it it feels so proud, the wafting cloud
but what is it without the breeze
yet together they spoke out loud
that they could do just as they please
floating about in the vast sky
it feels so proud, the wafting cloud
but space remains whilst forms will die
so dark fears begin to enshroud
the mist cries to God, Who endowed
all forms manifest with His breath
it feels so proud, the wafting cloud
even though fleeting is its wealth
wake up hermit, pray and atone
shining as God’s light in a crowd
though it has no life of its own
it feels so proud, the wafting cloud
Luminous jewel,
sphere illustrious
an imminent charm,
bright glow of love enamored
morning or evening star,
nebula’s composition redefined
named of the goddess who
by she enveloped our thoughts,
quotes, desires and hopes
ambiance eternal inferior
no moons for comfort,
only soft wispy, sulfuric clouds
enshroud and protect
in her celestial dance hall
ebon silhouettes abound,
volcanic pillar’s interior
Venusian mistress
Venera, radiant planet,
orbits and swirls about
Influencer, wife, sister, mother,
always a lover all in one
gracious and graceful
epiphanl presence,
astro star, Keats "Bright Star"
forbidding essence,
she plays in another’s
intrinsic magnetic field
for she has not one of her own,
grant her repose
from the hot lava lamps
of her orb’s abode
200.
My 31st Leaf
Obtained thee from up
Just a second gap
For years with a crowd
Holy float enshroud
“San Enchero” leaf
From a man on top
Near the icon's lap
Devotee clusters
Among churchgoers
Near highschool classmates
It's a holy day
It is Good Friday
At early evening
After float blessing
Twenty-Ninth of March
About church in front
Diagonal slant
Where people gather
Here banwa proper
One of the last floats
It's memorable
For I was able
To effortless pick
Now's so very quick
About one second!
-03/29/2013
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
Once upon a time, in a town not far from here,
on a day that was not bright, on a day that was not clear,
a boy was born, and the newspaper would say,
"It was a partly cloudy day."
Everybody said, "What an odd little feller".
So, one day, his mother took him to the fortune teller,
but she only said as she drew up her shawl,
"Suddenly, I have a partly cloudy ball."
He met her in the morning, early in the Spring,
and by and by, offered her a diamond ring,
but true love once more eluded -
the gem he gave was cloudy and occluded.
His heart was not broken. It just had a little crack.
He sighed and went home early. Then he hit the sack.
He didn't shed a tear or even cry -
he just blinked upon each partly cloudy eye.
In his head, he puzzled as he lay awake,
but life to him seemed hopelessly opaque,
and his confusion would enshroud
a mind partially covered by a cloud.
The years, one by one, eventually passed
by the bloke known for nothing but being overcast.
I'm sad to report that he died just yesterday.
The paper said, "It was a partly cloudy day".
(NOTHING COMPARES 2 U - PRINCE SONG)
1) Time has stopped still
I've lost my will
To feel alive
Life can go on
But there's no dawn
No, there's no jive
Chorus:
You were my inspiration
My heartbeat's sole fixation
Now life has lost all appeal
I sing but with no more zeal
For there is no one like you
I have found no one like you
None like you. ..
2) No more cute dates
My heart still waits
To be with you
There is no fun
Under the sun
I still feel blue
3) I've lost my smile
It's been awhile
Since I laughed loud
You are not here
You are not near
Sorrows enshroud
Bridge:
Even the roses that you planted
Have all withered, they were enchanted
Now I am left with a broken heart
Won't you let us have another start?
For there is no one like you
I have found no one like you
None like you...
Chorus:
You were my inspiration
My heartbeat's sole fixation
Now life has lost all appeal
I sing but with no more zeal
For there is no one like you
I have found no one like you
None like you...
You, strong sun that soars, crumbles down tonight,
A stormy day arrives at your bright face,
The sunny rays are nowhere in my sight,
A gust of silent air consumes the space.
No light shines in this room. Forever drain,
The world cools when the sun is blocked by guise,
Your clouds cry and pour and enshroud with rain,
I will continue life drenched in your cries.
I'll never run away when you're in tears,
My orbit will revolve for you, my sun,
Your presence still remains in all the fears,
My light, you will forever be the one.
I'll wait till time can tell when you might shine,
You’re still the sun when you are not divine.
The fold lifts - he's there in the mist
And the world tumbles aside.
We come together and meet lips
As Night's stars fill our eyes.
It's a world of two - two in the world.
The rush - the fire of his touch
Enshroud us as a cocoon would
And it's everything we want.
The fold suddenly lifts again -
A secret knowledge now in its stead.
I face the garish morning sun
With a smile - though twisted.
Oh, why so many dreams bestowed
in young and tender years,
fall into drifting dust decay
then sadly disappear.
Are dreams to blame for broken hearts
and quiet hour’s remorse?
Or is the dreamer born of guilt
for veering from its course?
Are dreams unfair for rising up
to skies in brilliant hue?
Perhaps they take no time for thought
and ask too much to do.
But would a dream be such a thing
if every hand could reach?
What treasure would it bring to bare?
What lesson would it teach?
Oh, grant I pray that I should never
stand amongst the crowd,
and watch with idle faithless feet
while mundane cares enshroud.
No, I will dare to dream above
midst Heaven’s brilliant streams,
and quiet vigil watch and keep
til come… what comes of dreams.
Enshroud yourself in darkness, black out all the light, and enclose the darkness within.
Silence the mind, silence all the sounds that surround.
Sit in the silence and darkness, embracing the endarkenment of oneself.
Be in silence and darkness
Be at peace with the silence and darkness
Find your inner light within that silence and darkness
Focus on that inner light
In the darkness resides silence and, in the silence, resides darkness, a quiet from the noise, a break from all the brightness
A place to come to, a place to sit in, be in for inside is your inner light, inside is a tranquility
Poet’s see beyond the cosmos
that’s why they’re revered
Poet’s leave the final time zone
past and future cleared
Poet’s bow to one volition
high above the clouds
Poet’s live in love’s reflection
— beauty to enshroud
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Dear mask of alabaster,
Is writ a song, disaster?
I walk about the place,
Where I face,
Whatever happens after;
Arrive, my compass guide,
As a star to Northern sky:
Be sunrise, or twilight,
Let God's palm,
Keep calming mine;
Grave, enshroud me,
Rock of earth,
Should I carry,
No more worth –
I was a young 15 year old boy
when Joni Mitchell wrote and Judy Collins sang ‘Both Sides Now’.
Their song has enjoyed a long and illustrious ride…
Now, as a 70 year old man, I realize…I have looked at life from both sides.
I’ve looked at life through the eyes of a child
surrounded by music and art….
a life where everything was new, and wondrous and beautiful…
where I saw only with my heart.
I’ve looked at life through the eyes of a man
no longer that chid…pure, and innocent and carefree….
where sometimes clouds would block my vision
and make it difficult for my heart to see
I have looked at life from both sides now
with innocent eyes and when clouds enshroud my heart
and I have learned just beyond the clouds…
life is filled with wonder…and beauty..and art.
Which, now that I am older, leads me to behold:
If our heart sees that beauty when we’re innocent and young
and again despite the clouds when are more experienced and old.
Think of the beauty we could create…
a life filled with wonder and beauty and art…
If we could only see beyond the clouds…
between our younger and older heart.
Age Is More Than A Number
Miracle Man
6/16/2023
Dark clouds,
often enshroud any thoughts
I might direct toward tomorrow.
I’ve always been an achiever,
but have shaken hands with defeat.
Now my aspirations have been devoured by time.
I could always do it all
until suddenly I can do little.
My past is an unforgiving file,
Which leaves me only those brief moments,
Called now.
Forgive me LORD when I Whine,
Forgive me LORD when I whine.
Sometimes I have this urge
The urge to cry aloud
I do not let it purge
I fight that big, black cloud
That tempestuous surge
Does totally enshroud
Till I am on the verge
Of being, by tears, cowed
I let myself submerge
In emotions that shroud
In time, I will emerge
Stronger than any crowd
in stagnant water
aesthetic ecstasy sinks~
engulphed by a lake
planks in protrusion
brooding clouds enshroud a pier~
silver lining plush
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