Tag: poem
Kay Sarap Magmahal
Kay sarap palang magmahalat namnamin ang lamig ng hanginsa mga gabing maliwanag ang buwanat matingkad ang mga anino natin. Kay sarap palang magmahalat damdamin ang mga minutong ‘di nagtatagalYaóng tila usok na initat mala-habambuhay na pagpikit. Kay sarap palang magmahalat pakinggan ang mga salitang ‘di masabi-sabimusikang pampakalmaat nanggaling sa nanginginig na mga labi. Kay sarap…
Still, dreaming
Such a world that feels so vivid built up by more truths than falsities All the waking emotions had been reflected All of mine, that is I may have no idea of yours to begin with
Night; shade
The night is futile, as is any attempt to survive; to sleep is neither Being nor Nothing— Being: unreal, impossible, Truly—
On Defining Terms
The World is full of inhibitions I cannot write the world I see for it cannot be true. My vision is fractured; it is nothing but a piece of glass—nothing is no more. Nothing is no longer natural—to be nothing is sinful here in the World that deceives the truth stares at me observer vis-à-vis…
In theory
We are but storms and it overwhelms me the thought of no fair days and neither rain I want the cold winters and blazing summers the whole spectrum of colour in theory I want to witness it, all from afar; I want to see—this is the expected response, the right answer All I want is…
It
Terrible: Has it any worth? It? Has it any value anymore at all? It? Has it anything left in its shadowing capacity—where is the fortitude cleansed by grace? There lies some sort of power overcome by a vacuuming guilt riddled with shame intangible and abstract— It does not seem to matter, it does not seem…
Fire
Fire is how she goes: burning from within, flames in the palm of her hands—the world turned to ashes. She wanted to know if petals can turn into gems; she sought alchemy for alchemy’s sake. There was no need for friction: burning from within, flames everything she holds turns into flame—the world and all within.…
M.M.
She sees her hand and takes it but it slips through, it vanishes in the air; it is gone yet it is there: untouchable, immaterial. Neither does her smile exist—it has no shine the lights behind her eyes, are nothing and she wonders: where had It gone? Has It always Not Been There? The many…
Dreams
One can escape realitythrough simple meansto keep one’s eyes closed, for exampleto ignore that is and pretendthat the cold surface felt is simply iced waternot an honest mirror.Close your eyes and sleep standing;slowly true slumber comesto those who refuse to seelike the one pretending to dream of a different realitythe dreams take over, takes one…
Watercolour and ink: outdoor greens (2022)
Maybe, no: words need to be said Branches on their own extend To the great abyss of empty urban walls Hiding sky blue skies and light green lightsProverbs dwell in the shadows of unsuspecting leaves More at the Gallery. outdoor greens 30 June 2022watercolour and ink on paper