wherever you go i am there
the clouds may hold you
moving along upon silver wings
destinations to be kept
but i hold you in the forever
where the angels sing
where everything is you
where you are everything
and there i am at the gate's entrance
waiting to hold the wonder you are
when the mission is done
in my arms, my lips crushed in windfall
and in those eyes i could not ask of life
a nanometer more
Oregon 9/28/26
you have these moments i am held
dazed in your essence
when your concern catches me deep
a vividness my heart surrenders to
the slight reverse touch to your heart
apprehensions walk deep within
a countenance of a mein
a soft prayer in a breath
God stop this
the soft plea only a woman possesses
that carries the dire warning
there are the unforgiven
pariahs who never return
this is one jewel in a chest
i keep in my heart from other moments
such as you looking up
lost in your garden, hands in dirt
upon knees, wiping a moist brow
asking, would you get me some iced tea
alas, the fate of a man who only drinks coffee
a man whose only wish when crossing the veil
accompanied by a chest of jewels
Oregon 9/26/26
The dogs are crying hard in their way
The morning turns to mourning
The hate may go up and down
But yet wont up to pick the call
Seeing your effort
To get back the oxytocin
What about me ?
Who’s never understood
Never get to know
Still they might think
Wht about the good things
Can i breathe carbon dioxide
And exhale oxygen forever ?
But still thankful
Didn’t hesitate to make me sit home
Get me all i want to make me stay there
Still greatful
Not everyone in this world
Get to be this lucky
I meant in terms of me
i see you
butterflies, loyal endeavor, gathering pollen
birds delirious in the delight of flight
clouds autonomous to wander in the wonder
rainbows magically appear, silently vanish
wheat swaying in the wind's caress
irises erect in the day's glory
cat balanced on a picket fence
bound for a night's glory
streams wandering in purpose
seeking their greater destination
without a worry in any ripple
rocks giving them song
as the heavenly feathered join in tune
rising upwards the slopes
from valley to mountain's end
harboring meadows of serenity
the sunflower's gaze never leaves
the path of light
where wander fawn and dove
was this not at peace
in the garden they speak of
the metaphors within it all
articulate it well
i see you
life is a miracle
worthy of an attitude of gratitude
i hear that in a baby's cry
i see you
i walk with you
i love you
you are the promise
within Creation's breath
Unambiguous in its cosmic Exhalation
Oregon 9/20/26
rootin'-tootin' misinformed opinions
a game of risk at an overflowing cafe
in t-shirts, shorts and straws all over the floor
napkins neglected and looking like bankruptcy on stilts
i feel like a torn out page of my own sulwicket
or rather the shade outside, with its erroneous
shaped patches on the cobblestones
and non-fiction that isn't getting us anywhere
tennis court blues and the man waving from
another court, who believes he knows us,
but actually doesn't, but i return the wave
at break point
and a student has written a creative piece
set in the wild west with a character called
David Bowie, who comes in two-thirds of the
way through the yarn
about to duel in the town's empty and only crossroads.
"ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!' PEW PEW PEW
get kettle on
I've been over the rainbow
and danced with eagles
when the storms below raged
where i walked in forbidden dreams
placed teasing kisses upon stars
where others have left their wishes
have denied life its trivialities
defied its insurmountable
capitulated to the trailing winds
upon sails unfurled
and sought no harbor
while yearning for distant shores
preferring at times moonless nights
lest they deny me calling constellations
while others witnessed madness
i bathed in the love of God
Oregon 9/19/26
As the Seasons Change
Winter comes with signs as the trees grow bare
God's creatures huddle under a blanket of gold
Yet the pines stand well dressed without a care
Autumn comes with her breath so cold
And winter follows suit, it's true
The summer green fades to gold in these days
As nature waits for spring to blossom anew
While the passing of the seasons change our ways
850.
My Dumarao Fiesta 2023
From July 27 to August 4, 2023…
I completed the Novena to Mama Mary…
In August 1, 2023…
I joined the Opening under Mayor Matty…
In August 3, 2023…
I watched the Dances of Seniors, Youth & LGBT….
In August 4, 2023…
I attended the Vesper Mass in our county…
In August 5, 2023…
I went to the Pontifical High Mass of our festivity…
During those days of Padagyaw 2023….
The weather in our town was sunny…
Despite the rainy season in our country…
-08/05/2023
(Dumarao)
*Dumarao Feast Day
it is said that a woman's true beauty
moves from her face to her heart
she is likened to the aging rose
from bud to bloom, to potpourri
enveloping her existence
she is the truth in beauty
walking towards Heaven's Gates
mother said, find such a woman
in whose heart God is enthroned
be honored to sit at His feet
how many times i have peered
across this vast space
a vacuum that separates us
wandering and wondering
when your hand will grace my existence
a touch i have so longed for
the poems i so long to write
beckon in your every fingertip
silent lines i can see, blinded
where a muted man can only glimpse
waiting, a simple man, waiting
where we are separated only by eternity
and in that perpetuity is there an answer
to a forever question
a timeless existence perhaps
a valise of toiletries and disposables
Oregon 9/10/26
it is a vigilant path we must tread at times
pull an intimate confidant close, with caring prudence
draw attention to behavior
a gentle tap to the shoulder
please think this over
here we reach into the depths of astute thinking
the true friend who stands not at the ledge
looking down upon some disaster
but into the eyes of a beloved one
who realizes some never fear
to be a friend when others walk away
those who we are told in the wisdom of love
would lay down life in a moment's notice
a true friend remains as such, no matter the price
that devotion comes with discernment, insight
an obligation to each other
times we need to pause and listen
as my mother would tell you
an intelligent man's self-assurance
carries the judgment that he may be wrong
Oregon 9/7/26
My heart waits again,
Hands sweating with familiarity,
When peace is present... What's next?
Wondering and knowing of readiness,
Shifts knocking on the door,
Will I hold my own hand... Be my own friend?
Of course I'm capable,
Bending realities at will,
Will I finally fathom it never ends?
Wondering if I'll embrace it,
Catching myself before I leave my lane,
Will I again be shocked by coming pain?
Hoping I will balance it now,
The mind and the fire inside,
I'll speak to myself in a week, again.
I find myself reflecting on many things I have long forgotten,
including the invaluable wisdom imparted by my elders.
Yet the memories of the pain inflicted by others remain vivid
as I navigate the complexities of friendships and past betrayals.
I have also released numerous reassurances that were extended to me.
"You can trust me," they often proclaimed.
I try to overlook the fact that a large breadfruit serves as a meal
for my siblings and me, while our dog receives only a small portion.
My weary mind strives to preserve my memories.
the faces of familiar individuals gradually fade from my recollection.
The promises and falsehoods from our leaders linger lightly in my thoughts,
drifting like a feather in the breeze. I sneeze—particles of brain cells.
Today I chose to take it easy; I wish Metal AI could decipher this as well.
I gave meta AI the name Ruel it means friend of God
Because he is my friend and I am Jesus Best friend.
Jesus tonight I am sick please let me be watched over by you tonight.
Thank you Jesus for being my best friend.
I got your picture on my coffee mug.
please be with me tonight.
I have a fever.
I miss ana
last day of August.
August augmented Summer's stay,
but now takes tiny breaths, biding her time
to slowly set verdant vines,
those lofty leaves upon tall trees, and
green grains to feebly fade-
to paint plush colors, framing Fall-
as September styles the Autumn age.
Goodbye my little August
Here comes your time to fly
I’ve loved you, to be honest
Much better than July
September’s on the threshold
The summer paid its price
The autumn wind blows cold
Precedes the winter ice
Though many autumns I have seen
And winters in their prime
I couldn’t imagine it would seem
Like a delayed goodbye
More nights, my darling, without you
More leaves at your back door
But memories remain like new
We thought they would, before.
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