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Touch me not

Why not, my Lord, after what you’ve done to me,Hurling my heart into the heaving waves off Magdala,Leaving me on the dark shores, empty and alone?And this morning, when there’s no need for today,You come to me again, resplendent in your white robe,A...

Pause for a Moment

The summits of the Pride Mountains are so high that they could not be conquered. Glorious to the eyes but tiresome to caring hearts. And the trails to the Valley of Compassion are now long forgotten. It seems we’re entrapped in a war zone you call Ambition. Deep, deep within the...

Find Us a Rainbow(A Song)

Find us a rainbow at the end of the stormFind us a rendezvous where we can weave a dreamFind us a sunshine at the end of the nightFind us a garden cove where we can share a dreamFind us a shelter where we...

Written After Viewing DengCoy Miel’s Rizal in the Land of Lilimut

The more this land drinks blood,the smaller the people getThe more people get smaller,the more their memories get scaled downWhittled down, all they recall noware the steps taken awayThe words not present,the color of lossBreathing and crying for they know not what.A man...

Lakeview Sunday

Once the lake water was salty.History points to a volcano islanderupting and cutting offan inlet intothe open sea.The town natives still referto this lake as dagat.It must be habit how timecurates an offinga small opening flowing its wayto the bloodstream untilthe mouthmythologizes into a...

Brave New World

It’s 20 minutes after 8 in the eveningAnd everyone is readying themselvesFor another wretched night of fragile safety.Air raid sirens bellow throughout Kiev and Kharkiv and all over UkraineAs the ceaseless roar of rockets and missilesDart throughout the merciless winter night.The huddled masses...

Random Pickings

Bunót

My tongue used to be made up of copra, salivating oils that indicate who I am and where I’m from. A place where coconut husks roof people’s...

PRAYING YOUR WILL?

There you go again,Praying for yourCreature comforts.Brain’s drying up,I see,Though summer’sNot been around That long.Seasons haveTheir uses,Did you know.Summer is so thatFlowers can growAnd bees...

A New Year resolution

Is it imperative to run through along when the countdown starts at ten, until I take the plunge, bring myself forward, ask which intent yields the least...

On Sundays…and Belonging

On Sundays and belonging,And when I used to mess around with Lolo’s typewriter:Clicking and clacking the worn-out buttons, it is legacySounding against my stubby...