I tell you this as death draws near
As a cautionary tale, but not to fear
I now believe that a notion ingrained in us not to be true
The moment when we pass the lives we lived flash on through
I became aware as it began not long ago
Tiny fragments swaying to and fro
It happens when sleep draws close, a vignette whirs into view
Little threads to tug at and pursue
Gossamer strings of whispers float on by
Ghostly visages flicker like lighting streaks in the sky
Moments in time come from our past
We awake and remember how much we had forgotten as the years have been vast
Night after night new instants play out
Until you realize without a doubt
There will come a time when all the images disappear
The end has come, the light winks out, all will be clear.
Eyes of Time, do you get tired
in the heavens high above
as you see the world play out
with all its hate and love?
Yes, I am the Eyes of Time,
and of love, I never tire.
There are many ways to love,
from kindness to desire.
I watch with sweet pleasure
when a young man takes a wife,
and soon there is a baby,
and I thrill at newborn life.
Yet, when I watch men fight wars,
and see them clash and die,
(both sides, virtuous and right)
these Eyes of Time must cry.
I
Want to
Be engulfed
By the ending
Of this unknown tale;
To never know how it
Will play out, I'll live in bliss.
Trembling, I still patiently crave
What is neither saddening nor pleasing;
It is cathartic, and overwhelming.
Take the strands given to you; tightly,
Weave and tie that heart together.
Don't tell a lie until I
Can understand the truth,
And embrace the tale
Who's ending will
Never be
Told to
Me.
as aliveness innate
we just rest in being
at peace feeling no lack
content the way we are
knowing God’s got our back
as aliveness innate
we watch the dance within
of divine magnetism
Divine Mother’s caress
igniting body prism
as aliveness innate
living in the moment
one with the universe
we play out our life role
with no need to rehearse
as aliveness innate
we feel love’s benign burn
transforming feeble form
as we remain centred
in the magnetic storm
We are more than flesh, and blood, we have a soul you see,
our thoughts, feelings and emotions, is who we truly be.
With an earthy body, we play out our part,
straight from the emotions, the moving of our heart.
Sweet and bitter waters, flows through our veins,
as we live this life, for it’s earthly gains.
Thoughts, feelings, and emotions, how powerful they truly be,
when they are played out, by you and me.
Our thoughts moves our feelings, this is what we feel,
when mixed with emotions, now you know it’s real.
Perception is the key, to the knowledge in the heart,
positive being played out, in a negative start.
When you change your thoughts, your feelings also change,
in the heart, your emotions re-arrange.
Words bring forth life or death, to the soul you see,
forged together, thoughts, feelings and emotions, then played out by you and me.
We breathe in the shadows, perfecting the lie,
While the truth of us screams in a hushed lullaby.
I am stained by that kiss—by the heat, by the sin,
By the way that you let me and the cold universe in.
You were the brave one, the first to break through,
But now I am haunted by the ghost of you.
I am tearing apart in the way i wait for your touch,
Loathing the fact that I want you this much.
Was it a whim? Just a flicker of grey?
Or does the same fever consume you today?
The unknown is a killer, deep in the vein,
A craving for pleasure that’s indistinguishable from pain.
The guilt is a shadow I can't seem to shed,
A heavy, dark cover I wear in bed.
When the world demands we play out our part,
In the wreckage of us, hold me in your heart.
I am drowning in "maybe”, in secrets and salt,
Loving you feels like a beautiful fault.
If this is a ruin, let the heavy stone fall,
But if you are with me—if you feel it all—
Then let the shame burn until we are apart,
And forever, please, hold me in your heart.
as pure awareness animating form
we acknowledge labours of lower mind
as limited ego which must conform
to laws of this realm imposing a bind
so we play out our life role as assigned
looking not forward or backward in time
dwelling in the now betwixt bliss beat’s chime
69.
My Memories of Las Piñas
Las Piñas - memories sweet
Soul was innocent and neat
I miss the friends of childhood
The closeness of neighborhood
It's where I learned ABC
Twinkle Stars and 123
I miss the townhouse playground
My afternoon hang around
With Jay, Fritz, Toto, Len-Len
Yobi, Cyrene…more than ten
It's nice when night was brownout
My friends and I would play out
After church mass, family
SM Southmall was hobby
When Holy Week was around
Night film showing on playground
Also on time of summer
Neighbors resort together
When it's Christmas eve and night
Flood the gifts from left and right
Best is every New Year's eve
Night's merriest street party
Visit kin both side parents
Those another excitements
Oh Casimiro Townhomes
I should have never left you!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
these kittens are getting squirrely and loud said mama cat
Papa was annoyed; he wanted to read his newspaper in peace
the kittens seemed kittenish to him, and that was that
mewing and whining during breakfast took away his ease
why don’t you kittens go play out in the wilds he said that day
his wife gave him a warning growl, but had nothing else to say
the kittens were astounded, they loved this idea from pappy
they jumped the table and headed for the woods, feeling happy
mama kitten gave papa the eye and a stern look or two
are you going with them? she asked, and he immediately knew
If he did not go with the kits, he would never hear the end of it
and if there is one thing he did not want it was a wife having a fit.
Frustration fills me,
Thoughts spill into reality,
Challenging how I see,
Forcing things to be,
Pushing out energy,
Over running my entity.
Plenty of emotions,
Flow unintentional,
The conventional way taught,
I aught watch what I say.
As I watched it all play out,
Shouting inside,
"What's this all about?"
And without a doubt,
I was shown the way,
Day after day,
Creating what I say.
Playing right into the hands,
Of another's demands,
Stripping me from the land,
I came to understand.
Landing me right where I am,
Standing in the way of the plan,
In a way I know I can.
The power of one man,
Overcoming his own Creation,
Rippling through the Land,
As frustrated hands,
Learn to create on demand.
We had the way sent from above
then kept the parts we like,
and handed back the rest and now
we don’t even think twice.
It’s like it never happened yeah,
just like it never even was,
but there is no escaping it.
It’s coming back because
He’s coming back yes, it is true
then how will things play out?
In one day can we just adjust?
We know that life’s about -
having the opportunity
to learn to live his ways.
So then how is it possible
we’ll change in just one day?
We won’t, don’t fool yourselves
because we’ve played this all so couth,
we’ll someday have to face the fact…
we can’t handle the truth.
life as impulsed plays on screen of space-time
we play out our role as has been assigned
yet our focus is fixed on bliss beat’s chime
remaining at all times divine aligned
with feral cravings of ego declined
for being bliss replete we feel complete
our body drenched with magnetic cool heat
Space is the place,
Patterns retrace memories,
Creating what you see,
You're already in eternity.
The entity just energy in formation,
Information translating a story you wrote.
Your throat the portal of your creation,
Throwing vibrations into the space you play in,
So you can feel sensations,
In many different dimensions.
An interaction of energy,
Eternally intertwined,
Internally designed to thrive,
I've been taught to survive,
Because I was always alive.
Driving through the multiverse,
Traversing each verse,
The universe is a playground to rehearse.
You can reverse the roles,
Flip the poles,
And the waves keep rolling,
Space keeps growing.
Knowing all is now,
Somehow I got lost in the cost,
And getting bossed around.
I found a better way,
Living in trust each day,
Staying calm letting it play out.
I have no doubt,
There's more about life to learn,
Burning through incarnations,
Turning the tides of creation,
Now rising in its vibration.
Her stunned look of surprise
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry
Just letting things play out
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I remember in days long gone
our neighborhood boys
scooping large fallen branches
from the backwoods’ trees
and fitting them together with rope,
finishing off their crudely constructed creations
with old used blankets atop
and anchored down with rocks.
Leaves and pine cones were decorations
for these tiny fortresses
behind which they hid with toy guns
to play out their cowboy fantasies.
Little girls preferred the cute private chambers
of their best friends,
where they chatted and sipped tea
from tiny tea cups
while munching on mom’s cookies.
There they could imagine the day
when little boys gave up forts
to make them queens of castles.
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