Eternity

Every time our ways cross, 
This motive of mine could not be seen through my expressions,
But look deeper into my eyes, 
They would show my heart beats with sweet sweet melodies, 
Within them where thoughts fall into hallucinations, 
Neon green orchids and violet wild flowers bloom along our pathways, 
butterflies of black and blue lead us through the aisle of purple grasses, 
And into the candle lighted altar of an endless love.

Whenever you come closer before me, 
Shyness conquers all of my soul, 
Tongue tied as if condemned to being mute, 
Not even a single letter of love could be spoken, 
But to whisper words of passion in the lemon scented wind, 
Perhaps its breeze might bring a message of love into your eyes, 
A love so pure yet innocent, 
Sweeter than red red roses, 
And i promise to love you all through eternity.

Every second is spent dreaming about you, 
Wishing to touch your face prettier than venus, 
Yet i do not have a cent to buy you gifts, 
But poems and lots of poems, 
Every word is written by my heart, 
Sentences are ended with burning desires, 
Between those lines are my real intensions, 
Love and burning passion, 
If you can read them someday, 
Perhaps you will love a poet madly in love with you, 
With a love so warm you never dreamt of, 
Beyond your wildest memory, 
The happiest woman on earth will be you. 

Infidelity

Infidelity

In my mind, 
I remember, 
still vivid, 
you asked? 
Who am I to you? 
Everything and forever.

But the seas between us turn bleaker, 
the storm surge you bring tears my life into pieces, 
floating on the waves of destruction, 
your betrayal of tsunami proportion, 
totally wiped my sanity out, 
every strand of my life is fast collapsing, 
not too soon, 
into devastation.

Your lips of sweet kisses, 
once infested with witty words, 
and now, 
too sour, 
infected of your viral wicked lies.

Always and again, 
You asked, 
Who am i to you? 
A gruesome death, 
a decaying cadaver, 
decomposing in the labyrinth of unfaithfulness. 

Follow me

Follow me

Follow me, 
where the river runs in silence, 
with the blooming lavender orchids, 
under the canopy of vined trees, 
decorated by hanging violet flowers, 
let our flesh explore the senses of pleasure.

Deep into the forest and perfumed grasses, 
wet black leather on your skin, 
under the heavy full moon, 
let our imaginations run wild, 
our bodies seeking each others' fires, 
and taste the carnal pleasure
we never dreamt of.

I want to hold you tighter, 
caress every part of you, 
dive into your senses, 
and go home crazier than before.

If one day you will gonna leave, 
leave me still loving you, 
with love letters sealed in my drawer, 
but always remember, 
you will remain an immortal being in
my heart. 

Essence

Perfumed red water melon, sweet juices flow: Your chest protrudes, 
They arouse, seduce my sleeping craving: Imagination floats, 

Your body's curve is sensuous, pulverizes in me within, 
its fragmented beauty is a mosaic in my brain, 
soul of mine dares to dive into the pool of sin.

And you allowed me to delve beyond infatuation, 
with a bullet train in constant saturation, 
towards your emotional happiness, our final destination.

Woman! let me caress your heart in every hue, 
with me my dearest love to follow you.

On a mattress created by hallucination, 
let our interwoven bodies travel in fascination, 
and free ourselves from tradition.

Sweat scented woman, molten virginal crayon drips: Pure, 
coated our love a passionated heat: It will long endure. 

Age Of Dust

Age of dust

Where the mushrooms blur in halves, 
wither in the mist of anti-bacterial chemicals, 
rotten faces are poisoned chocolates, 
melting on decomposing grasses.

Why do they have to breath? 
The earth beneath their caps burns in venom, 
sterilized from the dose of methane gasses, 
and the air around them is purely smog.

Why do they have to live? 
We killed the soil of their homes,                                               
poisoned the creeks under their feet, 
everything around them is dried wind, 
and we forget that there is still
another day after tomorrow.

If that tomorrow will come, 
we will be waking up on the bed 
of food shortages, 
everything around will be painted with blood, 
peace will be as elusive as a slippery eel, 
men will be compelled to murder for existence, 
a world in chaotic nightmare. 

Aisle of Paradise

See those coals, 
they are getting dark to dark, 
sweating blue while sitting
on charcoal grill, 
their fumes of purple smog, 
darkened by your deceit.

Their fire is blistering, 
flaming with hatred on their eyes, 
burning the bleeding steak till black, 
you devour it madly with gusto, 
sauced blood with mushroom still dripping
around the corners of your mouth, 
wash it with red wine and cream sauce, 
wipe it with decaying linen cloth, 
while they feast on hunger, 
their intestines are filled with air
that sings violet death, 
and revolting in violence.

You're such a political fairy tale, 
of flying wings with lies
and stealing hands, 
a mobster walking on the aisle of fantasy, 
and of fake promises, 
converting the whole of a country
into a paradise, 
a beautiful paradise, 
infested with greed, 
made of slums swimming on naked water, 
infected with mosquitoes, 
dying in malaria and sweet dengue fever, 
and sleeping on hunger that lasts 
until forever. 

Impulsive

Dearest woman, enter with a feathered lace, 

caress the verses, the love of mine in phrase, 
truest words, adore your golden heart, worth a praise, 
if to covet you, the price is crucifixion, i will face.

There is nothing more noblest, 
than to die for love, it's the sweetest.
Fair skin lady, feel the rhythm of my heart, 
hear the music played, it beats your name, this love's the deepest.

Why do i love you the most? Facetious, impulsive sensuality, 
which your exquisite beauty, authenticated by humility, 
when in tragedy, illuminates dexterity, 
where it's banal, your personality.

Fabled fairy, come with your crew and journal, 
fabulous flashes, capture my song, surreal but literal, 
far from me, listen between the lines, you're fantastical, 
fantasm is gone, I do really love you, that's eternal. 

Deluge

Where your hills are sprinkled chopped trees, 
the indelible deluge left by the storm's brutal sprees, .

Cars and houses swept violently, eaten by ocean's surge, 

Cadavers decaying on the streets, bruised eyes, a painful purge.

the land is bludgeoned, bled vinaigretted clod, 
those living and the dead, blown by the gust of blood.

But it's unthinkable to achieve natural peace without natural violence, 
beautiful rainbow always dominate after a bloody evolutionary turbulence, 

Rise tacloban! Soar higher than before, never lose hope, 
resuscitate, stand stronger, never again your dreams will elope.

Squeak

Constant Deforestation

So the memory of the green still stuck on my brain, 
somewhere in my soul lives the lust for a grain of rain, 
sordid and ends up in a blast of vain.

and when the cock blows the trumpet of shrill, 
wakes the misty dawn for another morning chill, 
while the squeak of a chainsaw is a burst from hell.

But gray is the morning stealthed in torrential rain, bearer
of the scepter, cast in violent sinister and walks over, 
the logs that veil the placid lake of toxified water.

Then the veil of woven primeval denudation is torn, 
there from a slit, unleashed flood of fornification, 
with a perverted pestilence, sledge of devastation.

And there is nobody to mourn for nor to bury, 
there is nothing left neither scars of tragedy, 
there is no more chainsaw's squeak, epilogue to misery. 

Dahas

Kataksilan mo'y nanghahagupit,
Kastigong dala'y napaka-lupit,

Puso ko'y nagkagutay-gutay,
Pati katinua'y pinapatay,

Dugo't kirot na tumatagas,
Dulot ay kabiguang di magwawakas,

Hapding tila'y naninilaw,
Haplos nito'y nakaka-baliw,

Sarili'y nawawalan ng imik,
Sa saklap na lang ng pag-iisa'y iiyak. 

Vindictive Vaginas

Groping through the misty garden of Hades,

Groaning vaginas paved the foggy streets,

Grotesque lacerated pussies melt on street lamps,

Groggy pubic hairs, pointed as needles,

Gross decaying clitoris, tentacles uglier than squids,

Group of mucus gel secreted, stinks like decomposing cadavers,

Growing greed for money, power and murders on streets,

Groceries of sins, all because of lust for smelly vaginas.



Against the garden, Medusa's frowning, hair of laced vaginas,

Admires the eternal inferno that burns the Jihadists,

Adores the sufferings of suicide bombers on flaming sulfuric grills,

And she murmurs. ' Poor, very poor stupid religious fanatics! ',

'Allured by a seductive promise of 77 virgin vaginas! ',

'All you can lick through murdering the innocent infidels and victims! ',

'And on your face, you're deceived, now you're in hell's prisons! ',

Anguished eternally by Ebola infected vaginas, bleeding deaths,

Angered by leprosy stricken pussies, slapping their faces,

All through the pains, vindication, love for vaginas created sinners.

Squeak

So the memory of the green still stuck on my brain, 
somewhere in my soul lives the lust for a grain of rain, 
sordid and ends up in a blast of vain.

and when the cock blows the trumpet of shrill, 
    wakes the misty dawn for another morning chill, 
    while the squeak of a chainsaw is a burst from hell.

But gray is the morning stealthed in torrential rain, bearer
of the scepter, cast in violent sinister and walks over, 
the logs that veil the placid lake of toxified water.

Then the veil of woven primeval denudation is torn, 
there from a slit, unleashed flood of fornification, 
with a perverted pestilence, sledge of devastation.

And there is nobody to mourn for nor to bury, 
    there is nothing left neither scars of tragedy, 
    there is no more chainsaw's squeak, epilogue to misery.

Revenge of the trees

To whom should the trees grow? 

totally wounded by fire like billow, 

tormented by slash and burn practices that grow, 

till everything ends up in a hollow.

From sunrise till midnight, 

fire still ripping the silence of the night, 

fallen burnt woods litter the hill's height, 

fragments of destruction, needles for the eye-sight.

Morbid greed for a vast land, 

mortuary for the trees that grow bland, 

morning torchers grouped in a band, 

mourning birds will soon be buried under the sand, .

When one day, the day of final retribution, 

where cities will be buried by mud of destruction, 

while they sleep and dying under the flood's incarceration, 

Who should be blamed? Constant deforestation.

Bubonic Terrorism

ISIS drives thousands of Syrians across border to Turkey

The militants' germs plagues and spreading 

The virus of religious terrorism,  raping

The sanctity of human lives, salivating

The the bacteria of jihad, Everybody is dying.

 

Damnation of God, divine commandments are broken, 

Dust and bones from dead men by strangulation, 

Direct murder by the militants losing sanity in oblivion, 

Death of morality and everywhere heard the devil's incantation.

Gruesome image of poverty

    In every corner of the world, poverty is always present. A nation without impoverished citizens is virtually unimaginable. In the Philippines, poverty is not a new problem. In fact, poverty is considered one of the oldest problems ever to arise in the Philippines. It may be true that poverty will always be there as long as there is corruption in the government, but what can we do to reduce poverty if we cannot extinguish it? On the way to school, or anywhere outdoors, it is inevitable to see homeless people with sheets covering their bodies, street children running around, and beggars asking for alms from passers-by along the sidewalks. These people we are all familiar with are labeled as the poor people of society. What does the word poor mean? According to RA 8425, or the Social Reform and Poverty Alleviation Act, the poor people are “individuals and families whose income is far below the poverty threshold as defined by the National Economic and Development Authority (NEDA) and/or cannot afford, in a sustained manner, to provide their minimum basic needs of food, healthcare, education, housing, and other essential amenities of life.” Unable to meet their basic needs most of the time, they search garbage cans for leftovers, look for new places to sleep in, and sometimes steal from those who have what they need. We feel sorry for them, but what is the use of sympathy to them? All we do is sympathize, yet we expect our nation to progress.

Political Dehydration

And the eyes bloated tadpole's tail, 
lungs infected by porcupined phlegm, 
stung with the sharpest pin of hell, 
poisoned with fanged ideological gale, 
and the bloody intestine in hunger fell.

The innocence of molten soul, 
melting with hardened ice cream of fire, 
raped by denuded intelligence with a mole, 
its neck tied in political strategy, 
hidden in vacuum colored wet promises, 
and the stomach suffers the fragrance
of corrupt diarrhea.

Till you feel nauseated, 
totally dehydrated, 
your vote-selling mind caused you pain, 
your pocket is totally drained, 
your face swells oyster's mucus, 
the future of yours constipates dysmenorrhea, 
and everybody is kneeling in malarial agony.

Religious Opium

Beheaded girls, mutilated breast of women, 
Butchered under the drugs of religion.

Blinking eyes bloated by the horror of decapitation, 
Bladed hallucinogenic propaganda spread ideological addiction.

Bleeding dead faces impaled by violent islamists' crucifixion, 
Blood drips with terror within the crevices of moral castration.

Blinded islamic militants enraged by mullah's agitation, 
Blot of dehumanization melts along with civility's deterioration.

Blocks of tears fell beneath the innocent souls' explosion, 
Blast of cancerous jihad swallows the beauty of civilization.

Jihadist's Exorcism

Blistering demonic religious fanaticism, 
Breeding satanic brutality across, the deathbed of humanism, 
Blurring sanity, horrifying than exorcism, 
Blinding ideological hallucination, viral fornication, 
Bleeding ferocity from jihadists' political intoxication.

Swords' teeth mutilated children's innocent bodies, 
Sorrowful blood drip from mothers' eyes and grieving voices, 
Sound of terror echoes through raped women's spinal bones, 
Soured Islamists' genocide kills even the desert roses, 
songs of violent murders in the name of God, madness.

Earth Cremated

Beneath the blistering sun's blaze, 
magnifies an unusual visible haze, 
every crest is a molten facial glaze, 
and appears a waving surface to gaze.

All around is a purpled monochromatic, 
sun's beam's velocity seems semi-sonic, 
temperature's rising like a disease that's chronic, 
the wind's hotter, dehydrating, hallucinogenic.

The oceans are warming, 
into dead seas they're converting, 
their waters are fast evaporating, salinating, 
and the dolphins in the depths are dying.

breath! The air is gas fumigated, breeze is fouled, 
hearth is the lake of tilapias, its water is diesel fueled, 
death for the fishes for every barge hauled, gas emitted, 
Earth: Polluted: Death: Cremated

Amplified Heat

The wind's flaming sword
cut through the brazen land, 
grasses along its wrath are flared, 
and seeds for the songbird
fell flat on the ground, 
temperature's tune seems amplified, 
360 degrees around: Baked clod.

And the stems turn into dried sticks, 
they're victims of pestilence on dead weeds, 
where the dream for the Garden of Eden
seeps through time that soon be forgotten.

No longer the bees gather nectar, 
but worms infest the withered flower, 
abandoned honey comb left hanging drier, 
and heat everywhere seems forever.

Where the sky above is made of smog, 
acid rain falls from perforated ozone like fog, 
poisoning everything, even a venomous bullfrog, 
yet those factories continuously vomit deadly gasses, 
causing the sky's death and death to the grasses, 
in the end: Death to human beings.