Unfinished coffee,
void of warmth,
aching for last touch.
Oh, the daddy.
Spilled sauces blots
on canvas, wait,
it’s kitchen table top.
Oh, the mommy.
Crumbs of cookies
paved roads for
the hard working ants.
Oh, the eldest.
Traps made of Lego
too tiny, too tough,
barefoot left scathed.
Oh the youngest.
Bedroom scented
with the musk of
used pair of socks.
Oh, the middle child.
This map of mess
proves a house is still
a living,
breathing
home.
An ache inside the caged loud heart
an itch within each vein of hands
to ink the thumps, restless, so loud
da dum, da dum, da dum, breath found.
Perhaps, like leaves of red autumn
under the full October moon
the muse woke up, and then, looked up,
opened its mouth, and then, fade out,
to kiss the earth, its deepest core,
to die with words, is not dying
at all.
—
Elevated eyes can see the throngs of the wheeled machines this morning. Like row of soldiers, though not marching nor moving under the 9 a.m. sun burning.
Feet need not to tiptoe to see the jeepneys, cars, and buses, wearing the colors of the vibrant Philippines, yet tainted with the grey blanket of Manila’s dust and dirt. Honking to complain of the many minutes wasted, as if noise can widen the paved yet narrow road.
After a few steps from the rusted footbridge to the equally rugged jeep destined to be my carrier today, I embarked on my own journey to start the day’s routine. Perhaps, vehicles are armies with different passengers and captains.
Tired rubber wheels screech
against sunbathed, asphalt road,
destination reached.
—
Cold against the bare skin
of warm, deep-lined palm,
colder like a December midnight
against the tastebuds of tongue.
Brick-hard on top of a hand—
so fragile and so soft.
Sweet, chewy ‘side the calcium cave
with teeth-made loft.
Perhaps, humans are winter gums—
sugar-coated, guarded, armored
at first glance,
melting, undressing, when inside
a found home with sincere,
summer warmth.
—
Mechanical wings
wheeze up, up, up.
Rubber wheels
tiptoe, touch
clouds, up, up,
away from the safe
harbor of the
steady ground towards
the limbo of
oblivion, sometimes
with carpet of laughing
stars.
In between
galaxies and mortal
land, I’m here to meet
you.
—
While the roof sings to the tune of the monsoon keys, the leaves outside dance with the storm’s cold breeze, with a warm, fresh cup of coffee, my eyes stare blankly at the road void of wheels and feet— empty— wishing I can say the same with my mind.
The antonym of empty is full yet my thoughts are spilling and brimming a gusty storm of fear, uncertainty.
Today, a rejection letter opened the can of insecurity I thought I have kept locked tightly.
Perhaps, I’ll let the fog sits comfortably on the glass window, and inside my troubled mind.
The box made of
thin tree-meat walls,
closed by a
curtain door,
sealed with
hole-filled, rusted
roof, again
sinks under the
merciless river
overflow, yet
the eight hearts
it has been carrying
will remain afloat—
with warm love,
with fearless faith,
with ceaseless hope.
—
Binded but never blinded collection
Of letter conniving to form words
Of timeless wisdom freeing up minds
Kept inside the dark room of ignorance.
—
Feet floating on
notes of a love song
we call ours,
with blooms of
baby’s breath tuck
in between my
dark hair strands,
each step I make
will lead me towards
the end of my life;
the start of ours.
Take my hand,
it’s now all yours, my love.
—
While I was walking home,
someone called my name.
A genderless body
wearing a sunny smile,
a mist-kissed scent,
and a sunset orange glow.
“Hello, my name is love.
I know I might be hard.
But would you come
with me, tonight?”
Before my surprised tongue
could let a word roll out,
another face came,
wearing the blanket of
a pitch black night,
and the smoke of
a melting rubber
on its upward flight.
“Hey, I am hate.
No, don’t hesitate.
I am an easier
company, mate.”
My unsure feet
step back, one…
and then two…
Inhale and exhale,
my choice is due.
I’d rather be fried
under a sun angry
with love,
than sip
whiskey under
a calm moon
without love.
—
08.03.2018
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