To Antique

I just finished packing my things for tomorrow’s trip. All of us – my Mom, sister and me – are going home to Antique early mourn to visit Papa’s memorial. He was buried there after he died late February this year since Antique was his birthplace, specifically in Tibiao. Me and my sister is kinda excited since we’ll gonna see the beach again and of course swim. We’ll have tannned to black skin when we come back to Bacolod. Also, I’m expecting to see my high school friends and classmates at the cemetery so this is gonna be fun!

Hoping to get some nice pictures at the beach and well at the cemetery hahaha… with my friends, classmates and relatives.

This means that I'm gonna be away for a while - just for three days - but I'm hopeful that there's gonna be an internet connection there for me not to miss some things on the web. :-)

Have a fun and quality All Saint’s/Souls to everyone. Always remember that: “the best memories are the ones treasured in our hearts for they last a lifetime!”

God bless!

My Lady C

I can never make a poem
as lovely as it can be
to such a beautiful woman
whose name is Lady C

I long to see the day
to glimpse her skin of porcelain
and feel the softness of
her brown hair on my skin

she is a fan of bags
which no man understands
if only he could grasps
in poetry she would dance

I could never miss to see
the beauty of her face
a day or two or three
everyday is such a blaze

but now I rest my case
these things that I have known
that beauty has a grace
to this lady I do not own.

for my blogger friend: Charity Joy Bell
photo credits: http://charityjoybell.com/

City of Blinding Lights

Beyond the horizon of endless sight
lies the City of blinding lights
where my dreams and fantasies alight
possible but not by my might

the City where my sorrow fades
to blurry illusions masked by haze
replaced by joy however daze
amassed from musings of each day

miasmatic as it seem to me
lost in wandering I cannot be
for within, the voice of you my Liege
echoes, guiding my every leap

and there I see my dearest Papa
whom I missed and much by Mama
dressed in robe as white as manna
joyfully walking with God’s armada

but when I blink to clearly see
the place was just my room indeed
and the blinding light was but the sun’s
telling me: you have to run.


photo credit: flicker.com

Vengeance

Beneath this porcelain skin
are veins throbbing
pulsing hard as blood rushes through.
Like flashes of lightning
tearing the midnight sky
into fragments, pieces of a whole.
Our emotions rage
our memories fade
superseded by pictures blotted by the rain
forgotten.

Stillness.
Stillness reigns after
after we have painstakingly captured
each precious moments
that seemed to be endless
but only for a while.
A momentary bliss, so ecstatic
our passion soars to the heights of boundless skies
limitless.
Or we thought so.

Our emotions rage
our memories fades
malevolence surges as we try to escape
each blows of fate we throw
to each other.

Garrisoned by the shadows of the past
shackled by enmity and lust
we devoured each other until
no one stands
no one lasts
but our gasps.


photo credit: DrIvan of Deviantart

Love Pain

Has love ever be this painful?
I could have written an epic
to which I am the hero
of this love adventure I seek.

Has love ever be this painful?
I could have worn a veil
to hide myself from people
my refuge from the pain.

Has love ever be this painful?
I could have written a song
where the rhythm is slow
and the melody is strong.

Has love ever be this painful?
I could have danced in the rain
soak myself to its chillness
so they won’t see my tears.

Yes, love had been this painful
cause I have written a poem
to which I am uncertain
if ever it will ever sound a gong.

Sober

tonight I am a sober man
dancing to the music and wine
wishing that I was numbed
amidst these festivities and fun

I let the spirit if Bacchus seep
with every gulp of beer I drink
sending a moment of momentary bliss
to everyone I smile and wink

tonight I lose this game of love
to Aphrodite’s snare and trap
that even Cupid could not stop
me from falling to her jagged lap

and so I plead on Apollo’s lair
to lend me his chariot and take me away
to a place where Persephone arises
from the dark cold place of Hades

tonight I am a sober man
dancing to the music and wine
letting myself flow to festive fun
to where all of this began.

Masskara Fever

high spirited
we ran to the streets
not wanting to miss
a parade so festive

dancing to the tune
of rhythmic drumbeats
adorned with masks
of glitter and glitz

colorful leotards
hugs a dancer
gracefully swaying
to the sound of thumping

‘Tis the time of the year
of smiles and laughter
of Bacolod’s beauty
and Masskara’s gaiety

come and join us
as we share our smiles
to the world where pain
and sorrow resides

dance to the music
of playing bands
like dancing on your feet
in a sea of sands

let yourself free
and shout it out loud
loose yourself
and join the crowd.

Crossroads

tears that fell upon this cheek
are emblems of amity for a loss
it doesn't mean that I am weak
but was so sad for what it caused

I was busy to even sleep
but you were never out of my league
I guess time permits this so
that our fondness will ever grow

but things are different the way you speak
for what I see are emotions deep
kept so long that it did leaked
between the lines of the spoken id

I guess that I have traveled far
and you finally choose to be apart
away from my judgment's scar
and love is nothing but a mar

now that crossroads is up ahead
and we each chose our way to head
I hope one day we'll meet in the end
and our broken hearts are mend

before this ends I want you to know
that my love for you still flows
I just want to see the best of you
'coz I know you can be if you choose to.


to my dear friend:
Thank you for the wonderful friendship. Now that we finally chose to part ways, I wish you all the best in every endeavors. Sorry for the things caused by me that marred our friendship... I will be on my own now... this will be long for sure... and I'll be missing you...

With You

With you I dream of sun and stars
of meadows and colorful butterflies
with you my sun has set to rise
and moon at night when dusk arise

with you I felt my spirit free
buoyant and blithe wherever you may be
for I know my love, your love for me
curved in yours and mine, forever thee

my heart yearns for you everyday
longing for your warm embrace
the night has promises of your grace
with you, a smile is curved upon my face

with you I felt cared and loved
a promise sent from God above
that I can boast and be proud of
to tell the world this precious bode

with you a sober man like me
releases the poet inside of me
giving music to the words I write
and rhythm to the poems I cite

with you, I'm close to eternity
floating in the ether of immortality
my only wish of us my love
is to hold on to our promise of love
till life takes us to another start.

A Twinkle, A Sparkle, A Dazzle, A Glaze

A speck of light in the midnight sky
sparkling, twinkling up on high
guiding a stranger passing by
to a place seemed nowhere in sight

a tiny speck of light it is
but sailors trust their way on this
a sparkle in the midst of confusion
reflecting hope in a sea of oblivion

tiny though this light maybe
a Master’s hand created thee
carefully scattered up in the sky
lighting up the dark blue night

a twinkle, a sparkle, a dazzle, a glaze
of different colors and hues I gaze
inspires a poet to write, no haste
to capture its beauty and to amaze.

this is in response to Poetry Challenge No. 10 of The Gauntlet at Poetrydances.ning.com

photo credit: apod.nasa.gov

Seasons of Love (Haiku)

come sing to me love
my heart waits for your return
‘neath the autumn sun

lay me to your lap
your fingers caressing me
wrap me from winter

kiss me to my wake
until my dreams come to life
like a summer’s spree

fill me with your love
promise of eternity
blossom like a spring.

Northern Skies

clouds of gray fill up the sky
a winter's chill blow by and by
a distant song, a lullaby
fills the air of northern skies

a rhythmic clashing on the roof
a thunder's gong like a thousand hoofs
a distant cry of a timber wolf
reverberated on the mountain's turf

the humming of a lady in white
a sweet siren in the moonlit night
floating in the ether, with light
blinding my vision and my sight

the sweet aroma of ambrosia
a gentle touch of grand Bologna
the lushness of choice magnolia
even the gods would leave Olympia

mountain peaks like diamond tops
sparkle like a crystal sap
beautiful as the rainbow cup
reflected on the rain drops

welcome to the northern skies
where all you see is but a smile
and luster and beauty also thrives
where one dreams and fantasies.

The Glory Departed

the hustling of leaves brings music to my ears
of dying note and hurdle of fears
as age pass by with every added years
I just looked up to the sky, my eyes in tears

while the sea billows I held fast to the oar
I held it steadfastly ‘til my eyes sore
inside me a feeling of loneliness so cold
that grows even colder with my sodden clothes

as the sun is setting, I fear the coming night
when the wind is chilly and the full moon alight
alive with no feelings to even reach out what’s in sight
afraid to lose from this darkness inside

oh, fill this cup that is half empty
I thirst for more of your eminence and glory
I dare not trust my wisdom and enmity
when the insignia of glory has departed from me

the hustling of leaves brings music to my ears
it carried me through my younger years
and my tears came running down my face
for glory had left me and my race.

*a personal tribute

photo credit: cmalcolmpowers.com