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annh Mar 2019
My tears; your pillow,
An unmapped territory.
Will you help me chart this new country?
Or leave me - unto myself -
An island of sorrows?
‘Sometimes a map speaks in terms of physical geography, but just as often it muses on the jagged terrain of the heart, the distant vistas of memory, or the fantastic landscapes of dreams.’
- Miles Harvey, The Island of Lost Maps
win Feb 2018
aquarius rising
age of the future
brotherhood of man
beginning with psychic
compelled creative
created to follow a perfect plan

disillusioned
discovering the essence of
emotions of the higher mind
ephemeris pointing true
for illustration that is me
forget me not as is my ascendant sign
Sally A Bayan Jun 2016
(Monsoon Moments 3)

The Chart is speaking to me
telling me......time has spilled over,
and, shaded most parts of the pie;

the space beyond the three quarters,
is what catches my eyes.........the pie,
looks like a clock, with only a quarter left,
its hands, hurriedly ticking......emphasizing
making it clearer......there is no turning back;

my to-do list alerts me
got to spend my hours...days,
all the more wiser now,
before the last piece of my pie,
before the last slice of my life,
gets consumed...........and, finally,
be...shaded....completely,
..........by.....time........


Sally

Copyright June 14, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...oh, dear...the rains are making me ponder too much....
Angela Mary Pope Aug 2013
Here and suffocating
or gone and homesick
every shade of grass knows
that a sense of loss is certain

I know trust is made
through the bonds we pick
like you know when your mast sails
you're casting your sense of purpose

I'll let you at mapping your unknown seas
you'll leave me to swim in mine
ex marked the how we got here
after I lost my sense of time

You told me from the get go
back then it wasn't hard to hear
Baby I can't be enough for you to hold
while I'm lost in learning how to steer

I knew it wouldn't last when
you were unfamiliar with just lying naked
but sometimes a fox in the lion's den-
his outta place just feels so sacred.

(I had a lovely time.)

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