Dear Rakma, greetings of peace
The reason i send you this
Is because i want to know
What transpired from long ago
What has become my friends lives?
Did they marry many wives?
Or my beautiful girl-friends
On early motherhood tends
The town, does not look like one
Streets that i once filled with fun
Home that has a lizards den
I was just a toddler then
How about my favored trees
Where i gather the fresh breeze
The clubhouse that made safety
when the rabid dogs chased me
Hope that they remained standing
As a trace of my molding
In this cauldron known as life
I'm casted to endure life
Once with my young spirit gay
Remember that shameful day
I expected rain, I'm nude
I ran in the neighborhood
Ive garnered punishment there
And since then, i did not dare
I'm six, what can you expect?
Play all day is my subject
We did became acquainted
At school where we were tended
By teachers who sell candies
That bored present cavities
Voices rung the gloomy school
Ponds we made our swimming pool
With my ant-baited hair strands
Fish ant-lions in the sands
I was allergic to frown
Then i wondered in the town
On holidays and weekdays
Time when there were still less gays
The bridge reminds me of rain
Butt-naked children lose their sane
They dove the river by tens
Oh i wish i had the chance
To mingle with delinquents
Was tabooed by my parents
Commit my first mortal sin
When i was curios of skin
I remembered, when i stole
To my fathers pocket hole
Every morning while he slept
To the billiard house i crept
The billiard house had a store
With my pennies, i bought four
Bubble gums my molars chew
Sun lighted the morning dew
When weeks fell on Friday night
I trod the darkness despite
Uncertainties, i cant see
To watch power rangers free
When Saturdays came, i pay
Ten pesos to have my way
On a small room with bodies
Focused, absorbed by movies
Remembered the hut behind
Our house, with girls who are kind
I enjoyed their cute ceiling
I sat in there while talking
I had come across a house
Owned by a man with no spouse
Senility hunched his back
Father respects lolo Jack
I loved our old fashioned home
Shared with faeries and a gnome
And the lizards underground
Our left-overs there they hound
Every time i turn my head
Sometimes when I'm in my bed
Listening to radio
Apparitions come and go
My plastic table and chair
Where i color hares and bears
From my bought coloring book
The shadows behind me look
Are they visitors who peak?
My prayers and peace they seek?
Are they witches on that hut
Waiting, to have my hair cut
Every time my mother wakes
In those past mornings to make
Sustenance for the day long
And at school it made me strong
It made me jump and tumble
On schools grass field with humble
Grasshoppers, skipping steadfast
They feared I'll make them my breakfast
Remembered my stolen toy
God forgive that deprived boy
I treasured my childhood tears
Now succumb on present fears
When I'm ill, my parents sent
Me to brace efficacent
Of a century-old hand
She is known throughout the land
Perpetual flowers still blooms
On my craniums thousand rooms
Lantern plants, hibiscuses
Plants with unknown genuses
My father and my mother
Our maid and baby sister
In a house i cant forget
Where parts of my roots i set
Those archaic photographs
That ambered my sobs and laughs
Ceaselessly i recollect
Times, that i can't reject
Memories my head retained
Lingering and most remained
We just cant escape the past
Like shadows who always cast
So i think, this is the end
Of my lengthy letter friend
Tully yours, farewell it goes
The complimentary close
Saturday, September 20, 2008
A Letter to Rakma
written by CANDLELIZARDEGG at 4:25 PM 10 Angelic comments
Labels: emotion, experience, imagery, poem, reflections
Friday, September 5, 2008
The Walk, the Night, and the Broken Hymen
As i pace another night
I seek the stars and the moonlight
There was none and all was black
And there was no turning back
Once again i am detached
And i feel like being watched
As i pass each light post faint
Whose light can honor a saint
Halfway to my rendezvous
There was nothing else to do
But keep walking by a church
Hope that no ghost will emerge
Past the church, another one
there were dogs, i did not run
though their canine teeth are shown
Still they grant me safe sojourn
Walking with moon's company
And the brilliant starry sea
Was the night, that ruled them all
For i saw innocence fall
Houses, once lighted by wicks
Built in nineteen forty-six
My lone procession they take
But a house still is awake
From the window, there i saw
they're uncovered, it was raw
What do people do when cold
Ti's the tale the window told
What has come, my decent walk?
That incite unconscious talk
All the days that God create
Why'd he put me in this fate?
Watch her face, i cannot bare
She's the girl with flowing hair
Who often sit beside me
On the lounge of library
With a kind, Cherubic face
I can't believe she'll embrace
A deed so base, Why'd she sell
Her fragile body to hell
Honest window showed me clear
How her eyes produced a tear
That twinkled for my eyes
To behold what truly lies
Pale, the color of her skin
Laid on that altar of sin
Quenching all a stranger's thirst
She think not her honor first
Soul of her sorrowful song
To my ear it whispered long
Her lover, a love he keeps
On a distant room he sleeps
The Volcanic libido
Disturbed the tress' sleeping crow
Does she really need his pay
For her studies in the day?
Her exhausted body frail
Mercied by a baby's wail
On that wooden, creaking bed
On a room that's painted red
I see the ceiling perspire
From the steam of this satire
Ascending from where it's borne
On her body's' tender torn
Stillness of my piercing glance
Still on her enduring dance
On a mattress colored beige
Shocks and tremors; she engage
Cold midnight breeze, freeze my ear
Body shivers not in fear
Invokes my pity and hate
Seen on that window's narrate
Must continue, i decide
Leave the window for the stride
So long our sins for tonight
She failed to switch off the light
written by CANDLELIZARDEGG at 7:57 PM 98 Angelic comments
Labels: contemporary, emotion, experience, imagery, misery, poem, reality, reflections, sympathy