue of Khem,
The Conjuration used of them.
Whoso shall speak it, let him die,
His bowels rotting inwardly,
Save he uncover and caress
The God that lighteth his liesse.
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Family is the best treasure
And its a great pleasure
Life is almost as light feather
I have a friend named heather
Now you know my treasure
And that is my favorite
And great pleasures
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
No sun this morning. Rather,
Austin struck gray
Thru and thru.
There is a bite to god’s madness--16 years
Of sun before I came--16 years
Of fall, rain, fertile soil raised by
Red star.
You, obscured in morning, take my
Love out my mouth, my messenger in railed
Kisses.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
"Sorry, Austin...not for us...Best with it."
"Four Verses of Inexpressive Groaning,
and 15 Ughs to be Sung in Beethoven's 9th. "
Ughghghgh.
Ughyughghg.
Eighghghgugh.
Myeeeghghg?
Eeehghghg...
Myegghghugh.
Ghghghghg.
Huhhghghg?
Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.
Shrug- eh?
Uhhhmmm...
Eghghghghg....
Myughghghg...
grughghghg.
Gaaah...?
Blughghg.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
You know, I never met a Frank I really hated too much,
except for when I was little and I despised
my ******* grandfather for threatening to
nail my ears to a door every forty minutes.
Having said that, there's a hole somewhere where
people vacation from life and I haven't found it,
but the closest I can get is bed.
I woke up with half my *** still asleep.
I hurt somewhere new every day.
But hey, it can't all be **** coffee and half wilted daisies, eh?
I got my copy of "Eaten by Machines; Collected Poems of Austin Heath."
Look at that.
My word in print.
I'm not making a **** cent off of it,
but there it is. I'll call myself a writer now.
At least out in the open.
Among people.
Sigh.
What if further on down the century,
people decide these years were the first
seeds pushed into the dirt that would
start the apocalypse?
Or, what if we are already the post-apocalypse?
This place smells funny.
What if the past heard about the future,
learned about all the wealth and resources we had
at our disposal, and instead built fancier weapons
for the war machine?
Would they even hesitate to call us monsters,
and declare the future the end?
What the **** do you think we're looking down?
We're all going to go insane,
and **** each other in our sleep,
and we'll sleep rarely because we
realize that it is one big
unprofitable blind spot.
We'll die half-narcoleptic, insomniac, lucid dreaming lunatics,
with manic paranoia and no conscience for violence.
In our sleep.
Sleep.
I can't quite remember why I left bed,
I guess I needed more sunshine in my diet.
My phone is off, it's past noon, and I haven't eaten.
Frank is disappointed.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
To watch or not to watch.
That is the question;whether it is nobler in my mind to suffer the feels and emotions of addicting shows and yet be so in love with them.
To watch, to cry.
One more episode and only sleep will help me to end.
The heartache and the thousand cinematic shocks the writers are obsessed with.
‘tis a consuming world with everything I wish.
To watch, to cry. To cry-- perhaps too much. Ay, but it's worth it.
For, when watching these shows and knowing what feels may come, when we have shuffled off this depressing factor, we must not forget the humor that makes happiness last oh so long.
To watch characters travel the depths of space and time.
The detectives prove wrong the proud men and even the relationships and love ‘tween the main protagonists.
The insolence of the hiatus that even patient fangirls cannot take. When we go on great adventures with a hobbit and a ring. Who could bear the long wait? To punt a sweat is a weary life. To discover world's unknown from books or shows. We travellers never want to return.
Our fangirl hearts burn and even still
We would rather bear the tears we have Than live in a world where there are none. Thus Fangirls are not cowards, not at all
Thus we are heroes so very proud
So we proudly say take flight on the enterprise with Captain Jean Luc
We bare our lights sabers alight
And lose ourselves in the action
Go we now happy as could be-- off to fangirl forever
To be normal? Ha! Never.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
**We’re Gonna Need Some Sunglasses For This Mushroom Cloud
Gonna need some sunglasses for this one,
it’s 6AM I’m in LA it’s been a long night for sure,
just gotta get into that cafe get that cappuccino,
then get safely unnoticed and back to the idling car,
Jar,
of Flies,
sorry I’m not sorry,
that’s a bad reference to 1995,
bad because Jar of Flies was a different year,
different year different name,
’95 was self-titled,
‘Alice In Chains’,
remind me again,
what the heck we’re talking about,
this poem has no parameters,
it’s off course but still going along,
gonna need some sunglasses for this one,
like my glasses like I like my roast,
with my Valentino’s and dark cappuccino,
and you with your mimosa my dear Yoda let us toast,
“To the Next Episode!” let’s go,
No Dre though it’s more of a Good Day,
not to be rude to Ice Cube but I got ice cubes in my flute,
in perpetual motion from chronic transitions of change,
and when I say Change I’m not talking about Rock The Vote,
because we all see where voting got us,
now we got ‘ Donald Duck Mr. Talk A lot of Nonsense’,
we got that stone cold soviet ****** Kim Jong-un launching stunner missiles like Steve Austin,
dropping finishing moves ’Cold Stunning’ but instead of a drop kick he’s bomb launching,
we can’t even stop him as in Kim Jong-un with bad movies and meetings with Dennis Rodman,
Oh My God Son!
We’re really gonna need some sunglasses for this one,
have you ever seen the magnificence of an Atom Bomb,
a mushroom clouds of the most beautiful hues,
a moment of infinite Light just before the moment we’re all eternally gone…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆**
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
You said you're innocent
and that all was just coincidence
I sneered "Oh, such confidence.."
I feigned my courage
but how could I manage
to taste this cold spoilt porridge?
Why does it hurt more when you say this?
Why does your tears feel like acid on my skin?
Do you see these wounds?
They never healed
You scratched my scars
All those times you pleaded
You twisted the knife you once stabbed
You drilled your nails as I watch it jarred to my flesh
And what else? Drenched them with brine of memories
But where were you all those years?
When this girl cried buckets
Drowned with her own tears?
How I wish
You can put her arms back to their sockets
Maybe then
She will forget how you made her feel
And once again
Hold you like everything was just a dream.
-Twist The Knife, Margaret Austin Go
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC