not hesitate

to fire

your

gun-

kill

me.

remember though

that

my blood

will

speak

beyond

the grave

to

condemn

your

rotten soul.

I

You

the World

in between

the passion spanning

your eyes gleaming

incandescent

illuminating the crevices

of the loneliest

heart.

Look at us

two

of

a

kind

with all

the chaos

in our

lives

submerging

our

emptiness

,

our

hollow

gist

converging

out

of the darkness

into

the autumn

light.

i like you

no

i loved you

ever since

i laid my eyes on

you

wishing

hoping

praying

for a moment with

you

in eternity

to hug

to kiss

to hold

and

the rest

in lost missives

of human

passion.

She

flits through

the subconscious

like a fairy

in stories of

old

and

I

prince of mortals

awaited

the piercing gaze

the balm to come

the happiness

to surge-

in vain,

again.

the purple breeze
stirred the dormant
atmosphere
suffused
with
colored dots
-orange,
blue,
fiery neon green
dancing photopsias
hanging into perennial
delusions
whispers
thoughts broadcasted
imagination overwhelmed
losing the need
for sleep,
for rest.

walking along Avenida,

one fancy morning

drowned by the cacophony

 of dvd, dvd,

cd aki, 35 35,

tulo lad

the late train,

pavement bustling

with people lost in a world

 from 5 am to 10 pm,

taho, taho; masarap ang taho,

so they say.

Lord’s, joe kuan, metro emporium

sa tabi pokpok, BPI,

Jollibee

to sate a need hotel paradis,

 170

a cripple crawls on the sidewalk

 oblivious to the crowd,

eating his meager share

for a week darkness,

and the light palpable

through slits of old buildings

 God sees and takes.

It is 10:04 am,

should I wait and play chess

or close my eyes and

cross the street to D. Jose.

questions to drown

the “mea culpas”

questions asked on a hard cement bed

and a burning stomach.

forever, forever

 forever you’ll see

whenever, whatever

hay, the pinoy theme song plays

on some pirated player.

“pinoy ako, gutom ipakita sa mundo

luwang mata, tuyong dila

 tayo na sa liwanag”

the crow cries over baek du san-

freedom, freedom.

let it shine down on

the murky waters of nothingness;

;

; pierce the pained hearts

 with a new kind of fear,

sate the burning belly with lies

 and divisive missives.

carry your hatred light,

packed, to feed

the mind of unborn children,

 stillborn,

lost in poignancy of this world’s pathos.

 tonight, tonight,

tonight when the moon sleeps,

i will snatch your subconscious

 and eat your soul.

tonight, tonight,

when the crow cries,

with the ocean flowing from my eyes,

i will be there,

i will be there.

i will catch you,

 i will catch you,

 i will catch you,

 tonight.

what are you to me, my fair lady?

beyond my fantasies,

you are the epitome of wild flowers

growing on the lost side of creation-

 so beautiful, so enigmatic and so fragile.

open your heart and let me in-

to love you, to hold you

 until eternity becomes

 a distant memory

flickering til it fades

into oblivion.