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What If I Meet the Anti-Me?
What if I meet the anti me?
The once I thought
obliterated during Big Bang
long lost then found
the volatile concoction
the catalyst
the critical mass
the same badass
face-to-face?
They said he’s me
and I am he
It’s just that we have
opposite charges
What does that even mean?
Is this the Yin and Yang
of Oriental origins?
And from where is he exactly?
How can he
just pop out of nowhere
from nothing?
By who’s authority
is he summoned
into existence?
And in the same way
be gone in an instant
in a fraction of a second?
Can he just leave
and come back no more?
Is he even aware
that when we meet
the borrowed energy
by which we both exist
will return to the Source
and cause us
to cease just being?
Is he my evil twin?
Or am I the evil twin?
Would he embody
the things I envy?
Will he complement
my imperfections?
Will he turn green
drooling
of what I already achieved?
Or will I be the one
to flood the Himalayas
and turn the desert green?
Shall I punch him
to break his nose?
or will the anti-me
give me a hug
and a pat in the back?
And end up
releasing energy
and obliterating ourselves
in the process?
Or will it spark
a new cosmos
same as what
we know today?
Or maybe it already did?
Labels:
anti-matter,
matter,
POETRY,
WRITING POETRY
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Violence for no one in particular
Do exercise caution
When treading on my shadow
Lest it gobbles you up
And leave no trace
Whatsoever
Of your
Miserable
Existence
Never lay a hand
To where I’ve trodden
For they are full of neurotoxins
A quark of which
And you’ll be
Laid waste
And when you whisper
On my back
Never let
Those murmurs
Leave a trail
Let alone
Reach me
And neither
Should your words
They take no responsibility
They’re just passing
Like the wind
And they’re gone
Irreversible
Damage
Done
They will betray you
For they are fleeting
Fleeting
And they’re gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
In an instant
Poof just like that
Yet you will remain
To suffer
The wrath
In my hands
Labels:
don't tread on me,
POETRY,
retribution,
WRITING POETRY
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Don't Talk to Me
Too afraid
To be vulnerable
Laughed at
Viewed with flaws
Mocked
Reduced to
Something smaller
Than the grand image
We see in the mirror
Who wouldn’t want
To appear awesome
His shit
All figured out
The ultimate idol
The envy of many
Or either we ask
The world
To mind its own
Fucking business
And for it to never
Give a fuck at all
Except to tread
Ever so softly
The façade
We all maintain
We make so great a fuss
With all our might
Futilely wishing
The respect and awe drugs
To perpetually remain
And keep us high and floating
Or that which
We have worked
For so long
Not letting anyone
Or anything
Not even ourselves
Destroy the
Old and familiar comfort
The scars we hide
Too afraid
That the other being
Before us
Will conjure
The ghost of the past
Out of our scars
Aversion of such
Is human
But to face them
Nonetheless,
Armed with all
The goodness
One’s heart can muster,
Is the virtue
Of the divine
Warrior god
That found
Its home within
To be vulnerable
Laughed at
Viewed with flaws
Mocked
Reduced to
Something smaller
Than the grand image
We see in the mirror
Who wouldn’t want
To appear awesome
His shit
All figured out
The ultimate idol
The envy of many
Or either we ask
The world
To mind its own
Fucking business
And for it to never
Give a fuck at all
Except to tread
Ever so softly
The façade
We all maintain
We make so great a fuss
With all our might
Futilely wishing
The respect and awe drugs
To perpetually remain
And keep us high and floating
Or that which
We have worked
For so long
Not letting anyone
Or anything
Not even ourselves
Destroy the
Old and familiar comfort
The scars we hide
Too afraid
That the other being
Before us
Will conjure
The ghost of the past
Out of our scars
Aversion of such
Is human
But to face them
Nonetheless,
Armed with all
The goodness
One’s heart can muster,
Is the virtue
Of the divine
Warrior god
That found
Its home within
Labels:
leave me alone,
POETRY,
WRITING POETRY
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The Man on Fire - A Tribute To The Black Mamba
The round leather
on fire
not put off
by any bounce
on the floor
or its sojourn in
mid-air
or hitting the boards
the rim
and eventually
the ring
One thousand shots missed
meant 10 thousand sinking in
The fire in the leather
borne of a flaming hand
from a heart ablaze
which can only come from
no less than the divine
That fire
might have
succumbed to the sky
but it found its home -
In thousands
Hundreds of thousands
Millions upon millions
Kindled
Ablazed
Always
Rest in peace brother
Labels:
black mamba,
kobe,
kobe bryant,
POETRY,
the black mamba,
WRITING POETRY
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Halimuyak sa Madaling Araw
Halimuyak
sa kinasasabikang umaga
na tigib ng ligaya
ang bumungad
sa aking diwa
Basa sa hamog
ng madaling araw
mga talulot na nakalukot
naghihintay
sa masidhing dampi
ng haring araw
Ramdam ko ang
init na nagbabaga
na di maikubli
ng mala-nyebeng
ihip ng hangin
Aking hinawakan
ang nagbabagang apoy
mga daliri’y di napaso
ni nasunog ay hindi
Bagkus ay naramdaman
ang mainit na pag-agos
At aking narinig
isang sigaw na
walang tinig
sa kagubatang
makipot, madilim
na aking sinuong
habang nilalagari
ang kableng
sa lahat ng
kamalayan sa mundo
ay nagdurugtong
Ang kalaliman
ay binagtas
upang di malunod
mahigpit ang kapit
ng aking mga kamay
sa matatayog na
kabundukan
At matapos
ang mahabang sandali
muli kong narining
ang sigaw na
walang tinig
habang nasasaksihan
ang pagbulwak
ng kalawakan
Labels:
dawn,
halimuyak,
madaling araw,
POETRY,
tula,
WRITING POETRY
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A Thousand and One Reasons to Be Thankful For
The Sun woke up
this morning
to see me outta my bed
Took over from the Moon
my sentry
the instance the Darkness
gave way to the Light
I exhaled yesterday
as I breathed in tomorrow
All revved up
my engine
in full chime
Ready to
take possession
of another
historic day
Labels:
mornings,
new beginnings,
POETRY,
WRITING POETRY
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Dream Past The Nightmare
We don’t hold tomorrow
Such a pity
We have plans
grand as the heavens
Funny thing is
tomorrow has got
her own plans as well
which usually
screws us like hell
Which is why at times
I don’t make any plans
to save myself
from disdain
of life as I know
But how will I relish the future
if I can’t savor it today
And how will I know if my wishes are granted
if I don’t dream of it
at this very moment?
Labels:
dream,
POETRY,
WRITING POETRY
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Enlightenment is like living an orgasmic state of existence… (The) Name’s Not At All Relevant
Labels:
enlightenment,
orgasmic existence,
POETRY,
WRITING POETRY
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Unraveled
I yanked a string too strong
that made the church bells chime
and the fabric unraveled:
And there she stood
just her and nothing more
nothing between my eyes and
her golden skin and
succulent curves
revealed
in all their glory
set free from whatever
covered her
and thrown
onto my outstretched hands
Labels:
POETRY,
undress,
unravel,
WRITING POETRY
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Gag Show
I prayed for sunshine
The wind brought rain
Like pesky little kids
Sliding from my crown
To my sole and further down
Rinsing with it
My remaining
Patience and optimism
“Wonderful” saith the thunder
As the sun grew dim
And the tree died laughing
Of the gag show before him
Labels:
mother nature,
POETRY,
the joke,
WRITING POETRY
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She doesn’t like sopas
You don’t like sopas
and I don’t know why
Puzzles the hell out of me
Who doesn’t want a hot pot
of chicken soup
made creamy with evap
made colorful with
cabbage and carrots and
made gut-heavy
with elbow macaroni?
Detest is a word too strong
least priority maybe
but then, I could be wrong
Yet you made
one for me
just the same
saying:
“I still don’t
love sopas.
May never be.
But I’m
trying
to learn
to love
the things
that you love.”
More than the
hot pot of sopas
before me
I thank you
my sweet balm
for all the love
and for keeping
me warm
For a thousandth time
again and again
to the heavens
I implore
good favors
for you
my lovely woman
who cooks sopas
for her man
Labels:
marriage,
POETRY,
wife love,
WRITING POETRY
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Hara-Kiri
I rent my soul in atomic bits
and ripped it to subatomic pieces
before you
execute it
yourself
I saved you all that trouble
what you’ve been
relegated to do
by whatever or
whoever
only you know who
Labels:
did it for you,
hara-kiri,
POETRY,
WRITING POETRY
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Whores are Words, and Words are Whores
Some words
I used sparingly
others
I abused
totally
But alas
despite of which
complete strangers
their conclusion
have all become
I clothed them
in regal poetry
gave them purpose
through grand prose
which countless I’ve told
I, the maker
accorded them
their place in the cosmos
in the known universe and beyond
ergo, I own them
and they are mine alone
But what a joke
the muse played on me
for the wholeness
I granted them
defined them not
Instead,
I got mocked.
For the pieces
defined the whole
which the whole
on them do not
As I established my kingdom
with them and their duty
to kiss my feet ever after
The whores were gone
prostituted themselves
in another’s hands
Labels:
POETRY,
whores,
WRITING POETRY
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I Love You – With No Strings Attached
Quote above by Antoine De Saint-Exupery |
I said I love you,
Of course you heard it right;
Am not playing yo-yo,
In case you think I might…
Once a girl had a dream -
Of the world that she would conquer;
Once a boy had a dream -
Something far more loftier: the dreamer girl…
Labels:
no strings attached,
POETRY,
WRITING POETRY
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The Entitled
Labels:
bitch,
entitled,
POETRY,
prick,
WRITING POETRY
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Leaves of Autumn
I will whisper it
to the autumn leaves
I will tell them why
the trees slumbered in a lullaby
I will reveal to them
how all tears have gone dry
it was when
you promulgated my verdict:
“good bye”
It was still the sunshine’s reign
as I recall like 'twas but yesterday
but before I can brace my self
for that mortal dagger
driven to my chest
the chilling sun
and the freezing moon
started to sing a melancholic tune
Nurtured in the soft breeze’s caress
and nourished in dew
brought forth colors
that are changing in hue
for what seemed the start
of a colorful show
marked the end of the summer glow
what else is there to say
but to let the light leave with the day
and this darkness that had befall
be there to stay while bells they toll
I will whisper its dismal moan
to those in twigs still holding on
oblivious to the truth
that it won’t last for long
I will whisper it
to those caught in midair
as they drift farther and farther away
from their beloved they just left bare
I will whisper it
atop the mounded heap
which to earth
did terminally cede
fool’s show it is indeed
for the varied colors that abound
speaks loudly
of the end
without a sound
Labels:
autumn leaves,
POETRY,
WRITING POETRY
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Reverend Joke
One day came good ole Reverend Father Joke
Grinned as he saw past some bloke
“Say son, I pray, give me some of that toke
For you see, my boy, I’m a bit broke.”
“Heaven have mercy for I almost choked!
Pardon Reverend, is this some kind of joke?”
“That’s my name alright” said ole Reverend Joke
With eyes closed sniffing the smoke.
Labels:
pastors,
POETRY,
priests,
reverend joke,
WRITING POETRY
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Interruptions
It infuriates me
when I’m interrupted
while sculpting my poems,
that does not in anyway
translate into something tangible,
with my day job
that puts food on my table
- (The) Name's Not At All Relevant
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interruptions,
POETRY,
WRITING POETRY
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Let me be the wind
Let me be the wind
that will whisper in your ear
“relax, it's me my dear”
Let me be the wind
that will pass by your cheeks
to give them a sweet light kiss
Let me be the wind
that will meet head-on your lips
as in love my fingers dip
Let me be the wind
that will sway your hair
and expose your shoulders bare
Let me be the wind
That will caress your thighs
And carry your scent
In the valleys and heights
Labels:
POETRY,
wind,
WRITING POETRY
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Dealing with The Embodiments of Pure Evil in the Workplace
I must thank God
and probably
so should you –
that instead of diabolical plots
and rhapsodic images
of your sweet affliction,
He manifested Himself
through reason
before anything
I envisioned
would irreversibly
come to fruition
I must thank God
and probably
so should you –
that instead of regrets
and abysmal sorrow
or that fiendish grin
and gratified puffs
at the sight of
a gasping prey
and the smell of blood,
I uttered a silent
wailing plea
Supplicated for restraint
within my inner sanctuaries
And stabbed my journal
‘til its blood filled the oceans
as it is tossed to and fro
by tempests and billows
and probably
so should you –
that instead of diabolical plots
and rhapsodic images
of your sweet affliction,
He manifested Himself
through reason
before anything
I envisioned
would irreversibly
come to fruition
I must thank God
and probably
so should you –
that instead of regrets
and abysmal sorrow
or that fiendish grin
and gratified puffs
at the sight of
a gasping prey
and the smell of blood,
I uttered a silent
wailing plea
Supplicated for restraint
within my inner sanctuaries
And stabbed my journal
‘til its blood filled the oceans
as it is tossed to and fro
by tempests and billows
Labels:
asshole bosses,
POETRY,
workplace bullying,
WRITING POETRY
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