Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Painful sun
Under the sun, like a mountain, stood tall, in the midst of, the raging sun, the honest sun, the life bringer, I stood tall, salute, I go quietly mute, silent there I stood, recollecting the conversation last night, I sigh, enlightment im waiting, my moment of tranquility, tears of humility flow, the dams break like slaves did the chains, shackles from my heart broke like the delicate yoke, backbend, emotional descend, my soul cried recollecting the conversation last night, pouring of tears from every exhalation, inhalation the reality that love has never been, close to me since I left the philippines, another backbend, the sun quietly showed me its heart, like starring at the toaster oven, nourishing heat, i feel my life shaken, broken, now im making it up again,
Monday, June 13, 2011
Checkmate
We can play the guessing game, or we can play it straight, or we can make love in the living room, soft bloom of the rose moon, but checkmate, naked we play, our pawns flirting in the game, these silly teases, sweet like reese piece, fun as they are only foreplay, get deeper in the game, get lost in my gaze, time and space, while starring at your naked flesh, resting on freshly laundered linen, close the curtains, candle light as our light, I see your knight, and you see my rook, keep your eyes open, don't blame me if I leave 3 in the morning, without a note, just a sweet bitter after taste, but I am but a pawn, love and lust can't be drawn on the same canvas, my name etched on the mattress, a space on the sheets where my body used to be, all lost in a memory, I am not your king, nor you are my queen, and sorry I don't worship the bishop, I guess I win the game, checkmate
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Sunday, June 12, 2011
Sleep is hard
If u could only see my dreams, the images that tie in together like a seam, sometimes the images stretch like a limousine, sometimes bounce like a trampoline, i find it hard to uncover, cant even describe it, i talk and stutter, but nothing really matters, im still awake while the world sleeps, i try to count sheep but they all fall and shatter, the moons laughs while i toss and turn, when will i learn to never tame my mind but rather train my mind, but for now i stare into the wall aimlessly, comparing myself to the painting that never sleeps