Sand

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Thunder underneath my feet,
My bones are weak,
Eyes longing for sleep –
It has been days, and a week (years?)

How can I still feel,
miles away and still,
Eyes glued, souls intertwined,
Memories kept in time.

I passed by to forget;
Unfold a vision without regret –
I was meant to see,
I was meant to flee –

A sight too great to behold,
a story that has to be told,
Eternally touching without hands,
Yet, bound like drifting sand.

Dorian

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Trouble.

Brewing on my mind,
Why are you so blind?
I can feel it rise –
Like a dying sun.

Brave.
Everything’s unchanged –
Billowing like waves;
Heart inside a cage.

Easier said,
Harder done my friend,
I am sailing on an empty sea –
can you still hear me?

Free.
Flying, drifting – we.
Trying hard to breathe,
A world of make believe;

Feel me.
Darling, skin on skin;
Wearing love so thin,
Burns like cold wind.

Sin.

(In the middle of a brewing storm, Dorian, Florida 9/1/2019)

About You

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The many layers of me,
wanted to know,
the many facets of you;
Each one intricate,
So intensely interested,
to see and feel –
a touch of your soul,
even the wind,
ever so gently whispers
your name,
leaves me insane,
so I die each day,
not knowing if each
piece of your many truths,
exist in harmony
with the many dreams
I have woven in my mind,
about you.

Haphazardly written in the living room. Headphones on.

 

Ama

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Salamat, Ama sa maikling panahon,
at sa pagka-taong iyong hinubog,
Gintong pangaral na mahinahon,
Ang iyong talino na nananalaytay sa aking dugo;

Walang ibang nais,
Kundi iyong katahimikan,
Saan ka man hinatid ng Maykapal,
Ama, nais kong iyong malaman;

Ang bukas man ay mailap,
Tuloy ang pagsisikap,
Sapagkat ikaw ay aking gabay,
Mapapag-tagumpayan ang buhay.

 

To our Daddy, Happy Birthday, may you have a good one in heaven ūüôā

Cool-Off

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Sorry, patawad, hindi ko din mawarian,
kung bakit andito pa ako kung saan mo iniwan;
paano nga ba ang proseso, upang ika’y kalimutan?
Minsan sarili ay di ko maintindihan.

Sandaang taon na ang lumipas,
Lahat ng litrato natin ay sadyang kumupas,
Ngunit sa bawat panaginip,
Parang birong sumasagi sa isip;

Teka nga muna, kailangan nang lumisan,
May mga bagay na walang hahantungan,
Kaya’t paalam, mapagbirong wakas
Upang lisanin ang malabong bukas.

Itanong mo sa buwan nang iyong malaman,
Lahat ng di sinabi ay may kapaliwanagan,
Bawat pagdating ay may paglisan,
Tila tadhana ay nakipagbiruan lang.

#cool-off #tula #kathangisip
#contemporaryTagalog #poem

-In memory of the 1990 earthquake in Luzon that rocked my world.

Even in Winter

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Trees are all I see,
The sun keeps watching me;
Over the clouds, smiling and hovering
How can you think I have forgotten thee?
When in winter, I feel you closer?

Underneath the clouds,
You cannot be found,
And I left, bereft,
So many words unsaid.

The leaves are dead and gone,
and darkest night has come,
But dreams, it seem, can bring
Cold winter into spring.

-haiku 1/04/18

Burned (In the midst of winter)

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You can never go far, chasing a star.
It burns you, tears you apart.
If you are lucky, you can make some art. 
Yet a star feels harsh on the skin,
it sears from within.
Never let your eyes stare,
at its glare, lest you have enough air,
to breathe and live.
For the light it gives,
is painfully sweet,
and tastes of defeat.

-if you catch it, it’s worth it

First Dance

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I was thirteen, the world was young,
The night was light and so were your words,
Older by two years at least,
You were oddly serious – looking, and I was
Sitting there, across the room

Music played, I was my usual quiet self.
Just  when I decided, sleep was better,
Than the noisy world, I saw your hand-
“May I have this dance?”

I stared appalled,
twenty-seven or more young lasses,
in front of you and I,
But it was my hand you held.

It was brief, our eyes never met,
I knew your name
and I was just as perplexed-
It meant nothing,  I bet.

After a year,
The world took its turn,
I lived my life, slowly grew up.
I got a letter , asking how I was.

I wrote back, a friendly gesture,
“Hello, I said, nice to hear from you again.”
Three months later, without replies,
I learned, you passed away, at sixteen.

Maybe I will see you again, another time,
As a friend, a brother, another night,
Maybe we can have another dance,
For now, I leave you in God’s hands…

-To A Friend, Ariel Dioquino, may you rest in peace.

 

 

Raking Leaves

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This is not a poem.

I was raking  leaves at the backyard when I noticed the shapes varied and realized how diverse they looked. Piece by piece,  they got stuck to the steel edge;  as I pulled and gathered, piled and plucked.

Leaves. They are like people Рthey have many colors, some are the same as others,  a few are distinct. Most of which are dead, dried, decomposed, and returning to the ground. Some forcefully severed from healthy branches, only to lie amongst the dead ones, and soon perhaps, will turn as brown and as wasted.

I imagine how the journey of mankind is likened to a leaf’s. At some point you are robust and green in your youth, then as Autumn claims its stake, you turn golden and orange, too bright and too warm until Fall, then life gets you burned, you start to weaken at old age and become anxious about what lies beyond. As you expose yourself with the lies that you were told to believe, later on you will¬† start to detach your self from a wicked system that society forces on everyone.

And you  succumb and die. Like dead leaves.

We all fall down to the ground, leaves and people.  We all return to our source and Creator after we have shone in our brightest colors. Some of us fall earlier in green, quite unprepared and unready. Yet, in the end, winter always come, but those who are unafraid of the bitter cold, are just asleep. Until they awaken to another summer.

This is not a poem. I am just raking leaves.

Katahimikan

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Ako lang ba ang nakadinig,
Ng iyong pagtangis sa kabila
ng mga halakhak at pagtawa?
Ako lang ba ang nakabasa
Sa iyong pagkabalisa?
O sadyang guni-guni lamang
Ang lungkot sa iyong mata?
Ako lang ba ang nakakita
ng malayo mong tanaw
sa kawalan, tila walang patutunguhan?
Baka naman ang iyong katahimikan
ay sadyang mapaglinlang?
At ako ay tila ba napaglaruan-
ng malalim mong isipan?
Marahil ako nga lang…