I want to devour
the soggy dawn
While the flowers
Are about
In their fullness bloom
Give me while it’s warm
The dawn’s luscious mush
Before the day
Gets it all wilted
Withered in the sun
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Dawn
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The Curse of Blessings
What good is my art
if instead of
empathy
sympathy
care and
concern,
condescendence
vainglory and
mockery
come forth of which?
Is my quest
to be
stronger
wiser
intellectually extravagant
justified
if my eyes
forsook looking up
and espoused the
delectability of looking down?
Is the by-product of
enlightenment
the disdain for
both ignorance
and the ignorant?
Shouldn’t it instead
beget forgiveness
and understanding
despite that
some people
are unforgiving
of your luminance
that improved
their blur
into shadows?
- (The) Name’s Not At All Relevant
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The Ultimate Collision Course
and accelerations faster
than the speed of light
I orbit the innards
of a particle collider
Heedless
Pointless
Propelled by
the natural order of
who the hell knows
what
or who
without warning
lo and behold
my quintessence
millions, billions, trillions of them
laid bare
right before mine
very eyes
Then it dawned on me
I got smashed into God!
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Fans Club
Do I turn to
my crowd
when there is
no one else around
to turn to?
Of course
In those instances
I always welcome
my self with
open
arms
my crowd
when there is
no one else around
to turn to?
Of course
In those instances
I always welcome
my self with
open
arms
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In the Face of Adversity, Don’t Run Away from God. Run Into God
Adversity and conflict
isn't
always
synonymous
to opportunity
It will forever be
a thorn
in my soul
Yet, that
bastard
has caused me
to not run away but
to run INTO
God
Sure there is adversity
in daily existence
that you need
to keep slugging with
in spite of
being bored
to death
And while
I am
busy living
I am also
busy getting
myself
distracted
to make that
daily
existence
bearable
at least
Nevertheless,
there
is always something
to be thankful
for:
sex
food
work
beautiful
family
being fucking
alive
and this art
that has
become my
saving grace
But there
is something
special
about those
nut-cracking
moments:
You let loose
of
your grasp
off yourself
and your
advantages
both tangible
and illusory
and find
yourself
clinging
instead
to the Rock
of Ages
Only when you
do so
can you
tap the
power
Power that
is greater
than
anything
earthly
or mortal
The kind of
power that
keeps the
galaxies
afloat to light
up
the vast
depth
of
nothingness
Adversity
causes
one to
improvise
It yells at
you
at the top
of
it’s lungs
to get the
fuck out
of the
ordinary
before you
succumb
and watch
the
best of you
die
without
seeing the
dawn break
But I haven’t
totally lost
yet
my sanity
by asking
fervently
for my
share of
perennial
uphill
goings
just to
always experience
God’s grand
deliverance
With much
supplication
I ask that
I would instead
meet
His
presence
everywhere
from highs
and lows
and most
especially
the mundane
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Struggles of a minimalist who wishes to write extravagant poetry
The minimalist
Willingly calloused himself
Stripped off his senses
Scarce in words
As much as thoughts
Gets upset not with a
Few clothes
A few jeans
Or zero mobile data
Afraid he’ll be creatively bankrupted
By social media
Willingly calloused himself
Stripped off his senses
Scarce in words
As much as thoughts
Gets upset not with a
Few clothes
A few jeans
Or zero mobile data
Afraid he’ll be creatively bankrupted
By social media
Despite having revered as god
He has locked horns with minimalism
For poetry’s sake
Unfamiliar feelings he now writes
With inappropriate words
Of a child quivering before a dentist
The motocross rider as he somersaults
A lover whose tears from the raindrops you cannot tell
To be answered “yes” or “I do” by a lady
He has locked horns with minimalism
For poetry’s sake
Unfamiliar feelings he now writes
With inappropriate words
Of a child quivering before a dentist
The motocross rider as he somersaults
A lover whose tears from the raindrops you cannot tell
To be answered “yes” or “I do” by a lady
The things he shuns
To not let his feelings run
Stoicism rivalling that of Marcus Aurelius
A layer of rock
That take eons to wear
To not let his feelings run
Stoicism rivalling that of Marcus Aurelius
A layer of rock
That take eons to wear
He then realized
He has flesh and blood
He can grin
And he can fuckin’ cry!
He’s not a machine gun
That eat bullets
And spew them who the hell knows
How much rpm
He has flesh and blood
He can grin
And he can fuckin’ cry!
He’s not a machine gun
That eat bullets
And spew them who the hell knows
How much rpm
Now he aches to write poetry
Vivid and teeming with life
And the feelings he trained himself to abhor
The superfluous often thrown to the dogs
Like a whore
That will make him sore
With a red carpet and open arms
He now welcomes home
Vivid and teeming with life
And the feelings he trained himself to abhor
The superfluous often thrown to the dogs
Like a whore
That will make him sore
With a red carpet and open arms
He now welcomes home
Albeit, he writes clumsily
A virgin lover in a quandary
Whether he’ll
Kiss her or fondle
Screws up his words, falters and all
Still he writes some more
For non other than he can fathom
It’s only poetry that will save his soul
A virgin lover in a quandary
Whether he’ll
Kiss her or fondle
Screws up his words, falters and all
Still he writes some more
For non other than he can fathom
It’s only poetry that will save his soul
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Exasperations
Fuck you reality!
A middle finger you deserve
For preserving my dreams
In their ghostly silhouette
A middle finger you deserve
For preserving my dreams
In their ghostly silhouette
Fuck you dreams!
Damnation you deserve
For failure to coalesce
Slumbered in peace and pieces
Damnation you deserve
For failure to coalesce
Slumbered in peace and pieces
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In A Parallel Universe
In there you took notice,
In there you smiled;
In there you said "Yes!"
In there you said "I do…"
If only astrophysicists and cosmologists would uncover,
The wormhole from here to that realm,
Chocolates, red roses, my love so tender,
Care and affection fit for my queen I’d offer:
In there you speak, still mesmerized I'd listen;
With your whims I’d laugh out loud;
While your hormones surge and your feelings become a blur,
Which makes a love quarrel with me so enticing and gratifying,
On such days I’d just lock you in my arms,
And plant a kiss on your forehead,
If your mouth wont shut I’d kiss your lips;
I’ll know when you feel the blues,
No words are needed I’m there with you;
When you no longer heed your tummy’s call,
I’d take its place and remind you to get nourishment,
So you wont faint and I’ll worry not;
When you’re exhausted in chasing your dreams,
That you feel the need to stop and shed a tear,
I’d be the ears that will hear your silent screams,
A shoulder and pillow soaked with your fears
For locked in a quantum entanglement, our hearts and minds entwined;
With me you need not wear a mask prolonged
Need not always be staunch and strong
'Cause it’s the lovely and intelligent lady behind that I love and long
And when I die and be reborn in cosmic karma
I hope I’d wake up to that new era -
Where I am taking care of you
A world where I love you as much as now I do
And there you will love me too...
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Bitches
Bitch she was
She is
And always will be
In as much as I’d like to say:
She is
And always will be
In as much as I’d like to say:
“Bitch she may be
But there is a bitch
Far better than she
And her name is spelled
K.A.R.M.A”
But there is a bitch
Far better than she
And her name is spelled
K.A.R.M.A”
But I’d rather invoke her not
For wishing another’s misfortune
Is never my lot
For wishing another’s misfortune
Is never my lot
But it was only then that I realized
Bitches themselves
Bitch each other around
Bitches themselves
Bitch each other around
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Come my love
Come my love
Spread your love
That I may enter
And bask in its warmth
That I may enter
And bask in its warmth
Come my love
Indulge
Don’t hold back
Make haste
Don’t hold back
Make haste
Before you get to know me
Before I get to know you
Before I get to know you
Before I get to know me
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American Hotdog
American hotdog she has got
It’s what the other ladies have not
Hotdogs of different races
Australian, Hungarian, Italian
Canadian, British, or German
But the most famous of them all
Is the certified all-American
Never mind that these hotdogs are
Freckled
Speckled
With large tomatoes in the face
And who the hell knows where else
Even the gramps
Who has trouble getting up
Let alone keeping it up
They are completely irrelevant:
The stench of death reeking in him
Nor that he is 4 decades her senior
Scorn her as much as you like
With much gusto until you relinquish life
I’m warning you though
You’ve been long dead before you make her cry
Whatever drug she took that made her numb
Anesthesia of hardships
Sedated in BS or whatnot
She’ll cling to her hotdog
Until he runs out of fortune
And that, she’ll tell you
Is a valid reason:
“I got an American hotdog
You dirt-poor dicks
Whatever says my kababayans
I don’t give a shit
Aint gonna toil anymore
Gonna buy me an I-Phone
Premium bags, and shoes
Bear the coffin-dodger’s child I will
Gotta be laid in bed of cotton
Gotta let him fuck me
Till he passes out and die
Gotta suck him hard
Till he bleeds dry
Fuck true love
What can you get out of which
If your stomach is empty
And you can’t buy all your impulses
So what if he smells putrefied
So long as I lay in bed of greens”
Thus she clings on
To his horrid face
So long as he gives her
A queen’s privileges
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The Old Man And His AM Radio
One old man
When he is around
He’d sit by the porch
A cup of tea in his hand
In an idle afternoon
While the scorching sun
Retires after burning rice paddies
Mountains, dirt roads, and faces
At times it leaves torrential rain
That reminds us of its promise
It’s sure to be back in the morning
But what I remember oh so vividly
That while he sips his bitter tea
He’s all ears on the stereo
Not on music stations
But tuned in on A.M radio
I didn’t understand
His penchant for the agony of twiddling thumbs
With the occasional curses
Murmurs, smirks, and grunts
About politics in all its
Nobility, hypocrisy, and bullshitry
It was a mystery how he could bear
Listening to news
On what transpired from within and without
And listening to the host
And repetitive commercials
Peddling lies and whatnot
But he didn’t mind
Just looked far away
With the all-familiar grin
What he labelled as circus
Worked out fine for him
Almost three decades passed
No longer do I see him
In the rain nor setting sun
Nor his hot cup of bitter tea
That cools him down
But something remained
Which transcended him and his life
As I sit with headsets on
To the AM radio tuned
Murmuring
Grunting
More generous in my cursing
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Expletives Inside a Toilet Cubicle
The dickhead drained his bladder!
A ghost in gloves he throws
Devastating right cross to my nose
How fucking hard can it be
For him to piss his brains and flush?!
Or to fucking wipe that gaddamn seat
With his face or ass!
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The Piercing of Teresa
Duty-bound
I came to execute
The verdict of Teresa
On that appointed eve
Like a soft breeze
Pounding the curtains
I entered unseen
As a pup she laid
Duped that her
Satin and laced sheets
Would get her covered
From the judgement
That would befall her
Then braced myself did I
To enforce her sentence
Cold and swift
Arrow in hand
Steadily aimed
Dug deep in her skin
This I did
Over and over again
Instead of her body
Limped
And eerily silent dead
I heard
Her forceful
Muffled
Shriek
As the steel bored deeper
I heard a
Slapping sound
Squishing
Steady
Periodic
Was I amused
Where the blade had been
Not a trickle of blood
Nothing did I see
But it got more crimson
Like ripe tomatoes
Begging to be picked free
I turned to her face
Contorted it was
Her eyes blocked the faint light
Mouth’s an open vessel
Begging for the rain to trickle
In the dead of the night
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