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so easy to fall, and so hard to break free
somehow as a child I knew
it was as if they knew my name before I had a clue
at 10 reading books about orphans
free from the church
the dignity of evil
nuns silently brought
the battle of addiction began without meaning
images crept into my head at ten
child orphans hooked on opiates
living on the street homeless
but somehow free
my time as a child skipped over
teen experimentation
no social life
and straight into motherhood
the first time I ran from myself
9 months of being a teen
happy, unknowing
thrown straight into postpartum trauma
with a child of an older man
who knew everything
gaslight dreams flickering
fading with every press
morphine drip, and 3 months asleep
surgical birth
I didn't hear her cries
asleep she was taken
my ship was sinking
bonds breaking silence
anger grew like a cancer
hurricane spiraling within
my fist at the end of the funnel
ready to blow
a target in the darkness
floating on hope
circled by the unseen voices
whispering my doom
seven years of a precious life
lost to me
“end it all”
“leave it all behind”
ashamed, grasping at threads
death refused to take me
shouting “fight with patience”
through the thick
the echoes lightyears away from my ears
20 years locked up as grown child
mentally fatigued
10 more years locked up in the standards
of what society calls marriage
an adult thing to do
pleading for help
from grandmother's psychology degree
with the words
“keep your mouth shut for your daughter's sake,
she needs both her parents”
I ran a 2nd time
chained to my abusers
demon bound chasing
with overbearing shouts
30 missed calls in a row
shaming me, nothing was ever the right thing
couldn't have me, so stole all that they could
and the only child I ever held
10 years of tears
angry and depressed
hating every new day
afraid of happiness
dreaming of death
unable to save my child
from barely escaping repeated
suicide attempts
kept away
stayed away
threatened by his constant
demanding
civil servants to tell me
no one could help
without a proper court installed judgment
hellraiser dug the chains in deep
waiting for me to succeed to the pain
that kept my nervous system alight with fire
Frankii <3 Fame
5-8-2024 1:11 am
"Love is the strongest force in the universe."
Can this statement be proven true?
If I were to begin a search
And write down a hypothesis
What parameters should I observe?
Can love be seen under a microscope?
Can its depths be plumbed by a rope?
Can its mass be balanced on a scale,
Or its weight detected by a spring?
If only I can find these numbers,
Will I finally understand…?
Why so many courtship end in disaster
Why friendship can fall apart
If love is so powerful
Then why does it seem so frail?
So much of the cosmos is cold and empty space
Like the void within our souls
That love can’t seem to fill
Still, my heart remains restless
Unwilling to make the conclusion
That love is but vain platitudes
That the universe is all there is…
So much of the cosmos is but cold and empty space
But gossamer threads hold the planets in their place
The radiant orbs move in harmony
To weave cosmic melodies
And though the song of the celestial spheres
Are oft too far to hear
A kindred anthem streams
Oft too close to see
So I listen to the quantum hymn
To study this elementary romance
The force so strong it could subdue
The natural repulsions within the heart of matter
And the bonds forged by the orbital motions
Which construct our terrestrial frames
I know now that even in my utmost lonesome
Atomic serenades reverberate deep within
Forever reaching out for a kin
Vast, cosmic energies is unleashed
When elements finally unite
And when I contemplate these forces sublime
They almost seem divine
"Love is the strongest force in the universe."
I think I am beginning to see
How that statement could be true
Love is the seam that binds all kinds of matter
And that love is three in one
As the sands of time
challenge love's reality,
it slips through your fingers.
Although Hope still conjures a smile,
recalling those magic moments
stored deep within your heart.
Love cannot bloom in yesterday's shadow,
shaded from tomorrow's dawning light.
And your heart grows numb
to the constant sting of lies
as you fall into depression's abyss,
struggling with emotions
of shame and self-worth.
With the bonds of trust severed,
you offer your wounded heart a placebo,
seeking solace within the world of dreams.
But fractured feelings haunt, forever memories,
with both the sweet ecstasy of love
and the bitter dregs of betrayal.
I was a stoner in a coma mercifully sweet
up for good humour and friendly greet
changed into someone more likely to beat
thump kick and stomp fighting the weak
I had stoner friends with paranoid brains
and jealous mates who were partial to blame
letting ideas spawn from sophism claims
delivered by a stranger playing a game
that stranger my boss telling my friend
things false and fallacious intent to offend
slander me to colleagues was her daily trend
reaching beyond work to see bonds end
isolating me at work and my social life too
my boss and my best mate missing a screw
daily discrimination the mate said aint true
dwelling on rumours whilst treating me rude
he shared with his brother stories she told
a brother already living bitterly cold
accepting the worst and easily sold
behaving beheaded with hatred his gold
all of this mistreatment morphing my mind
reaching for help nowhere to find
blinded by focus on my bosses crime
finding it hopeless as losses inclined
personality vanished and I'm unemployed
my life fully shattered completely destroyed
yet when telling mates they'd get annoyed
still seeking out truths in her stories deployed
My boss won the Battle Of Malicious Mouths
and whilst she's forgotten friends still doubt
watching me drown in a kindness drought
until i was confused as to what friendship's about
and life for that matter with my brain in a cloud
lost hopes and helplessness no sense of proud
yet still treated rough as I crawled with the crowd
took 8 sodding people 6 years to bring me down
Seven long years of suffering isolated
seeing these memories fit missing places
the hazy mist clears and I'm not suffocated
I know what my boss caused I know what my mates did
114.
My 27th Leaf
Picked thee on head high
With crowd my side by
From batchmates away
To them again, hey
It's called here “apoy”
A highschool batchmate
Parish affiliate
Rich and religious
Family Venus
Of the Ilawod
Fourth month and sixth day
It's a Good Friday
After procession
Night lights were turned on
Before the “duaw”
Where people cluster
On banwa proper
Second last caro
Float San Enchero
A Station of Cross
Again with batchmates
Like the former years
Somehow miracle
Rare get-together
The Lord bonds us here!
-04/06/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
He remembers that day
many sad years ago
It was sunny out,
But soon a storm raged.
He returned home early
from work,
eager
to rest and nurse a cold.
Eager
to see his gorgeous wife
fix him a delicious soup
and give loving care,
a remedy not.
He caught a surprise.
Was it then a hallucination?
To see her ex's car
in front of their house,
fanning the flames in his heart?
Or to imagine the house shaking,
or to hear love noises howling
from the rafters of contempt,
As her fireplace warmed the tempest.
He sure hoped then... it had been a misfire
It wasn't.
He slowly opened the front door,
walking decrepit and sad,
like he was in hospice care.
He could see the final script
playing out,
more so, the tragic ending
the trail of clothes,
her ex-boyfriend's scent,
calamity,
and approaching closer
The devil is speaking louder.
He opened the bedroom door
to their parts caught in honey jars
and scarlet red on his tainted wife
over bed sheets of shame.
Their eyes catch,
both flush and tearful,
as breathing stopped,
His melancholy eyes ask why?
Why?
What about the future lily pods?
our family, house, kids
... and you sell out.
What about being fresh
out of college with our dreams,
passion and honor...us.
What about the bonds?
pinky swears, pricking of blood
marital vows.
Her eyes had no answers.
She cried the loudest
as her ex-boyfriend bolted
not before passing the mill.
He closed her door for good
that mournful day,
dismissing darkness,
opening his wrath for her
in his mind, yet
What words or light can be exchanged?
Uprooted and lost, he walked
scarred over and over
by her promise and lost love.
That was thirty years ago
And he still walks with her
ghosts, and it still pains.
connie pachecho
4/15/26
Note: I wonder who the guilty party is?
Diamonds forever sparkle deeply as a treasured jewel
Dawning and revealing pure in a fresh breath of light
Shining on warm gentle bonds inside one’s very heart
Tears just beating drums with sounds splashing gently
Young and beautiful as with a coldness of clouds above
Golden shattering silver reflections in a most azure sky
Falling rain inside believing in a dream of pure redemption
Sadness looms heavy in a kingdom of one-eyed dwarfs
Who live daily without hope, love, and surcease of sorrow
Waterfalls down over a fountain of divine beauty in a land
Of magical fairies imbued with supernatural powers of good
Bringing healing to those afflicted and ignored by humans
Everlasting happiness inside beauty cries joy and happiness
For joy will skip in every single beat of a person’s heart and
Happiness abounds with naked electric and alchemic powers
And not to have love is completely devastating to one’s soul
For without it men and women are robbed of happiness and
Miss the rapture and joy coming from shared emotions pure
Beauty and ugliness, hope and despair, joy and sadness
Pervade the human endeavor in pairs of obvious dichotomy
Reflecting warm and cold winds of continuous contradiction
Dreams My Love are a way to play on the better nature of
Our human psyche as we all seek to find calmer waterfalls
With magical properties and reflections to make us all one
Diamonds Forever My Love brings smiles and fulfillment in this
World and in our personal world too with each of us struggling
For meaning, love, hope, desire, and happiness here on Earth
A new tomorrow rises from the ashes of the Phoenix as it again
Takes its flight high in the sky making our imaginations soar in
Finding those warm gentle bonds inside our hearts making us one
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 30, 2014)
(Unrhymed Tercet)
In a realm where love's illusion played its game,
A young and handsome man sought a heart to claim.
He danced on promises of love's sweet embrace.
Whispering vows of never-ending grace.
With gifts and dresses, he adorned his desire.
Her eyes sparkled with a flicker of fire.
He swore to stay faithful, never to stray.
But little did he agnize the price he'd pay.
Behind her beauty, a tempest did hide,
A tongue that lambasted with venomous slide.
Day and night, she nagged and demanded,
Turning their love into something so tainted.
He became a servant to her every whim,
He scrubbed floors and walls, his light growing dim.
She spent his arduous-earned coin with no remorse.
Leaving him with nothing but regret and coarse.
With each passing day, his heart grew heavy.
Longing for the love his whimsey was steady.
But trapped in a web of deception and lies,
He yearned for freedom; his spirit cries.
He dreamed of escape, of breaking his chains,
But the walls around him only caused him pain.
He wished he could turn back, undo the spell,
But the illusion he once believed had fell.
Regret filled his soul, a bitter taste in his mouth.
As he realized the truth of what love is about.
It wasn't the fancy gifts or sweet caresses.
But the genuine love that he had missed
The lesson he learned, though a painful one.
Was that love's illusion can come undone?
Beauty may captivate, but true love is kind.
And the bonds of deceit will leave you blind.
So beware, all young men who seek hearts to win,
Look beyond the surface, the charm, and grin.
For love is not found in material things,
But in the depth of a person's being.
Do not be fooled by beauty's deceit.
True love's foundation is strong and sweet.
Find someone who cherishes your soul.
Who will abide by you and drive you as a whole?
And remember, as you pass on your way,
Love is an option we earn each day.
So select wisely and let your heart guide,
In true love, there's no room for pride.
Learn from this tale, with its regretful end,
And may your love story never bend.
Remember, love is not just a passing trend.
It's a commitment, a journey, and a lifelong blend.
So cherish each moment, hold love close and tight,
And may your love story shine forever bright.
(Hardly anything is known about Sappho, but no-one seriously
doubts her greatness as a poet. She lived on the Greek island
of Lesbos (hence “Lesbian”) in the seventh century BC. All that
has survived of her work is a scattering of scraps, but even this
meagre evidence establishes her as one of the foremost poets
of all time.)
I.
Waking at dawn,
with lilac boats of cloud
threading through heaven's
cool aquamarine
like afterthoughts of night,
I yearn to sing of you
as prettily as I can,
to do you honour, Atthis,
and give pleasure to our friends.
Dawn crept into our room
in her sandals of gold
and, stooping over the bed,
kissed me free of sleep's lax bonds.
This life of ours is brief, Atthis,
so let us love without restraint.
We, two vermillion hyacinths,
lending our grace to a mountain path,
should blaze before
some shepherd, unknowing,
treads us underfoot
till all of us that remains
is a red stain in the sand.
It is a short flight
from dawn to night,
but do not despair, my love.
We will bestow it yet
with a thousand beauties.
I love everything that
caresses me. I love the hot wind
redolent of wild thyme,
and the strong, gentle hand
of the sun on my breasts.
I love the honesty of mountain water
and the gorgeous bloom
which freshens the gnarled gorse,
surprising him with happiness.
And yes, I love you too, Atthis,
with buttercups in your hair.
The Calling
I hear the calling
She is out there in the wind
The darkness though
Hides her inside my very thoughts
My dreams escape only at the light of day
Where I wonder
Was she there at all
My life has been this journey
Seeking the calling of the one in the wind
Her voice does sing, and the pain of loneliness
Is my very own chamber of horrors, that stings
I would fly away, if only, if only
My broken wings would mend
My heart is silent for it does not move
There is no beat, no flow of love or tear
No bonds to hold me to your breast so dear
I have given this world a million smiles and facades
I have cried for the pain of all the woeful stories untold
Burdened it seems, with angel duties
I am no longer with strength to hold or hope
I feel the dust inside my mouth
I hear the calling
The kiss comes too late
To wet my soul
Thus is I who must let you now go
To the depths of torment far deep and down below