they come
they tease
they promise
they please
such a joy to the heart
that bleeds
a tempting meal to the one in need
’til I gave in to their promises
empty as it has been
like paper tigers
they offer no fear
I fall
I crawl
I drip
I weep
and the next cistern of promises
broken
empty
I keep.
I know how your skin feels like
the valleys and contours so treacherous
a bite won’t hurt, but can I ask for more?
For too much you would poison me
You hear the sound of my pleading
as your grip tightens on my soft skin
the moans of suffering that chokes
the life out of this helpless soul
I taste the sweetness of your cherry lips
only after my skin reddened from your beating
only when I feel no more
under the chains that only you commands
you’ll see me creeping, beg for more
not of your whipping but of mercy
as shadows leave the darkened hall
I lie dripping on the floor.
breathe in the last gasp of life
savour its inequities
break Narcisso’s mirrors
give in to your lustful eyes
cease the monotony
of masses in chorus cry
like wading ebb of people
dancing in their own demise
walk in fashion of a cat
silently they would pry
or like an Egyptian
and give in to their desire
roll over the scarlet carpet
of adultery and egotism
ride the tide of screaming crowds
that makes the evil proud
of serpent’s eye they watch
and slither in there own poison
they strike their own venom
and petrifies your opinion
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
only one thing to decide
in immunity you will survive
or breathe in the last gasp of life.
It’s a wonder what music can bring
To a once unbroken heart
Finding what was lost
A promise that will never part
Just listen to its rhythm
Vibrating a dynamic sound
Brings every parted soul
To their love that was once were found
Strum that guitar strings
Bring me closer to the heart of sound
The beauty of the violin
Is where your love abounds
Hear those angelic voices
A sweet emotion of the lyre
It creates a bond of mystery
Which I so long after desire
Come meet me at the park
No more words just hush
My music brought you close to me
And my name is August Rush.
I believe there is a soul
In every parched paper sold
Curved in every written words
Are memories of the old
Everyday is always summer
I’ve tasted its sweetest wine
Saffron, silken velvet
In your lushness I have dined
Your sun, it blinded me
As we are seated in the park
But you’re something I couldn’t touch
Or you’ll burn me with a single spark
This parched paper that was old
Reminds me of what was you
And in every curved words
Pierces my heart as I view
Five hundred days of summer
And all of blinded me
I wished I could have turned my back
And find Autumn waiting for me.
Your light shines in the dark of the night
Like tiny lighted windows in the midnight skies
Flickering, shimmering and never ceasing
You graced the darkness that hides the gloom
As my misty eyes caught you in sight
Shining, twinkling and never leaving
I gaze in awe as you flew to the moon
Forgetting the pain, I’ve learned so soon
Like a spray of moonbeam, overflowing
I’m glad the heavens made you alive
A shower of hope in a teary eye
Washing, clearing, always refreshing
So now I come night after night
To play with you under the moonshine
Again and again ‘til I lose track of time.
it started as
when fever alights and this dire passion
loses its heat, consumed to ashes
the seething pain burned by flames
is a remnant of the past washed by waters
waters of mire - the blurry visions
seeping in my veins so cold as steel
hardened by time, numbing the brain
even air’s caress I could not feel
yes, this air of hope is there no more
to quench the thirst of this hardened soul
no dew to the earth to loosen its crack
only I am but a prey in the eyes of an owl
this fissured earth no words can heal
no precious gems can it ever share
nor life to give among its valleys and hills
but through the love you willfully spare
it is a wonder what this love can do
to this burnt passion and gasping hope
‘tis like the waters that quench the earth
the thinnest thread that would not choke.
it stings like a serpent's poison
creeping through my every veins
tiny volts of lightning weakens
and I am trapped in a devil's snare
where art thou my cherry blossoms?
thy scent so sweet, my throbbing
rescue me and my life is spared
this frail human to you depends
but know I see you crushed, my cherry blossoms
by obelisk's eyes that gives no caution
and yet you diffuses to the air your aroma
a magic deep I could not fathom
your death gives life to this frozen body
shunning the arrows of the devils army
with your beauty crushed a tear I fall
wiped dry by secret bode's call
this winter chill will soon be over
it holds a promise I so long after
a tiny seed will sprout in spring
that puzzles the devil cause it's not his thing.
Carried by passion to watch and see
Hundreds of beauty but only to thee
Albeit their charisma I could never flee
Rare is your beauty, I could fall on my knees
Instead of digging deeper to the ground
Treasure so priceless in you I have found
Yajna I would offer just to feel her around.
Just as you are an inspiration
Overjoyed I am to read your passion
Yearning to see each beauty in a poem.
Believe it or not, you are such a wonder
Endearing heart you have that goes far yonder
Lightening the load of a broken heart
Leaving no scar that could tore him apart.
Unrequited
sadness lurks within
my heart cries when we’re apart
glad in his embrace.
Memory of You
a love lost and found
on pages of paper, parched
down memory lane.
First Kiss
pounding like the drum’s
my heart dances with each smile
brighter than the sun.
Promises
sweet as a honey
I dwell on its aroma
a life bittersweet.
Sa akon nga pagtadag sa sining kalibutan
akon nasaksihan tanan nga pagtangis
walay katapusan samtang naga biti
ang dalit sa panit nga puno sang gisi.
Sa diin bala makit-an ining kalipayan
sa sining kalibutan nga puno sang kabudlayan?
Walay padulungan sa kada pagsikway
kun sa akon pagtikang may balakid nga gabantay.
Ini ayhan ang sabat sa tanang pangamuyo?
O wala ko lang gid makit-an ang akon ginatuyo?
Ayhan may adlaw pa nga magabutlak sa silangan
subong nga akon nabal-an, indi na ko madugayan.
Abyan, ayhan sa diin ka sang ako nagahibi
sa kasakit nga nabatyagan samtang gakabuhi?
apang ako nagapasalamat sa imong pag-ulikid
sa akon mga nabayaan samtang ako magapauli.
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/
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
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
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.
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
