Ikaw na babaeng sumasayaw sa dilim,
   Ikaw na nakakapit sa patalim:

Di ba nasusugat ang porselanang palad
    Na kasing lambot ng puwit ng sanggol?

Sa matalim na kutsilyong kinakapitan
      Ano mang oras hahatulan ng lipunan?

At sa higpit ng piring mo sa mata,
     Pasasaan pa't mabubulag ka na

Ikaw na babaeng gumigiling-giling,
   Iba't ibang laway ang pinanghihilamos gabi-gabi

Ang sugatan **** puso'y walang gamot
    Ngunit ang kandungan mo'y sagot

Sa mga problema ng mga lalakeng–
      Naghahanap ng panandaliang saya.

Ikaw ba, babaeng hubad,
   Naranasan mo na ba ang lumigaya?

Kumusta na ba ang anak mo sa una **** nobyo?
     Balita ko'y di ka na niya kilala.

Hindi ba't may tatlo ka pa sa probinsiya
   Na pinagkakasiya ang padala **** barya?

Naalala mo ba ang bilin sa 'yo
     Ni Karla na siyang una **** bugaw?

"Huwag **** bigyan ng puwang sa utak mo
      Ang sasabihin ng Inay mo.

Sasampalin ka niya, di ng palad niya,
     Kun'di sakit na dama ng isang Ina.

At iyon ang pinakamasakit
    Sa lahat ng puwedeng sumakit."

Ilang ulit mo na bang tinanong ang sarili
   Kung saan ka nagkamali?

Kung ilang liko ang ginawa
     Para mapunta sa hawlang 'sing dilim ng kuweba

Na pinamamahayan ng mga paniking
     Takot sa liwanag na magpapakita ng mga galos

Na bunga ng mga gabing kinukurot ang sarili,
     Tinatanong, hinihiling na sana'y bangungot lamang

Ang buhay nila sa dilim,
    Pasasaan pa't nasanay na rin.

Ikaw na isang mabahong lihim
   Ng mga mister na may misis na bungangera

Ha'mo na't sa iyo naman sila panatag
     Sa mga suso **** malusog, pinili nilang humimbing.

Ikaw na pantasiya ng karamihan,
   Ano ba ang pakiramdam ng pinagsasalsalan

Ng mga nagbibinatang hindi pa tuli,
      Ng mga lalakeng di kaya ang presiyo mo,

O ng matandang libog na libog sa mabango **** kepyas
      Ngunit nanghihiram ng lakas at tigas sa ******?

Saan ka na ba nakapuwesto ngayon?
    Sa Malate, Morayta, Quiapo, o Aurora?

Ilan na ba ang napuntahan mo?
  Ilan pa ba ang bibiyayaan mo ng iyong alindog?

Sa Makati Ave, Pasay, o sa Parañaque?
      Ha'mo na't langit pa rin naman ang dala mo

Kahit na alam ninyo ng Diyos
    Na nakaukit na ang pangalan mo sa impyerno.

Ikaw na babaeng walang pangalan,
   Ano ba ang itatawag ko sa 'yo?

Ilan na ba ang nahiram mo sa tabloid
  O sa mga artistang iniidolo mo?

Kathryn, Julia, Nadine, Meg, Yen, Anne
    Yna, Katya, Ara, Cristine, Kristine, Maui

Daria, Pepsi, RC, Susan, Gloria, Lorna, Aida, Fe
    Vilma, Sharon, Nora, Maricel, Dina

Ikaw na babaeng 'sing nipis ng balat ng sibuyas ang saplot
   Di ka ba nilalamig sa pag-iisa mo?

Ikaw na babaeng marumi,
  Sadsad na sa lupa ang lipad, saan ka pupunta?

Wala ka nang kawala sa dilim,
     Pasasaan pa't malalagutan ka rin ng hininga
        at  magpapasalamat sa biyaya.

Ikaw na babaeng bukod tangi,
   Ginawa **** lahat pero hindi naging patas ang mundo.

Lunukin mo na lang ang mga hibla ng pagsisisi
    Ipagdadasal kong huwag nang magdilim sa hawla mo.

I wanna see Angels like Lorna sees them today
Please give me the sight,  Angel's, please show me the way
Seen puffs of clouds and sparkles of blue and pink
I want to see more please, more distinct.  
I want to see feathers, vivid colors displayed
I want to hear the harps of the angelic music played
I want to see them smiling at me
I want to see one, no two, NOO Three!!
Given the gift to hear spirits from the other side
Want them to come through, please please I cry!!
I have looked in the sky and seen'em lookin down
thru the clouds
I am in awe, and I am just like....WoW!!!!!!!!!!  
I love and rely on my guardian Angel Jeanine
She knows what I do and she has seen what I see
I know she is there about 3 feet behind.
She is so quiet, full of loyality and so loving and kind
To come into this world with me from the womb
Then to stay behind me silently but with warnings of doom
She gives me signs and I know that I receive them.
I feel mine is a female and not definitely a him
Please always Jeanine know that love I have for you
Its for me, soley me that you do what you do.
God assigned you to me and I definitely agree
If you were not here, then I might not be me.
So please let me see more Angels appear
Let me feel them when they are near
I promise I will treat them with all the love in my heart
But for now thanks allowing the puffs of clouds and the pink and blue sparks.
Thank you for the ones that form from the beautiful clouds
and sky
Thank you for letting them be near me hearing their wings when i have cried
Thank you God for the Angels.  I will will say it a million times
I feel them always in my heart when I hear the church bell chime.
I feel them when I have an issue or sick
I feel them when I am happy and feel Good about this Chick!!
I feel they help my family friends and so many Souls
I feel they are in the trees the sky and when the wind blows
So again I wanna see the Angels Like Lorna can
Reach out Reach out and Just hold my Hand!!    
xoxoxoxo

Looks down at me.
Has empathy but mistakes it for pity.
Treats me like charity and never gives.
Has a car seat but no ******* kids.

She runs us.
She runs us.
Our lady of hope.
She is the future,
She is the horoscope.

A dream of white fences,
And black  and yellow dogs.
With red hydrants and green cops.
And fires burning the logs.

Dining and romancing.
Firehouse roses and  silk beds.
Miles Davis and the sweet soul.
The jazz we burn over a bowl.
Through the city streets, through the empty malls, and vacant houses.
As we pass brothers, and sisters, and mothers, and fathers, and lovers, and many haters,  and twice as many sheep.
To find home and self medicate while I can.

The elastic squish,
Of flesh and juice,
And sheets, and sweat.
Which felt like steam when it rolled.
Smoking. OH HOW SWEET!
HOW SWEET THE DRAG!!
How it filled and thrilled.
As we ashed and smashed.

The coma, the aftermath.
The limbo of luxury.
The ***** of salutatory.
In my bed, I mean her bed.
If we were one, I mean if we’re one.
Then the bed is ours.

Death and dying,
Life and living.
Lives desperately trying.
Love it and we will buy it.

Teach  me to be.
Help me to cry.
Hold  me till I see.
You can be me, and I can be you.

Walk together, all we do.
Fights for peace.
We’ll die for hate.
Oh delusion, how sweet the escape.

In Lorna Doone, his silver
spoon, reflected north from
a gibbous moon.

Up to the highlands, near
Brigadoon, Fiona eloped,
with this rich tycoon.

They crossed the sea, in
a bright pontoon, married,
then settled, at Iskeroon.


Ps.

Lisdoonvarna in Ireland,
is where people go to get
married by a matchmaker.
Lorna Doone is in England.
Brigadoon is in Scotland.
Iskeroon is a house in Co.
Kerry where I am currently
minding for the owners.

This is a true story.

google Iskeroon.com

In marlow be he lopped of puneth steff
und marked léath in toper laked breath.
Larned of gyre within underparried smoth,
Through nigh for lone barnit do such men.

One sclarms in great hooroopalées
To know desous that legemont criney laves,
Und staphe und bemolie dank for tiny ravings
lund for farnitulobomy maketh scathing lathes.

With gear und glem Sten over themble tee,
Class teeblon fra noy in silver nins.
For durng broy al mar laked schees
Lar tophe maynansi tipple skins.

Thar léath ti maynansi ouvrer tair
Lop scollomis trayver lorna frayn.
Ab lasci nordich mosa far tibu glar.
Rate olvo vraydon seem us legemont clane.

That it happened so easily is the surprise
We’d been friends for a long time
The widow and me
After Lorna passed, we used to walk
Down on the esplanade on warm summer nights
Have a glass of wine
See the sights of life passing by
Wondering if that had happened to us
That life passed us by

It was the music on the bandstand
That spoke to us
And the first time we touched
I held her close as we listened
And swayed during the dusk
As she turned to me and with a smile, said
“Let's give it a try.”
We became shadows in the light of the moon
Dancing into the night
And then into forever
It just seemed right
It has since then
Everything’s all right
In fact better than that
You better believe
We danced into a dream