Best Steeped Poems

Knowledge gained liberates or mutilates.
Ramifications of reality’s realm reached
make your insides want to abandon the body ship.
Rocking back and forth as you hurl dry acidic pain
expelled by the force of shell shocked lucidity:
You’re not good enough to be loved.

Breathing in is treason.
Your heart demands release...

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a source of sorrow
hatred steeped in jealousy
who is being hurt...

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I can still visualize my hometown in Gumaca, Quezon 
both in my mind and in my heart, with vivid mem’ries
rich with natural resources, the place where I was born
source of my childhood, a passage to my changing self.

It’s like a landscape of my continuing inspiration
a...

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Couples marry; it's tradition
Since the beginning of time
Our children would do the same
While in their youthful prime

Handsome, intelligent, employed
Would be their choicest beaus
No ills would befall a safe home
Established in love that grows

Into a heart entered a love
A beau with mutant genes
Carrier of Huntington's 
Disease...

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White moon-

I set my boats free in your bay.
I wound them up and they all sailed away.
From here to the Milky Way.

I don't know all the answers,
but when I stood 
to walk away
someone put poison
into my cup of love.

So, I headed out to 
where the...

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At first embarrassed, but later I became afraid.                                     ...

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Whilst her children brawl, in blood she’s steeped,
Only able to watch and wait,
And her tears are filled with floods that weep,
Waiting for time to choose their fate.

Right in believing for which they stand,
Knowing whence they fall they‘ll never rise,
Through hills or swamps or mud or...

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Shadows of yesterday
eclipse reality.
But in hope lies my dreams;
where I am free of doubt.

Love's ethereal touch;
manipulates pleasure.
And always seeking more;
fledgling feelings take wing.

Desire morphs into lust;
untethered to your heart.
And love's consigned to dreams;
whenever doubt wins out.

Should love ever dissolve;
it was not meant to be.
Yet, kept...

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The Mallard Mimic 
is a myth....
it calls for a well trained
chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines
to create a standard
that many would wish for
and are willing to pay
to have
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the usage of duck fat to cook white potatoes
and then be arranged as scales attop
a...

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