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Minsan isang araw tayo’y magkikita

Mga ngiti’y mamamalas - sa pananabik ay lunas

Mga mata’y mangungusap na tila ba nangangarap

Tangan ang isang hiling - Pag-ibig yaring hanap.



Minsan isang araw tayo’y mag-uusap

Ihahayag ng puso - natatanging pagsuyo

Ibubulong sa hangin - aanurin sa baybayin

Paglingap at hangarin walang sawang sasambitin.



Minsan isang araw ika’y mayayakap

Ikukulong sa ‘king bisig, tila kalong ng ulap

Nanamnamin ang sandaling walang kasing sarap

Aangkinin ang ligayang wri’y abot alapaap.



Minsan isang araw ika’y mahahagkan

Kasabay ang damdaming pagsinta kailan pa man

Mga labi’y magniniig habang dinig yaring himig

Walang humpay itong minsan ‘pagka’t ika’y iniibig.

t t t tttap the clever
W O R D S;,...
they just
           w _ a _ _ i _ _ _ t  there

some//thing
i can't press in my palms
tugs. at. my. skull.
twistsupmyspine

it doesn't feel good
this\trying\to\feel\  a  n  y  thing
then _ there's
bodies; I need

it's just a {mirage}
to  >linger  >upon
so intricate in e^ver^y^de^tail
evenyoucannot  #see

so guess what, one day
I found a key (to a closet (in the church.))
and it was very dark and dusty
in there &
the ladder nailed to the wall was only wide
enough for
one
foot
at-a
time,
so, it’s lucky that
I’m skinny enough to wri-i-iggle my shoulders
up and through the hole in the
closet’s web-trailing ceiling.

I clambered up there and into this black
forest.
Plants were sprouting
up in big rills and clumps--
stalks thin as my finger and
pipes wider than my waist,
some fading up into the ceiling’s darkness...
others squatting low, and glaring up
at me with One. black. eye.
they were all deathly still.

Then,
the creaking boards, the black forest, the cramped path of unmarked dust that winds between the pipes, all that just
SIGHED and VIBRATED,
and with a hisssing hoarsse
!shhhhhhhh...
breathed!
and my heart just stops!!! BAM!





{cricket}


and i feel ****** into a dark mouth! i am caught and trapped by this black closet’s maw andI’mwaitingfor Godknowswhat tocomewrigglingfromthepipes-- ! --!
and then guess what?:

!b’URsting up its throat
is a SONG!
slowlyand Suddenly,
a blaring, screaming,
golden
!EAgle of a chord
that s(oa)rs and c’RASHES into anotherand another one
all rising and falling,
champing at the bit until One Thousand hhums and shhivers
fill each pipe.

and it feels like
holding ten coins in a stack and making them jump-clink-clickity-HOP together--
oh, it feels like
pushing your fingertips into a bucket of cold paint
it feels like the moment after jumping off of a tall tree
it feels like un-rippling your braided hair with both hands
like a songbird’s claws curling about your finger,
like closing your eyes in a hot summer-sun
and falling asleep in a hammock

it feels like holding a blacksnake
that curls and struggles strong against your wrists,

that’s what this church ***** feels like.

I’m gonna **** the genius that started playing while I was in there.

i
"It's over, isn't it?" You ask,
Unsure of what to do. Bask
In the glory of forgetting a
Fight, fulfilling what I would say,
Night coming to take me away,
For I cannot stay. Breakaway, nay,
My mind will not sway. Play
For the day I will say
And pray that I must get
Away. Away. Away. And never ask
In what way I did bask.

ii
But the words are cut short.

 iii
And someone else will die tonight,
This is simply the human plight.
We do not control, or know,
How we'll react to Death's scythe.*
Running up from behind, poked sides?
Charging headlong, blind, and teeth bright?
Or a chase, running shorts chafing?
But I have not finished wri-

iv
The fever is the cure, no?

v
I do not suffer, or
Make others suffer, yet
I am told that I am
Heartless, lack empathy,
Am mean. My rage speaks truth,
And the truth can help you.

vi
It's all in your head, right?

1 weeks pass by
With my mind still numb
Crack open the notebook
Retrieving a pencil to hand
I proceed to wri......
Nothing
Mind goes numb
How does one break of this spell?

2 weeks pass by
As I visit Hello Poetry daily
Reading poems,
Never reacting to some.
As my mind could not
Even fathom a response.

3 weeks pass by
I grow wary of my notebook
Collecting dust has become its new fame
Would peek through it time to time
Looking for hints
To guide me from this spell.

4 weeks pass by
A part of me felt lost
Have I broken from my love?
Finally, the advice of a long lost friend
Came back with fury
"Just write, scribble, ramble, and rant"
The spell was broken and my mind freed.
Spent the night with my one true love.

⚓    ⚓    ⚓

Name that metaphor (half-assed boating)

Polish the brass on your life preserver

Wring out some meaning for dockside observer

Moorings are tenuous; life is floating.

Whatever
We write is a painting

On which love stands out.