Could you ?

by : Bacardi Gold
31/july/2021

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when there’s no one i could turn to
when there’s no one i could trust
gone is the shoulder i could lay my head on
could i ask you to stay when there’s none ?

before i could lose my mind
before i forget what’s divine
my image could lose its importance
i ask, could you give me one more chance ?

one needs each other
to support each other’s dream
and to quote, “no one is an island”
could you lend me a helping hand ?

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This is our song…

by : Bacardi Gold
30/july/2021

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you’ve met me in someone else’s night
you were beaming with something so light
not in my dreams when i was asleep
nighttime became the dawn at your grip

your story ran as you moved fast on foot
to catch the shadow of the picture that’s mute
no words were spoken and i never understood
but you’ve shown a face humble in magnitude

words were spinning ’round my mind
notes were reeling right places to find
tunes were descriptive of what you feel
this is the song you’ll have to hear

while the orchestra is playing
this heart will never stop burning
as the flames of love will come along
sing with me, this is our song !

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It’s raining again

by : Bacardi Gold
29/july/2021

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it’s raining again
all my pillows are drenched in pain
in my bedroom, in the kitchen
my thoughts are raining in chain

bring all the clouds down
so i can see the sun again
and in the night of my hurting
i can see the moon passing
running in my dreams

just touch me
just feel my skin
and i’ll be raining again
with LOVE, with LOVE

catch me warm with your embrace
kiss my lips, make me ablaze
strip me bare and celebrate
in time the rain will fall again with LOVE…

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The Fruition

by : Bacardi Gold
29/july/2021

image by : ramsey tendero – Olango island’s wildlife, Cebu, Philippines


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when i forget the time
i think no more of the past
i live in the current life
doing the things that i must
my future waits somehow
the fruition of good seeds and deeds
what i have planted today
are my pillars of tomorrow
that will secure my being
a picture of yesterday…

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The day…

by : Bacardi Gold
27/july/2021

image by : Iligan city – ramsey tendero

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i never know the image of the sun at night
behind those clouds i know it is shining bright
all throughout my life it’s there since i was born
God explains why roses bloom among the thorns

rainbows appear when the sky showers against the sun
with the brightness of day, a beautiful bridge is done
but what fun could it give to those whose truths are blind
who can only hear the beauty hidden from behind

i hear the river growls and runs in heavy storms
downstream it goes bombarding rocks and stones
the land dampens as tears pour from heaven
’till the cold embraces me feeling your presence…

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Tellers…

by : Bacardi Gold
27/july/2021

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deposited a bundle of truth
fifty thousand when counted
in a bank where tellers
look like a bunch of demons
next day i returned
deposited a thousand lies
tellers have changed looks
to olden angels without skies
three days after
i brought ten piggy banks
ten thousand honest coins
infant tellers have joined the ranks…

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the night sleeps

by : Bacardi Gold
26/july/2021

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the ears of night always listen
to the screams and cheers
of the changes

the stillness and calmness
of the dark will lay witness
of its mutation

night, the deeper you sleep
the finer you are heard
as you drift unhindered to the ears

night, oh night,
dawn awaits your unforeseen image
to test the ingress routines…

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Paradise found

by : Bacardi Gold
21/july/2021


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i don’t mean to tread what’s in the cards
unveiling a scene at the doors of fantasy
seems to float on the stream of fallacy
this won’t hold water, be jolly and holy

roads i know not where they lead
downhill and the other is up so steep
shutting eyes to what’s in front of me
clueless, the road appears endless and free

downhill hike is a deadly choice of all forms
where it ends, the sea cooks the birth of storms
horrendous waves crash, blasting rocks in minutes
trekking the devil’s road of anthills in the infinite

held my head up near the dark clouds
razor-sharp marble road winding on mountain tops
people at ease whiling hours of motionless
grasping some air for the much needed rest

right before me is the road i have ignored
unruffled, composed, and silently obscured
gardens of flowers, trees, and birds abound
papa and mama waving at paradise’ found…


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Waiting for heavy eyes

by : Bacardi Gold
25/july/2021


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sometimes i dream, sometimes i don’t
my early sleep drives dreams away
if late it means that i’ll prepare
’cause i’m sure i’ll meet my nightmare

at times, not too early, not too late to sleep
i’ll do the counting, one to a hundred sheep
too many, too long, waiting for heavy eyes
so i count mosquitoes biting, and the running mice.

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With These hands…

by : Bacardi Gold
24/july/2021

image by: ramsey tendero – Lake Sebu, South Cotabato, Philippines

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With these bare hands that i have
memoirs will take center stage
words coming out from different heads
story lines queue with different threads

sad and happy thoughts of yester years
threads of life sewn with sweat and tears
colors of different hues and various shades
form part of the fabric that these hands made

writing in any form with my worn out hands
from the deepest feels of mind’s silhouette hinterlands
painful cries of tired difficult moments
sweet smiles on great and easy days
they won’t be forgotten, with these hands…

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