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Your Love Repays My Debts

I’ve known all sorts of people
I’ve said all kinds of things
I’ve disappointed many
Kept them waiting in the wings

I’ve asked myself what benefits a real connection brings

I had a dream about you
We were walking in a store
Felt a strange disorientation
Like we’d both been there before

Some things are just impossible to replicate, for sure

Here’s to new relationships
Down with old regrets
Every day, you clean my soul
Your love repays my debts

Here’s to new relationships
Down with old regrets
Every day, you clean my soul
Your love repays my debts

When I hug you tight,
It’s like my heart is breaking
Love like a rock –
No posturing or faking
This dream can live
After the point of fitful waking
I’m a child and a man
All freshly-birthed and shaking

Reason killed the matador:
The burden of the sport
There’s some proven miracles
Cold logic can’t support

Here’s to new relationships
Down with old regrets
Every day, you clean my soul
Your love repays my debts.


2016
Form: Imagism


Here Are Two Unhappy Lovers

If we kept feelings to ourselves
and avoided eyes not inventing lies,
none of this should have happened
and this secret would remain untold.

Here are two unhappy lovers clinging to false hope,
nothing we do, we'll change their rage so deep; 
we have been caught in broad daylight;
do we feel remorse, anger, or even guilt...
do we go on pretending we'll be climbing a slope,
not realizing we'll roll down if we don't grope...
the ascension is smooth, the descent is steep!

We wanted to lead two separate lives,
seeing each other occasionally in strange places,
but losing our freedom is a hard blow;
we got to be very cautious and not show we know
one another, not getting caught by husband or wife:
we must forget we ever met in life!

Here are two unhappy lovers clinging to false hope,
faithfulness makes us slide down the strongest rope;
we try to hold on sliding down rough slopes:
this happens only to cheaters that have run out of lies!
None of this should have happened,
if we had been really careful and secretive,
not leaving messages with different names,
not making those ridiculous excuses  
to get away; if we only had used common sense,
we wouldn't be scolded by pretense!
Did blind passion lead us to believe
in foolish play? Could this affair have been stopped?

Finally, the truth has come to light...
we are as shocked as they are planning
revenge, while we are feeling sadness and giving
into fear so disappointed for our failed plot;
we let urges run wild betraying their trust...
are we ready to admit how horrible is the cost?
Form: Lyric

Premium Member When It's Over

When my time comes to die
I desire neither heaven or hell 
I seek to peacefully drift off 
Slumbering in that eternal spell

Dreaming only the most pleasant dreams 
No nightmares as my life seems to be 
I don't want any type of judgement 
Too many have laid theirs on me 

I have gone on to more peaceful things 
That's all I want my tombstone to read 
No more worries and no more regrets 
That eternal rest is all that I need 

Many ponder the purpose of life 
I question the reason for my birth 
I've disappointed everyone I love 
There's the proof my life has no worth 

I've hated my parents for having me
And despised the fact that I was born 
I've done nothing but disgrace my parents 
Leaving them beyond tired and worn 

If I could do it all over again 
I would never have been born 
Then I'd never see my mother cry
When I left her heart ripped and torn
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member When Resisting Danger

My GreenLeft side
resists AngryYang
win/lose competing AngloPowers
for making money 
commodified
secularized MonoTheistic
world conquering views

Supporting GodGiven economic rights
to colonize sinners,
more easily divided
from the AnthroHerd
when not white
not straight
not male

While my RedRight inside
recovers from ancient wounds,
frightened
angry
disappointed
sacred sad absence
of Holy Yintegral spirits
of Win/Win cooperative
EarthTribe co-investments

In
By
Through
Of
From
Sacred ecological nurturing
pan-sensory
bicameral co-passion

Liberally nurturing AnthroWealthy love
consuming Earth-healing conservation values
co-arising Spring's healthy newborn 
reborn life

Like sunlight above
is to Earth dust
lust
must
bust
crust below

LeftGreen consciousness
of previous peak experiences

Rooted in regenerative
sacred
supernatural is also spiritual subliminal
inter-religious multicultural 
outside undomesticated family values

Opening green/red 
ultra-nonviolet positive,
unless disvalues
or misvalues

Are not not unvalues
unconscious
unknown
unloved
uncherished
ungifted
undivine
not humane,
unbecoming

To my emergent GreenLeft side
sense of healthy EarthTribe 
indigenous integral balance

Resisting AngryYang
win/lose competing WhitePowers
for making money commodified
secularized MonoTheistic
world views

Excluding synergy's PanenTheistic
EarthCare opportunities
for compassionate
therapeutic communication.

October, a lament to love and heartache


October breaks my heart
When it ends, begins
And the days in between
It never lives up to my expectations
I am often disappointed in the weather
And other various things
It is anxiously waiting for the days to draw colder and the Earth to paint her face only to be met with countless days of continuing heat and an ever drying landscape 
October is the month of my departed sons birth and the month of my mother's last breath
Its remembering the last time I saw the sun on his skin as he walked out of the doors of the school for the last time, the first time I experienced the death of a friend
October breaks my heart
Into a million pieces 
Yet I'm always sad to see it go


70 My Life in Dumarao

70.

My Life in Dumarao



Dumarao – teen and adult abode

Where memories are both good and bad



My gratefulness when I received from thee

School honor garnered unexpectedly



But in exchange I got few friends only

Who later dwindled ‘til I was lonely



Our improved house resembling a prison

My routine changed, I was in derision



The field not ours was developed further

Without buying it from the landowner



Father's money were quickly exhausted

Everynight's like party – glasses toasted



Foods that we should eat – to animals fed

Chickens, pigs, pigeons, goats…later were dead



So there emerged our sari-sari store

Which I needed also to take care for



Time for fun, highschool gimmicks – missed a lot

To redeem my lost school honor I plot



Yet, all in vain, worse, my batch had fallen

In school competitions where we should win



After all, tragic OLSI memory

Taught me never again to be bossy



And when I was already in UP

My vow in life was full humility



On class days, I learned a lot in Miagao

On weekends, I went back to Dumarao


Where life was still and moving in slow pace

So when I thought I was behind the race



Worked even before I marched from college

On government office even low wage



Not disappointed, but discontented

To Metro Manila I bravely fled



Tutor in Korean Academy

Not fired, not resigned, left job abruptly



At those times of blatant stupidity

To home once again with my family



Maybe fate wants me to be here

Dumarao's love for me may be sincere



And I think I'm also loving thee now

If our love fails again, there's broken vow



Now, your weakness I slowly understand

My test of faith I patiently withstand.



-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection
Form: Rhyme

The Wilderness Quail

They named me the wilderness quail
I'm not as pretty as other birds are,
my feathers are golden, brown and frail;
I hide when a storm starts and my bizarre
behavior becomes fret, no stone pine
can protect me on a noon with aflare
lightenings crossing the semi-dark atmosphere.

Uncommon and ignored by all I spent 
my day searching for food by a lake and wait...
until an unsuspicious lavaret comes afloat,
sometimes he stays at the bottom for fear
and I have to fly miles to provide a meal
for my chicks waiting in the branches of a fir:
I'll be disappointed coming home without a kill!

Although I'm so neglected by all the blue-winged teals,
I consider myself to be humble and kind in deeds:
helping a lost sparrow find her desperate mother 
who is searching for him everywhere near a pond,
or a brook where reptiles attentively wait for their prey;
I'll hide him under my wings if he's ever in danger! 

By now everybody can guess where this place is:
I dwell in Southern Italy, a land that many envy
for her stunning scenery and delicious fruits,
where no vigilant quail ever goes hungry!
Keep me company and I show you the beauity
and the tranquility of this lovely country!

SuperCouple

THE DAY PLAYER
------------------------
Excitement moved all throug the area
sshe had agreed to wear the lovehoney: everyone was excited.
Everyone except Monsieur Malou. It was overly odvious that
he was disappointed., frowning and pouting.. She asked: darling
why aren't you happy for me? Why do you think I am up set he said:
come geniuos tell me why I am upset! She said i think because so many
adorable men will see me and will lustful make play's toward me. yeah and not to mention
your boss gave this oppurtunity and those who like seperating
 couples will gloat as if they are the smartest people
 on earth when we aurgue and fuss and break -up.
She said the most foolish thing then one recalled," darling we aren't
breaking up, you love me!" Your boss is gonna make you feel you owe him something, it's an oppurtunity a gig a simple oone nighter,"yeah but it's great for my resume'.
The guy lefted out the room, and day's later, I heard them after the show. She told him I will marry you now. The worst of this is over". Yeah, before one of the brainyakes might start saying
women like that don't marry.  Allowing the advice-giver to be right is one of the most effective ways to build trust, de-escalate tension, and strengthen relationships. It requires setting aside your ego to prioritize the connection over the need to win an argument. Don't allow no one to be right except me: I love you and I am not going to decive you. Some people wish us divided you should love me enough to see that and to speak on it! I doo love you really I do and I will marry you!
Form: Ballad

Control and Acceptance

My weight loss is bittersweet
I feel happy while my body feels weak
I want to lose more so I eat less
But I have days where I eat everything in sight
And I feel disappointed
I had no control so I restrict
To gain it back 
I restrict to control my life
And to look better
Maybe people will like me better if I am skinny
Maybe my family would accept me
Maybe I would accept myself
Every time I see a lower number
On the scale
It makes me feel happy
The voice in my head is proud and encourages more
So I continue my vicious cycle 
Of bing and restrict
Even though I know its hurting me
And its hurting people who care about me
But I can't stop
Not until I am skinny
accepted 
And taken seriously

Premium Member Do Not Dress As An Enchanted Table

I need it now! My irritating little sister was shrieking.
Her mask was not finished. The paint was still streaking.
My mother said, “It will be dry when we are ready to go”
But she kept griping and complaining. my sister, Mo.

It was Halloween of 1996. My own costume was a table.
Complete with teapot, plates, and cups, made by Grandma Mable.
I was enchanted like the Beauty and The Beast.
I was proud of my costume, it was finished at least!

There was a knock on the door. I heard someone yell Andy.
I was hoping it was my uncle with my Halloween candy.
He had promised me a Babe Ruth the other day.
If I could figure out a table costume, and here I was so hey!

It was my neighbor, the one who used to do all the car egging.
He was coming over again to do a bit of begging.
Can I borrow your scooter? He asked me. I have a costume to get.
I knew his reputation for wrecking scooters, so I said, “Just forget it!”

He left angry, but I did not care. Halloween was almost in sight.
I was too excited to eat supper, heading out into the night.
Hey! Our mother said, Be sure you take your Trick or Treat light.
I rolled my eyes, but did it, so we could get out all right.

I had not realized when I decided on my costume of enchanted table
It is difficult to get close to the trick-or-treat candy bags not really able.
The people pretty much had to choose from me, which was not so great.
I was disappointed when we came in with our loot at a quarter ‘til eight.
Form: Rhyme

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