POETRY???anyone?

HAIL THY MAJESTIC POET…uhm, that’z me. And it’s hot. Hahaha!!! Read my masterpieces and see if you can relate to the crap. Tata!

Here goes the first half (I’m telling you,it’s quite a loader):

HOMECOMING

It was nearly dusk when the
ground I’ve been treading on almost
gave up and folded.
His footsteps could have taken
years to reach me, as if
some director played it in slow
motion to portray
the best romantic scene.
With a few twisted smiles, crossed
fingers and batted eyelashes;
a messy room stole the show.
Glued in the middle
of unwashed clothes and piles
of dirty socks, is one
amused couple swaying along
with the most infectious voice
that have been my stalker ever since.
”Lover come home…”
How fateful the words
sounded to me.

07/01/02 (i summarized our love story and how we started dating thru this poem…true to life yan na ngyari..kinikilig pa ako pag narerecall ko yun…it’s so dreamy e…homecominh by the way is the title of the Rico Blanco’s slow song na sinayawan namin…the song’s really sweet and memorable for me)

LOVELY PINK

Last summer, pink bloomed
lovelier while remote controls were
nearly smashed in a
hand-pit, slapping over late-night
shows. Departures
made blues and talks
became heaven-far.
Every scene was a finger-inch
to perfection.
Wedding songs and
marriage touch were but waiting?
Only then, I saw pink
jumped crimson.
Red burnt finer
and pink faded?

06/28/02 ( a love poem again for me and my significant other)

UNREQUITED LOVE

And my eyes are about
to boom like a bazooka
from his sarcastic
snap.
A fluid trace of pride
struggles against my mouth;
but like how my brain sank,
courage was diverted
to hot, flowing tears.

BITTER AKO. hehe

DOOMSDAY

There’s no way I could come to terms
with death;
I lay night after night
in a perplexed terror
trying to see in my mind’s eye
if death is perpetual hours of darkness
or an abyss of blaze
I have to leap over
for me to reach the golden
fields on the
far side. Or an orb, like
the inside of a colossal balloon
full of soaring choirs
and light-attenuated
through boundless
stained-glass window.

FIGURE IT OUT, BITCH!

I shared her my favorite French kiss
with edge-knife tongues
drooling for retort.
What an uptight assurance.
that I would cheerfully
die as soon
as she gets a bloated tummy.
But not until I
ponder over some of
my deadliest mischief on her
favorite escort/s.

Now condone me.

Oh, condone me.

THE GREAT SAGA

I get back to the world where the
electric light-switch rules.
Where the moon mightily snaps
its rays overhead.
Simply unnoticed.

And if faith is
nine-tenths of power,
I had certainly
proved myself formidable.
For I fear even not
my words.

But for the first time
I am meeting my own self
on its ground,
adult ground that is.

True:
Living in a sin is
a lot better that turning
your coat
inside
out.

12/09/01

SKIMMED THROUGH

A fake.
Nothing ignites my suffused
Wacky morale but a
Fraud.

My nail’s neatly polished
And my searing nose is killing me.
You’re killing me!

I have done everything a
Subdued being would possibly
Cast upon her nemesis
And now I’m throwing these
Frisky-yet-pleasant
Words on her face…

And you’re calling me rude!?

ONE GLANCE IS ENOUGH

A slight move and my head turns.
You might hear my stares
trying to define muteness.
And see my loud shouts.

You prefer to look at the stars.

Pointless. Defying.

Your back says it all:
I got nothing.

02/08/02

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