The Lover is not a Lover, He is a Pig

If i was leaner, thinner

muscles bulging all over

Biceps, Triceps, abdominal muscles

in perfectly fit clothes

If i was prim, formal

welbred

with a bow-tie, classy shoes

mouth vomiting foreign accent

if i was rich and able

i could buy you

your happiness

If i was stylish, fashionable

you can easily display

like an earring or a dress

If i was normal, conventional

Who could always say yes

and follow you like a dog

you can always drag

If i was easy, smooth

So i could agree with all of your friends

And talk to you about relations

im always confused

If i was organized, arranged

without stain

pure

Like a prince

in your favorite films

If i was more sophisticated

and knew all the things in this world

if i was able to take you there

If i was clean

well shaven

without a trace of fat and sin

I could be more of a Lover.

My Friends, My Fiends

My friends, release me from this confinement
Pained i am in this undefined sorrow
And my weakly soul cringes on torment
Don't stray me in your folly tomorrow
Tonight's enough, your company made me
What i am now, the most disturbed being
The sailor who lost himself at sea
You all is the sea, the waves came splashing
Coming, ruining my thoughts and my life
Coloring dull the fantasies of mine
Straying me in this foolish shore and strife
Getting none, but a token; soul unfine
My friends, my fiends you can now release me
Pained i am in your folly; waves at sea

A Friend's Party

My friend sleeps there, sleeping still
On that bed, no he's not ill
He just needed time to rest
For the sun sank in the west

Came the weakly morning beam
They offer flowers to him
Strong scent that's not of Roses
It fills all the guests noses

Photograph, blurred and pallid
His wooden bed is solid
Lively chatters from out side
Insects and the light collide

Food enters the mouth tasteless
A glass of milk falls careless
Camera flashes and took
The last pages of the book

This is how he took the bow
The chatters gone aloud now
Same are merry, some were sad
In the party of the lad

Soon the setting beneath the tent
Altered, Lenten-like it went
Soreness of sympathy mount
In the guests for his account

A heart burns in great sorrow
Forever gone tomorrow
Those utterance remain
A friend is never the same

In loving memory of Gerniel Bañas
a friend, classmate, seatmate. a brother

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

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

An Analogy

Gays and rebels are the same
They want something hard to claim
Rebels want the lands even
Gays they want to sip semen

Gays and rebels talk silly
They act and dress more freely
Rebels steal and burn houses
Gays predate and wear blouses

Gays and rebels share a goal
Fire in the hole! Anus hole!
They keep bragging off their deeds
And liking it when it bleeds

Gays and rebels terrorize
The norm of us civilized
Gays they seek for penile fun
And the rebels cheer is gun

As these gays flock the suburbs
Rebels also in numbers
March the line of peace for war
Gays they do it in the bar

Oh! and let us not forget
Both these perverts have their set
Of leaders whose intellect
Coincide their dull defect

Fluent use of odd discourse
These gays' way to intercourse
Rebels make and use their codes
Then later a bomb explodes

They compliment each other
As innocence they shatter
Their hearts, something lunged inside
Is where a thrombus reside

If you see this as insult
Try to see first the tumult
They caused our society
Adds to my anxiety

Due to their perversity
Both made good analogy
Their genus flourished since then
Will God castigate these men?

Genuflect; A Divine Perversion

Holy utterance, Thy tongue
Has made cunning by a tree
To gather the holy fee
From the pockets of old and young

Thy vesture of linen white
Symbolize thy taken vows
To shepherd a sinful house
Not by staff, but with a scythe

When praying to holy saints
Carved on wood or hung on walls
Thou sell them on parish stalls
As a bulwark for the taints

Sacred waters thou has blest
Did it hinder thy abuse?
Of their innocence on pews
Now i doubt thy being cleansed

Just human, thy alibi
So thou heard the call of flesh
And thou use a virgin fresh
Anus, from persuasive lie

You omit thy being chaste
When thy staff, used to impale
The juveniles who are bale
And you punish them with haste

Faithfuls on thy presence kneel
Someone is pretending blind
Thy altar knight stood behind
Reminiscing an ordeal

With thou, when he was no one
Had brought him before thy God
Then thou started to get odd
When thy buttons, had undone

He on thy room acquainted
Gallantry of things thou bought
And promised all what he sought
If he gets his soul tainted

Marked, smeared, forlorn altar knight
Tormented and is bleeding
Torn tissues and the screaming
A slave to thy carnal plight

Pains of thy excessive drill
Pumps a soul that has no peace
And the right thing is to cease
This obedience to thy will

So at noon, he made the choice
Depart with his agony
Of thy mock divinity
With a clear and humble voice

Father, father i must say
"I cant be with thee tonight"
And this quoth the altar knight
Father quoth; You're here to stay

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

Sasori, the puppet master

Guiding hands that made me walk
Dancing notes that made me talk
Softest breast of sweetest milk
Cradle of the grandest silk

Okay, this will be for me
Unfolding; just wait and see
Stay beside and keep me warm
Do keep me away from harm

Morning came the saddest times
Ringing of departure chimes
Ma and pa were on their way
For a war commenced today

Oh I hope they would come back
And compensate the love I lack
But time is baleful in my wait
The one forever I will hate

Warmth often kiss my cheeks
Would it end all of my seeks
Hopelessness dispelled from drowse
Just the sunlight on my brows

Since that day, to never smile
All the moments not worthwhile
Profession was the art of death
To live as one who stops their breath

There it is, the turning points
My hardened heart and hardened joints
Village neglect of my defect
Collect the people I dissect

Steady filled my jars of blood
Pierce the skin of metal rod
Perfect piece my puppets go
So Ma and Pa will see my show