the wings of the sentimental drifter
winging high grand and stately above us
with little tiny flaps of motion
settled in my lonely singleness
on top of the curious mountains
at the depths of the freezing cold seas
the pleasant sounds never faltered
to reach the ears of destiny
the rush of the blissful wind
quietly heard the flow of streams
the lonesome mystifying lullaby
realized the passage of dreams
my enchanting melodious sonata
searching for the power to claim
with the cupid's seducing-tipped arrow
will sting the notes of the song and win
heaven sent this nighttime sonata
to swing you to sleep to dreamland
alter the path of your lovely dreams
and lead those meanings to my heart...
Mayon Volcano taken from inside the church in Daraga, Albay, Philippines.”The clouds kept blocking the beauty of the volcano’s cone. Can’t wait any longer for a cloudless tip.”
In a flash of surprise
as i looked on the clear spot
in a place not far from my distance
a dark figure cast on the floor
head came out intercepting light
from the side of the couch's head board
first it was one, as i thought
later the head became two
came from the chest
of the first shadow
proverbial pair, man and woman
it was a pleasant scene
kissing on the face and lips
caressing each others hair
then it became so torrid
as if it would not last
the romancing was long
exchanging places, endless it seemed
without pause, without a breathing space
as if i was the one who would get drown
in the sweetness of their exchanges
froth from one's mouth
i could feel the excitement
from their hearts
the lust of their desires
the sensuality
the thirst
soon, the shadow got tired
they held each others lips
then caressed
wiped each others lips
with the woman's scarf
with the man's hankie
then embraced
then a little talk
as they stood from the wide couch
little by little each face came to the light
but why i was the one who felt so nervous
afraid? annoyed? tense? shy?
a mixed of unfamiliar feelings
odd or baffling as i sensed familiarity
then the truth has been unfolded
the woman, the lady
the girl, it's her
she's my girl, my lady, my woman
as they went passed me
i called out her name
the response was silence not knowing me
my heart wept and prepared a revenge
drastic times call for drastic measures
i won't cry over spilt milk
damage has been done
it's over...
when i close my eyes
i see a lot
what i hear
what i dream
what i discern
more than i could figure out
the candle light in the dark
is Hope seeking to be pursued
more than anyone could feel
seeing behind the walls
the matters of the troubled past...
when i close my eyes
the right path appears
the footprints that i follow
the shadow that i chase
are the blessed route to trail...
when i close my eyes
the truth comes adrift
what's in my heart
are treasures that i keep
are goodness that i outreach...
closing my eyes
things are seen and noticed
when to draw conclusions
weigh a lot of doubts
decisions are folded...
when i close my eyes
i'm opening a book
an experience appearing to my mind
vividly,exploring the world
scouring the sea and sky
in a quest that will come to be...
The distant influence of the faraway moon
hanging like a spherical crystal dream
enclosed in a defined circle of space
encasing an aquarium of singing musical notes
floating in the web of guarded vigilance
A distant time in the aegis of a free rein
witching hours' celebrations of liberty is in full swing
dances of unrestraint privilege in a rhythmic beat of to and fro
till the wheel's ray diminished its luminous scented glare
defining the limits of its norm
A roguish fiery god of the universe
has awakened from a snooze of a bad fantasy dream
re-living the world as a king from an austral hemisphere
exploiting the mandate of his newly won couch
snatching the moon while shying away
its mantle of angered gentle clouds
Stargazing on a dark murky sky...
Yanking twinkling stars
with a yard stick of intimidation
sowing fear among the traditional clan
of bright stars and planets
braving the blemished uncertainty
of the dawning milky way...
I knocked at your door
I heard a voice
I knocked once more
'Till the voice flee
Outside the house
A playful young crowd
To be with them
They called me
Playing was a child's hour
With fellow children
With the neighborhood
An hour became forgetting
I remembered you
You were sick in bed
Not able to get up
But I can't go inside
The door was locked
The key I can't find
Knocked, knocked, I did
The silence listened
Neighbors lend a hand
'Till the you no more
Angels lifted you
I was a child...
I cried for you
'Till today, Mama
Missing our yester years
I was a child...
And today, I raised
A loving family
Right virtues you taught
Kept them with me
Now, a man of today
Treading the path you've learned
The right one for me, since
I was a child...
i don't care what it is aptly called
a muscular organ and it certainly beats
one hundred thousand times in a day
pumping blood throughout the whole body
roughly the size of a large fist
four chambers, two lower, two upper
right atrium and right ventricle
same with the left,to many, it's a puzzle
why the throbbing is so terribly fast
when i hear your lovely stupid name
it beats horribly in full speed
same surname as yours as i read
when i hear laughter thinking it's yours
giggling is too much when it surprisingly occurs
your face i see when i thought of a similar smile
swiftly it goes to neutral and hopefully mild
your anger makes this heart palpitate
shortness of breath and the struggle is so great
need to be calm to drive this heart at peace
stress and anxiety need to be freed and released
this heart needs love and someone to care
to brighten up the night and jubilation to share
i only have a heart and honesty to give
you have truth and honor for us to weave...
Sobre notícias e política com um viés nacionalista, onde os bravos nunca ousaram percorrer e que não espere deste o obsequioso silêncio dos covardes, amortecendo consciências, desarmando resistências que só no fátuo da retórica da ideia, da moral e da ética é que se venera seu oponente evitando a sedição!
Triangle Writes... 