891.
Pag-asa kay San Carlo Acutis
Oh San Carlo
Isang Santo ng Pag-asa
Unang Millennial na Santo
Humihiling ako sa iyo
O Santo ng Italya
Na ako ay muling magkatrabaho
Tinulungan mo ang Eukaristiya
Tulungan mo rin ako
Oh maawaing Santo ng Pag-asa.
-10/21/2025
(Dumarao)
*9 Santo ng Pag-asa
Hush!
Discreetly they be. Clandestine
Journeying a void voyage,
Made for each other
Madly in love.
Might be
A pin drops silently
Mind is a culprit.
Yesterday slumbers on a bed of thorns.
Hush!
Sweaters in making
Knits a sock, as well.
Footwear and footprints in love
Hush!
Discreetly they be. Clandestine
Journeying a void voyage,
Made for each other
Madly in love.
Might be
A pin drops silently
Mind is a culprit.
Yesterday slumbers on a bed of thorns.
Hush!
Sweaters in making
Knits a sock, as well.
Footwear and footprints in love
Yule and Monte Carlo
While I sit and watch circus Monte Carlo
and get annoyed by the undignified use of wild animals,
perhaps except horses, they are beautiful and dumb and get oats to eat after
the performance,
There is no peace for the Palestinians and their struggle to win
back their country and bullets sing through the night.
I watched a bland concert where Jerusalem was sung by three tenors
but having heard Placido Domingo, they didn`t measure up.
Then the ads came on in Portugal they last forever, I fall asleep
and didn`t see the clowns.
on merciless concrete
there's a body
don't clean up this blood
shot in the face
and run over as an inssurance
he'll never again put the blue ski mask on
don't clean up this blood
camouflaging a direct shot as ricocheted
did it even came to mind
was he still alive
when those tires
crossed over
don't clean up this blood
he was someone's son
do you have sons
what does the conscience say
does it claim a father
does that father merit someone calls him father
do your sons know
what you just did
don't clean up this blood
who are you behind that shields
who are you behind that badges
who are you behind that spokesman
who's pressing that switch to inhuman
don't clean up this blood
how does it feel when those who you pledged to protect are scared of you
does it make you feel like gods
or obedient dogs
outraged dogs
trying to silent the oppressed
who throws at you those bones from the top of Olympus
don't clean up this blood
just don't
freedom answers to the name of blood
*In memory of Carlo Giuliani (14 March 1978 - 20 July 2001)
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