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They are ignorant and playing with fire
They have lost the way
They think them as procurator
And no hopes are there
They are falling into the
Bay.
The heart of them has become invasive
And burning today. They are jealous, crude
In the era of kali; they are feeling the
Negative in their
Way.
My heart and soul has become depressed
To think of these blind
The turbulent atmosphere overwhelmed
My soul and the
Mind.
The are terrible and very much violent
They are as wild as hyena.
Destruction is their passion and
Deterioration is their dream and
Destination.
Oh my lord, please lit their heart
With your glorious divinity.
They are empty in humanity;
I would like to beg to you
Please, please, please, start your kind
Activity.
I’m in the band called “Beg Your Pardon”
Our latest, “The Luddits Headway”
Sells well, and the “Forest of Arden”
Our hit, has got some airplay
There ain’t no plans for touring though:
The phase of changes lingers on
Our singer left to form the “Zoo”
Our drummer yesterday has gone
The reason was the weak attendance
Our captive crowd went away
Eventually, our independence
Drifts in the truest luddits way..
For goodness sake, I’m not complaining
You see me busking every day
Still “Beg Your Pardon” stuff I’m playing
Although it sounds a bit too plain
In my rendition, but who cares
The people pass me on the street
Last night a lady from upstairs
Came down, and we talked a bit
She was a bassist in “Murango”
An ethnic band that played worldwide
I put some jazz, we danced a tango
Got a few clappings in the night.
As I beg your pardon over our poisoned dirt,
setting winds blow in their ways,
Taunting with a darkened choices worth;
Unsettling timid woes find my ear to chase.
Do I only want you to recognize a hardship
Over yours?
Lest missing your notice, it's among our costly blood the greater value finds your time in its place.
Even if beaten, meek, gentle and burnt,
is it all a guise to distract where the shared and shining limelight may lay?
I cannot find truth nor belief to abide by such a case to occur
Yet here unsure I remain,
Begging your pardon to endure
And to stay
As a lent ear, even if but to act as listening;
Posturing to feign
To become of the gathering I could not ever believe to be made
Is what I ask for an audience,
Your observance or
For merely a witness to a pain
That has humbled myself so harshly,
That to share would be to shame?
Again, oh - how it grows absurd,
I see my intent becoming misaligned within my aim.
Truly I beg your pardon,
Please avoid this inner conflict I display
To neglect the gift upon me you've poured,
I could not grant a greater thanks.
Among a sterile world bothered by irredeemable landscapes and sores, I concede today;
To stop poisoning the well that may offer the truest help
and our safest escape
Onwards and upwards,
There's a gift for you that with hope
I'll create
Outwards then forward,
To all, I offer all of me that you may take.
The world can never be mine
Except in what I can aid
Yet I continue to lay here
Another night
Of salty and cold cheeks
I am in pain
I cannot understand
Why
I want to write my emotions on
But tears have blurred my vision
My mouth is dry, my throat awkward
That music in the background, why so loud
With slow painful music
It’s cutting me
Find me a razor
Let me show my body what pain truly should feel as
I cried myself to sleep again
I am all out of yellow note paper
I’ve resulted to blue
Even that feels wrong
Is that my foundation I hear? Crackin’
Here we go again
Spare me, dear God, have mercy and spare me
I am close to numb now
Am I dead? I feel cold
It is not warm
Where’s the fire?
Those roaring flames
At crushing depths
Titanic rests
Rusticles- like red ice
hang from her corpse
[the excrement of
fathoms deep bacteria]
And now technology
[ undreamed of when it was needed]
peers at her
[long submerged wreckage]
from slick sub-like vessels
taking computer generated
photo mosaics
[for investigators to pore over.]
Once, mystifying questions
are un-layered one by one
from evidence locked
within her tortured skeleton,
revealing
[ not the simple impact of an iceberg]
sealed her fate]
but rather, a 'series of happenings',
[without remedy.]
Rivets with 'too much slag'
gave way
letting in Atlantic's weight
Her belly full,
she hugged her center keel
[in futile efforts]
to keep bow and stern connected.
As she sank, into eternity,
chambered cells,
[once meant to prevent
the onslaught of the sea,]
were swiftly breached
Sea weight tore her
great- ship's-soul asunder,
and sinking to the sea's dark floor,
she took with her,
poor forsaken passengers
[crying in disbelief ]
at the cruel and lying 'myth.'
See sawing down,
the broken stern end
speared, into fathoms deep mud,
the bow rails stayed intact
[for all the ghosts
to lean on ]
And with the solving of
her final hours,
it is unthinkable,
that this rusticled specter
[once so full of mystery]
had been declared to be
'unsinkable.'
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192.
Oh God, I Beg!
Oh God to You I strongly implore
To strengthen the throne of our governor
And in his domain to accept me once more
For when I have left from his secure
On my quest for a greener pasture
I had carelessly bitten their enemy's lure
Oh God to You I sincerely pray
To raise up ABS-CBN like GMA
And their big pipz to me shall never play
For I accused them of being unfair
By having with a party a something affair
I hope to that matter they'll put no more care
Oh God to You I truthfully entreat
To set Liberal Party where no one can beat
And that from me they'll never retreat
For when I tried to abandon them
And acted as a rebel with mayhem
I've proven I can‘t live without their tandem
Oh God to You I firmly beseech
To make PNoy's regime remarkably rich
And the Straight Path no one shall breach
For when I campaigned against him not to be our king
It was all propaganda, personal there's nothing
I was just in my career a newly hatched birdling.
-11/02/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Twilight Poems Collection
What is my hope in this life?
Without You, under the skies, there’s only hell.
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!
Rejections, taunts, helplessness, all kinds of strife,
People, homes, values, all things in peril,
What is my hope in this life?
You expose my heart to tempests; I cry
In deep anguish, I beseech and kneel -
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!
Stir my heart to seek You; let not my spirit dry,
For with your absence in this tough duel -
What is my hope in this life?
My little mind cannot equal your wisdom so high,
Amid confusion I am a wondering, wandering fool,
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!
Helping grace and love you will abundantly supply;
Under the heavens - will be glory eternal.
What is my hope in this life -
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!
6/17/14
**Inspiration from Romans 8:35-39 "...Nothing can separate us from the Love
of God..."
This poem is offered to the people of Iraq ( the Yazidis and other minorities)
going through persecution. Let us pray that they may have the strength to
face all the adversities confronting them as God envelops them with His
immense love and mercy.
Gentle Earth, I beg of you -
Whisper to us the first sign of spring.
Annul this wintry despair
And a season of life anew, bring.
From the depths of Baja
Carry the warmth in upon a draft.
Poke the sunshine through grumbly clouds
And send it down as a gilded shaft.
Clothe the desert with the raiment
Of fleeting sheets of white rain.
Implore the wildflowers that they
Bestow upon us a fantastic display.
Help the button-face of the brittlebush
Peep over the dead, crumpled brush.
Bring forth the canyon penstemon.
Make the Mexican lime cactus flush.
With one quick stroke of rain
Paint the delicate creosote yellow.
Order the Engelmann’s cactus to raise
Their trumpets of fuchsia and blow.
Tempt forth the birds to sing - listen!
I beg, usher March in.
When I want to cook others beg me to stop.
I once baked a cake that when rolled could hop.
We made it into balls and watched it go down the walk.
Some of it was whisked away by a determined chicken hawk.
Hope that bird does not die, my sister said.
She loves to cook, can make pies, puddings and bread.
If I try to make a hamburger, it scorches black in the pan.
I am the worst cook in Kansas, you can ask my man.
Out of desperation he learned to cook.
He is a really great chef, can maneuver the nook.
Which is to say the kitchen which I begged the builder to leave out.
That put his knickers in a knot, the man swore and gave a shout.
She does not cook, she is really bad at it, my husband explained.
I was going to try cookies yesterday, but everyone complained.
They have cleaned up my messes, and none wanted to do it again.
Luckily I live close to my baking, cooking sister; she is my twin.
I beg for your happiness
To eliminate my sadness
I beg for your forgiveness
Replace my tears with gladness
Your happiness
Illuminates all of me
Your forgiveness
Gives me airborne liberty
Your gladness
Lives within me now
My sadness
Is fading away somehow
I beg, I beg, I beg
I tried to break a leg
I beg, I beg, I beg
For your happiness...
For your gladness...
To eliminate my sadness
To chase away my madness
Forgive me, I beg, I beg, I beg
Let live and you'll see that I've tried to break a leg
Replace my fears and tears
With cheers that suddenly appears
I beg for your love and guidance
To illuminate my smile and radiance
I beg for your mercy and joyfulness
Embrace my dreams and make them a reality more or less
Your happiness
Illuminates all of me
Your forgiveness
Gives me airborne liberty
Your gladness
Lives within me now
My sadness
Is fading away somehow
I beg, I beg, I beg
I tried to break a leg
I beg, I beg, I beg
For your happiness...
For your gladness...
To eliminate my sadness
To chase away my madness
Forgive me, I beg, I beg, I beg
Let live and you'll see that I've tried to break a leg
Replace my fears and tears
With cheers that suddenly appears
I begged for your happiness to get rid of my sadness and distress and I sought deliverance
Your forgiveness and gladness gave me love and guidance while I was left with smiling radiance
Your mercy and joy repairs me before I tear apart at the seams...tear apart at the seams...
I'm looking forward to seeing your embracing light to give me delightful dreams