MI AMOUR'
Spaniard quest
MI AMOUR'
Of ancientness,
MI AMOUR'
Of eastern sea,
MI AMOUR'
Canst thou feel me breathe?
MI AMOUR'
Of coffee trend,
MI AMOUR'
Thy moons thy friend,
MI AMOUR'
Calleth me crazed!
MI AMOUR'
Poetry slave,
MI AMOUR'
Of unknown earth's,
MI AMOUR'
I know thy lonesome curse,
MI AMOUR'
Of Cinderella wants
MI AMOUR'
I'll bandage thy cuts,
MI AMOUR'
We've known eachother so long, yet thou doth not know???
MI AMOURI,
Of mine, in a past life its eachother we chose!!!!!!

we are the stories between the armpit
and the hand
between the whisper and the sigh
forged by galaxies of wounds
in the fragility of light
of spaces crushed
by the acceleration of time
our irises boundless
sometimes

we are the stories that tell
our soles when to stop
our bones when to sing
that put sunflowers
in our haze
cranberries in our waitings
delight in our might
skyscrappers of thought in our deeds
promises in our hands full of mud
over caskets

we are the stories of love's failure
(aren't we asking too much from love?)
of decay of pretend of parasitic laughter
of the violence of bodies without minds
without singing in the hearts
stories of fists strife and toil,
the boredom of dawn
repetition of self-deception
circles not round
triangles full of hurt
of the rigidity of one plus one
equals two
the rest is wonder

so many stories exchanging nouns, verbs
attributes just to capture
what is forever escaping alluding flowing
naturally undisturbed in the exchange of
vowels
like dark matter that escapes iself
only in dreams

was it the awe of vowels that invented the world?

incessantly on the edge
of chaos of blindness of knowing
of loss of void of grief & joy
of floating to the unknown
or pausing into certainty
hard working minds and eager souls
errect citadels of meaning
in dialogue sometimes
or as oppressive as
the denial of slippery roads
of sad guitars or
maddening violins

our shadows sit closely next to us
precisely when
we're stepping into the light

I watched you as a drop of water run
Liquid in this bony place of stanchions
Cases, bags and hardened faces.

For a time you lasted here
Shaken by bad tempered stampings
Waitings
Delays and
Endings.

Until at last
You fell.
And rose again
As cloudy light
Enchantment for a sky we cannot see.

the engines of night labor in the distance
flush with the sound of enduring all that might come
flush with sounds of all those  who thrive in its endless warrens

the creeping shadow
waitings baited breath just at lights edge
for a quick peek at another way of life
but must retreat along its own mindless dream ways
a victim of its fantasy of ever better tomorrow's

the engines of night labor on
producing a fine silt that stains the river of time
with its dark mutterings
and cast off malformed beasts
they writhe in pain at the touch of light
that speak in dead languages of mystery's
that souls never harbored

bring out the small boat
we venture out onto the still waters
mindful of the noise we incur
that threatens to expose us
to all prying eyes
we put out our line
and fish for the treasure
but never having been here before
we failed to think that nothing will be gained
we failed to believe we could ever succeed

i must soon leave this room
this place of years
and venture onto the sandy soil
onto the thick air that strangles
and hope there is something to be gained
from such utter folly

We talked for a while and I thought it was fun

but just like I’ve said a few other times, we are done.

I knew our friendship was dead

the moment you took what your close friends said

turned it into a gun with a bullet

looked at the trigger and decided to pull it.

Sometimes you going to lose some

and earn some, but the feeling I hate the most is feeling dumb

yes I know I was not doing the right thing

but the choices you made was intriguing.

Turn it around to a time after the mess

it wasn’t pleasant for me, I do confess

but the feeling and waitings killing me

you made me stay static like a dead tree

when you turned all the issues of you three

onto a train and sent that train to me like it was on a killing spree.

Now I’m stuck with a memory

that would hang me and even follow me to the cemetery

Now I understand that I lost a good friend

who didn’t understood what it was like at my end.

Things come and things go

but still it was never for show

whether our friendship was real

or were you just hiding it to get to better deal.

Ask around, figure out how many knew we were mates

barely anyone knew and it felt like I was getting rolled over by skates.

Now that everything’s final and we’re parting ways

I am admitting that I did miss the good old days

the good old days now become lodged in the past

and we should move on at last.

Don’t try to talk to me anymore

because what we had existed only before

now vivid images represent wasted times

and that’s the last of my rhymes.

(This was inspired by Pradip's comments on
      an old  poem  of mine,  "Anticipation."
          It's been a year since...and i still
             go back to that poem, to read
                his words.....to recall the
                    countless waitings i
                        went through in
                              my life.)


Pradip Chattopadhyay › Anticipation
Anticipation is such a perfect word Sally for the hopeful wait.
Let's hope we come out of it more resilient more humane.



THE HOPEFUL WAIT

We wait for something to
take place...desperately,
we count the days, the hours,
for a wish to materialize,

a small voice whispers
encourages us to hang on,
to not think of the waiting
as a difficulty,
like, a cross to bear,
because.....it is not...

the waiting time, the passing
hours, are journeys where
epiphanies unfold, and clarify
our dimmed perspectives.

while we wait, while battling
adversity and weariness,
we must make sure to fortify
our faith, our determination,
our patience, and not go the
opposite way...

some may not agree...but, there is
wisdom in what could be, where
none is certain...we see its beauty
when recalling the waiting.....life
teaches us to welcome, to embrace
the uncertainty....to trust the wait.

............
.........
.....


sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
  November 27, 20

you and me is the greatest team
but before the year ends, it becomes we
all the waitings are worth it
and forevermore, i will be yours

when a heart is broken as the teardrops fall
deep inside your shell you begin to crawl
your world is upside down so full of despair
when the love you knew is no longer there.

you think theres nothing left but you still have you
turn it all around thats the thing to do
dont sit in the dark. just sit there and cry
sitting in your sorrow watch the world go by.

it will take sometime for your heart to heal
time is  on your side to change the way you feel.
when the waitings over time to start again
gone now as the hurt along with all the pain.

time to mend the heart that was broke in two
you must move along and bring back love to you.
now you can be you. start again once more
time to love again as you did before.

when a heart is broken as the teardrops fall
deep inside your shell you begin to crawl
your world is upside down so full of despair
when the love you knew is no longer there.

you think theres nothing left but you still have you
turn it all around thats the thing to do
dont sit in the dark just sit there and cry
sitting in your sorrow watch the world go by.

it will take sometime for your heart to heel
time is your side to change the way you feel.
when the waitings over time to start again
gone now as the hurt along with all the pain.

time to mend the heart that was broke in two
you must move along and bring back love to you.
now you can be you and start again once more
time to love again as you did before.