ORATION

Ladies and gentlemen! Children of this earth
Listen carefully to the utterances that I will make
That you may hear the inevitable truth,
Today, I, a member of this miserable and piteous society
Announces my denunciation! My isolation! My contempt!
To this evil society that money has put together.
To this evil society who has exploited its own home.
To this evil society who became dead.

Consider me an alien from now on, an outcast!
I will leave my things, I will leave my work, and I will leave isolate myself.
I will bathe under the light of Henry David Thoreau, whom you, children of this earth, have stoned to death long ago.

Like him ladies and gentlemen, I mourn.
Not because of forests slowly flattened, not because of rivers blackened, not because of the thousand crying souls suffering from exploitations of the powerful men in suits.
I mourn to the simple statement “we’re not being human anymore”
“Not being human anymore”
“Not human anymore”
Money causes us to decay, our decrepitude made its way to our pastures. Our own hands block her breathing, GAIA, our mother.

You cannot blame me for this decision ladies and gentlemen, children of this earth; I’m trying to be fundamental, while you, you, you Indulge yourselves with material things that make you dull, make you obese, make you in the trend. Corruption slowly drills into your head like a highly alcoholic drink you spend too much on cosmetics and senseless cell phone load. Money has corrupted us like how the snake corrupted Eve in garden paradise. The reason of poor and reckless mental capabilities of our youth who doesn’t know that burgers they buy on fast-food chains burn down forests to their roots. Massive rain forests for cattle graze land and soybean production for alternative fuels are just one of the main moves of profit-oriented corporations. There is no win-win solution in here ladies and gentlemen only death and murder.

The greedy corporate capitalists not just smile; they rejoice at our discontentment, they rejoice out of our innate discontentment! We buy, then we buy and we buy some more! We upgrade our lives! The latest cell phones, the fastest computers, the hippest bikes, the biggest refrigerator, the most effective slimming tablet, the most potent love inducing drug, the most, the latest, the best, the hippest. What more can you ask more freak!!!
Hear their thundering jubilation from your mindless consumption.

Profit orientation has an incestuous relationship with exploitation.
Someone buys premium consumer items in SM mall, packaged in fancy plastic design with tiny Winnie flower promos in It. then later hurl it into an innocent river!
Someone buys a new cell phone battery from china, disposes the old one, and burns it and poof! Toxic smoke!

This disgrace has been passed on to the youth and their fertile minds, we live not to be humans, we live like machines dictated by a program behind the computer monitor. Like big brother in PBB. The desire for good living is just a mere fantasy for now, in this generation. The culture of death is upon us. It is like a jolt of dominoes crashing together forever. Nature! Natural! Our home! Our habitat is in garbage. We have nothing, no one to blame in this misery, except our insolent selves, unless we become humans again.

Ulalume

The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere -
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir -
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Here once, through and alley Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul -
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll -
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the ultimate climes of the pole -
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere -
Our memories were treacherous and sere, -
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!) -
We noted not the dim lake of Auber
(Though once we had journeyed down here) -
Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to morn -
As the star-dials hinted of morn -
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn -
Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said: "She is warmer than Dian;
She rolls through an ether of sighs -
She revels in a region of sighs:
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion
To point us the path to the skies -
To the Lethean peace of the skies -
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes -
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes."

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said: "Sadly this star I mistrust -
Her pallor I strangely mistrust:
Ah, hasten! -ah, let us not linger!
Ah, fly! -let us fly! -for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust -
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust -
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied: "This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its Sybilic splendour is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty tonight! -
See! -it flickers up the sky through the night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright -
We safely may trust to a gleaming,
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom -
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tomb -
By the door of a legended tomb;
And I said: "What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?"
She replied: "Ulalume -Ulalume -
'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere -
As the leaves that were withering and sere;
And I cried: "It was surely October
On this very night of last year
That I journeyed -I journeyed down here! -
That I brought a dread burden down here -
On this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon hath tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber -
This misty mid region of Weir -
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Clostridium Tetani

Hubo akong tumatako sa palengke
Ang tsinelas ko’y sariling balat na nagbigay
Pag-asa sa libo-libong itlog ng mga uod na nakakalat
Sa sahig ng pabilihan ng isdang tabang.
Ginawa kong tarak-tarak ang nga hasang na
Pinatangal ng mga bumibili ng Tilapia, madugo, malamig.
May hinlalaki sa tyan nito.
Ilang sandali pa ay inutusan akong magbenta ng kamatis at kalamansi
Ayaw ko sana, hinampas naman ako ng matipunong kamay
Huwag ka mag-alala, hindi naman ako nasaktan,
sanay na
Palibot-libot, pa ikot-ikot sa mga tindahan, sa palengke
Isinuot ang short na basahan at apron ng nagluluto ng double dead na tinola
Kamatis kayo! Kalamansi! Kwarenta ang kilo! Cellophane!
Walang bumili, at takot akong magpakita sa kanya at kanyang matipunong kamay
Ilang beses na rin akong hindi naka pag agahan eh, ay! tanghali na pala
Kaya, tuloy parin sa mga maputik na daanan, may mga bubog, at tae ng aso
Tuloy sa madungis na mundo at mga baklang nagbebenta ng malalaswang pinirata
Bawal daw ang bata.
Tumuloy ako sa gulayan
Bulok na ang mga gulay, tinurukan lang kasi ng
Formaline ba yun? Ewan. Kamatis!. Kalamansi!
Mura lang ang Patola at monay dito, kahit saan pwede
Murang mura lang! at may nag mura na naman sa akin
Sa wakas, may benta na! at agad akong bumalik, sabik na sabik
Dahil medyo lubog na ang araw sa kanluran
Hindi na gaanong mainit at pwede na akong makipaghabulan
Sa mga kaibigan kong muslim.
Kumaripas at nakipaghabulan ako sa mga asong nanlilisik ang mata at naglalaway
Sabik na akong kumain ng mga isdang hindi nabenta
Budburan ng suka at asin, solb na!
Itatapon na man din lang. madugo at malamig.
Ngunit! “P****g *n*!” – Ang sabi ko. Bakit? Wala ng tao?
Iniwan na naman ako ni Amain, nagsara na ang tindahan.
Ang aga naman nyang nag sara? Baka nakalimutan niya lang ako
Tulad ng dati. Matutulog naman ako kasama ng mga Daga, surot at ipis
Sa maginaw na sulok sa pabilihan ng Karne.
May mga puting anak ng langaw ng nginunguya ang kalyo ng aking paa
– anim na oras-
Nagising akong pinagpyestahan ng mga nabanggit na kasama
Namula ang paanan at kilikili ko
Masarap ang init ng araw, nakasakay sa isang truck
Mga naka unipormeng hindi naman pulis ang mga nakita ko, kasama ko, kasama namin
San ako patungo?
“Sa DSWD!” Ika ng isang batang madungis tulad ko.

The Eyes of Aidalor

Her eyes was the lake untouched
In some unknown wilderness
Clear and pacific and deep
He may lose his soul in it

Her eyes reflected Suns light
Blinding and glaring to his
And everyone succumb too
For clearest lake was her eyes

Her eyes that gained scrutiny
To the ones whose tastes are high
Judged more than its translucence
For there's another facet

Deep as its silence forewarn
Be careful not to gaze long
So you would not share his fate
Of drowning in its abyss

Lake of liquid diamond
That corrupted likes of him
Wanted an ounce for a sip
For knowledge of her allure

Revealing moons gleam at night
It became one of the stars
Nearest, loveliest to him
Who desired to own the lake

The lake; Its impermanence
Is for us to look into
No one can have dominion
To the eyes that was the lake

Keloid

A friend told me the past night
Of things he absorbed form class
We're seated on rusty roof
Under the Celestials that pass

I think its awkward to say
"the night was a sea of stars"
For he rendered a sermon
And i think that he's from Mars

At first, i tend to listen
But the stars stole my attention
He was talking to himself
Of things he never mentioned

My rudeness was just like that
For it is he i despised
His being and how'd he spoke
Triggered my hatred to rise

You want to know the reason?
Even though my angst's so grim
Mortal as infected sore
I still chose to talk to him

I listened though i was mute
Emotions to him came out
Swift as the bats fly by
The words rushed out from his mouth

I was never right nor wrong
He spoke of my offenses
That festered in his heart as
I spoke of my defenses

I thought i was in the light
My despisement has its source
On his open insolence
And his deeds and words so coarse

So in there we stayed for long
My despisement i said not
Peace it is that i wanted
But this hate will never rot

Noiseless was our wenting down
Reconciled, i guess were done
Though the war is won by none
Still the past cant be undone

I smile, I have a secret

I smile, i have a secret
No one knew it, maybe you
Hidden deep and locked secure
Only i can give the clue

I smile, i have a secret
Do you really have to know?
Its been with you all the time
They, even me dare not go

I smile, i have a secret
A dark matter in a core
Burning, swelling over time
A corrupted soul it bore

Now it lay dormant no more
The darkest of energies
Found their way into the core
Concealed in flesh and of glee

Turbulent in its restrain
Like steam trapped inside a pot
Or acid on virgin coke
Its a cancer that is not

How it longed for its release
From its closed obsidian shell
Forged by disguised emotions
Of the bearer of the shell

Its growth i cannot impede
Its depth and darkness innate
Light itself diminishes
Before its vehement state

It remained, but breathes no air
For i will never forget
Its rumblings, i thought was pain
I smile, i have a secret

Still it haunts my potent soul
all of me it wants to get
Violent if its released
I smile, i have a secret

Take heed of what you don't see
Behind a thorny thicket
Are unknown uncertainties
I smile, i have a secret

The Road To Florence

Worry not lost wanderer
Keep your pace on the dark road
It strayed many travelers
Long ago before you showed

Long ago through tongue twas passed
By folks, who now rest below
Now its realized at last
Your entering soul don't know

Muddy rivers comes to trail
The residents of the woods
Slugs and caterpillars hail
Through the fog you sounding boots

Light rarely reaches the floor
Deprived Venus flytrap cries
For sunlight for food and more
The edible mushroom dies

The damp mosses welcome him
A carpet of evergreen
The fog of dusk and the dim
Invoke creatures who are mean

His jacket made of weak hide
Shields him from the biting cold
As forked trails before divide
Deep within the forest old

River ran beside the trail
As he ventured deeper in
The groves echoed by nymphs wail
Enticing the strayed within

River undisturbed cascade
Cloudless waters that carry
A lone, sleeping, drifting maid
Whose pale hands held a daisy

In the fainting shafts of light
Frailty defined the astray
The trail, his blurring sight
And the maiden sailed away

Sailed away in the shadows
Of an unending river
While the trail slowly narrows
Hopes for the lost traveler

In his mud-smeared pantaloons
Striving, limping on his weight
The prelude of nightfall tunes
Reminds the last time he ate

He felt his weight heavier
Than he is a while ago
There's something in the river
That's forbidding him to go

Then came across his vision
Though it's blurry he defined
Majestic apparitions
Aged trees whose thickly vined

This forest has conceived them
To save its virginity
And with them are the children
On their hollows security

Twinkling lights before him now
Enchant him as they flutter
Playing on those misty boughs
His consciousness they shatter

All those lights lured him within
And he tread them trail no more
Quest for home is growing thin
Venturing the unknown lore

Carrying his unsound mind
Through the barbed vines on the ground
It savored his flesh behind
Though he's coiled and nearly bound

In the clearing all was torn
It was his numb skin that cried
For warmth of light like in morn
That the hidden sun denied

His piteous blood the earth gain
On his worn out knees he fell
Now that he is lesser sane
Resign to unconscious spell

On his own puddle of blood
He faded and strive to crawl
With each slip, he kissed the mud
When he falls he tasted all

An endless torment tonight
His soul and insanity
Enticed him into the lights
A hovering fantasy

Spectators are in the boughs
Following his bloody trace
Smell of predators arouse
As he reached a hollowed base

A hollow on the grand roots
Cavern of intertwining
Ancient wood that bore the fruits
And now a stranger dying

On the warmth of its bosom
Summoning his breath
Unaided in the dark some
Attended by lurking death

His flowing blood has gone cold
Cold until it flowed no more
His eyes lost its gleam and told
Death to take him to that door

As soon as darkness consume
The lair that became a tomb
It celebrated with gloom
The forests' possessive womb

A Letter to Rakma

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

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

Minsan Sa Silid Aklatan

Sa aking pag-iisa
Kasama ang mga aklat
Nakatiwang-wang sa lamesa't
Inaamag ang pabalat

Ang pahinang maalikabok
Na naninilaw sa kalumaan
Dinidinig nito ang tibok
Ng puso ko'ng may kahinaan

Sa bintana ko'y tanaw
Ang kaway ng mga dahon
Na sa puno'y ginagalaw
Ng mga engkanto sa hapon

Lagi sa dakong tahimik
Sa mata ko'y nagpatalim
Tumakbo man ang mga titik
At magtago sa dilim

Ngayon sa paglamong marahan
Ng gabi at pagtahan ng ihip
Sa hapong may kapighatian
Ang mundo ko'y sinisilip

Damdami'y walang lungkot
Sa pag-iisang sinadya
Maging hangin may sangkot
Sa pagbuo ng tula

[English]

Once In The Library

In my loneliness
Accompanied by books
Laid on the table
Molds on its cover

The dusty page
Yellowing of age
Hears the heartbeat
of my weak heart

Behind the windows, i see
The waving of the leaves
Of the trees being moved
By Elves of the afternoon

Always on a silent nook
My eyes are sharpened
If the letters should run
And hide in the shadows

Now, the slow swallowing
Of night and the breezes pause
On a lonely afternoon
The world i peak

My gloom less mood
A deliberate loneliness
Even the winds have part
On wielding poem

A Day on the Hourglass

The deciduous leaves fly
Ordered by a lightning cry
And this, I was not aware
Of the seasons passing by

Falling leaves the trees forsake
The decaying premise take
It is done, I can't turn back
They're for the Janitors rake

I am living in my rhyme
In this swiftly, shifting time
For the many walks to walk
On a vast uncertain clime

Nineteen years before the now
Asked myself this question how
Can i keep this youth esteemed
If in times' presence i bow

The Dethronement

Tell me mother, what's the taste?
Tender chunks of shattered waists
Carnage swimming on your mouth
Macabres concluding route

Mother tell me? what's their fault?
that you've drown them in your salt
With their blood and fluids fuse
Dead ones, never did you choose

Is it like a candy drawn?
When you chew them and their gone
By your tempestuous tongues
Fishes found a home on lungs

You pity not the drowning
And savor all the dying
Those pale faces whom you've bound
On heels, so they can't be found

Mother did you treat her well?
On your limbs, a swelling hell
The princess poor has lost her crown
For you hanged her upside down

Mother, mother may i ask?
Is it just to make them cask?
Made of metal, twisted cry
Your dominion they defy

Its a lesson you inflict
Those who mock and maledict
Your cordial sublimity
They keep breaking your decree

Mother, still they do not hear
All their faults, your children dear
How much will they have to pay?
Murders of so grim a day

A Writer's Sea

There is red and there is dead
There are some that sailors dread
Though my own, a peaceful tide
Restless thoughts are churned inside

See the water's never blue
Terns and Gulls are absent too
Not all, loves a placid murk
Summons all i need for work

On this vast colossal sea
Worlds i pass and ramble free
Worlds distorted, so grotesque
Need to write this style burlesque

Always when my body's soak
Fervent waters that provoke
Rageful ghosts that's sometimes bane
On this baleful brood of Cain

Sentiments from liquid pure
On an illness, found a cure
Inquiries the waters heed
Makes up my poetic creed

Below the waves, a forged scheme
By someone whose in the dim
Writing truths that raise the steam
Parallel to precious dreams

You can never see below
Clearly all what made me know
Just like now, its hard to guess
What the pen wants to address

The Third Kind's Carnality

They are now ,they had a choice
Exercised falsetto voice
Painted nails and painted face
Skin indulge on scented sprays

Unbarred, closet opened wide
A true self just cannot hide
Sinly smiles of coated lips
Swaying butt and shapeless hips

Vampire-like, they fear the sun
Same as a devoted nun
Life consumed on things absurd
Filthy deeds they hide are heard

They pray to a moon that crawls
Gloomy streets of sex and brawls
Shadows on the shadows lurk
Silent, has the smirk of Circe

On the sound of treading feet
Senses heightened, ear-drums beat
Stronger now for moon it brought
Lonely teenage boy they sought

Keen eyes made discourteous glance
Torrid will and urge to dance
On velvet sheets of lover's bed
Carnal craniums painted red

Calling whistles, lizards tongue
Bogus masks on faces hung
Utter promises of lies
And a beer that's full of ice

Whistles only are for dogs
And the boy just hate the hogs
Walking still, he passed them by
Tricky souls just gave a sigh

Hours came, still has no guest
Sun is born, its time to rest
Clean the vomits, close the club
And they visit baker Bob

Walking alien of the streets
Whistles got from driver seats
Stuff of laughter and of taunt
Morals of the church they haunt

The Death of a Well

There was once an aged well
Whose depth mocks the fiery hell
Frigid waters rests inside
Mortals with their needs supplied

Once provide their sustenance
The great well, but that was once
Thirsty brought their jars to fill
With waters untainted still

Origin still is unknown
Said that it was no ones own
Witnessed life cause like the mounts
Lasting yore is so profound

Stationed on a misty realm
Withered trees are overwhelmed
Red bricks fade, mosaic broke
Like the woods that peckers poke

Wrinkled ground of which she stood
Pity her for she was good
The deep void that light cant reach
Her womb home of mud and Leech

Time has closed her living pores
And has barred her breathing doors
Rendezvous of water rain
Sucked up dry and gone for vain

So the late was claimed by vines
With the mosses, and the spines
Comes the homage of the fur
Now the sons remember her

Ragamuffins are stray cats

Steady down pours made town ghost
White, yellow lights from a post
Deepest thoughts, horizon black
Emphasized on garbage sack

Fruit born of the urban skirt
Walking, searching tummy's worth
Stranger to a passerby
Tempting chicken entrails fried

Providence our hero calls
Thumb-size maggots climb the walls
Ever drooled on some steamed rice
Ventricles leap for spoiled fries

A problem is not when drenched
Problem is when men fist clenched
Diaphragm has lost its air
Broken rib has none to spare

Flowing warmth, body's bruised smeared
Long to eat is hunger steered
Crawling streets and dodging trucks
Drowning on a life that sucks

Synagogue of Christs' Murderers

A temple built of pointed roof
scattered with some birdly poop
hypocrites on cobblestone
they the Pharisees do condone

High you are you Gothic wall
fortified the great and tall
holy shrine and marketplace
promise for the end of days

Made to house a famous crowd
whose work is hear and pay the vowed
sluts and greed fill up the pews
to drink or not our Jesus' juice

A marble carve the altar be
hanging lights and bleeding knee
holiness of chiseled wood
Judas' children there they stood

Light brought life to windows stained
hope for all the widows pained
for a temple of pointed roof
scattered still by birdly poop

The last dance of Terpsichore

Quick palpitations of lightnings veins
acknowledged the Nimbus' silhouette
a backdrop of grandeur reigns
made of Luna's' hidden coronet

The clouds roll, still is the flashing
a canvas great of black and Grey
as one may see, are the gods warring?
a timid thunder silenced away

From every flash a pendulum stops
witness to the swirling of hues
of dark origins for heavens' drop
simultaneous, magnanimous

A feat of marvel to appraise
at night when the snoring died
on this roof, a raindrop felt my face
Its time for me to get inside