Jesus and How He Must Have Felt (V3)
I creak up these outside stairs
to my apartment after an all-night drunk,
cheap Tesco's Windsor Castle
London Dry Gin—on the rocks.
The Life Of A Candy Bar
Almost home, he passed kids playing and wrecking havoc in Mr. Almond Joys yard, though he didn't seem to joyed. Mrs. Hershey was already home awaiting their evening together and out on the town to Fifth Ave. place.
Rain and Coffee
Something happened. Her thoughts collapsed like the switching off of a hologram projector. Claudia stepped out of character. No, it was she, who wanted to be the girl in the Baker’s arms. But not in the present, at a different time.
Fake
The world is full of fact and fiction even in antiquity which have been publicly documented, from claims to victory, assassination plots, to religious distortions, and artistic excellence, to name a few.
Most Poems
Most poems are pounded out
in emotional flesh, sometimes
physical skin scalped feelings.
Art and Generosity. Oddly Enough
They were immigrants, and dressed neatly, but the man’s right shoe had tape wrapped around the toe. And the little girl’s dress was spotless and neat but worn at the elbows.
Duyan
Ikaw sintay aking iniibig
Sa bawat lambing dalang kilig
Gustong umawit kahit mali ang tono
Kahulugan sateng mga oo
Mahal sakin ikaw ay sapat
My Life
My life began with a skeleton
with a smile and bubbling eyes
in my garden of dandelions.
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Incandescence is not one to be missed. It will pull you in from page one, and then make you want to return upon completion.
(My) Craft or Crap
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages,
But for the common wages
Of their most secret hearts.
Makata
Lungkot nalang ang nararamdaman
Bahagyang babalik sa nakasanayan
Mga alaala kusa na munang bibitawan
Walang sinumang sisisihin sa pagbitaw mo
Binukid Gothic
My neglected grave and
tombstone engravings
only know life in the forms of
moss and vines, insects with more fleeting
lifespans than mine was.
White Flag
I don't need a philosopher's mind,
I always wish that part of me had already died.
The charm that captures the most attention,
Farthest from mine, by deficit of a million.
Di Maaari
Sa bawat ngiti
Kasabay nito'y pighati
Sa bawat tawanan at kulitan
Kasabay nito'y luha sa pusong nagluluksa
Crossing Over
Crossing Over
Running downhill, on and on,
the orange sun bearing down
on me.