the rustic, the raw untouched, true what greatness this beauty that humbles for though I've planted a thousand footsteps none have made an imprint on your holy ground whereas I my sensibilities forever changed my sensualities ever deepened for where I looked, you plumed your feathers where I touched, you softened where I listened, you whispered and where I tasted your essence ruptured in a thousand flavors I have kept this tryt and like a stealthy lover I now adore you though I am not one of yours and you will never be mine
because you come and you go one minute you're real and in another, you reel round in circles, round in circles I follow, I lead and in the embers of our passion I wonder when and where the circle completes and sends you off again...
let the sun shine upon you now there, where the darkness of night will not reach you where the futility of rest is unencumbered by the inherent sense of life thereafter
where the dreams you dream are not wishes but prayers of those who wish still and the prayers you pray are not those of longing but thankful songs of those still hoping
rest, dear friend, your head lies empty and let it summon your soul to its empty bliss transcend this world and all its cares sleep in rapture of eternal slumber
I read your words and they shake the ground beneath me awestruck, mesmerized, ravaged by your rustic soliloquy the thought, the sense, the poignancy mirrors my own I'd stop a while and catch my breath, or I am blown
how could you know the words I long to read like knowing how the acorn would grow from the seed how could you let your pen traverse every line like a hand that knows my body, every mound to climb
I drink of your phrases like I would a passion fruit intoxication rising as every verse takes root curse to the damned at the turn of the final page I am riled that you rushed me to a halt, my lyrical sage
thereto and hereto, in circles but nowhere to lost and in search for words sprung from you dance with me again, romance me in my bed shall I be loved and caressed shall I lie wating and haunted
out of paper, plain and dull you folded and scraped you molded and shaped and fashioned me a crisp-lined hull two-breadth strong laid to sit for long on some basin-held water lifeless, as an empty platter
a rudderless ship, a boat with no oar still as a reef on my tideless shore docked on my plastic-bordered ocean anchored in wait for your graceful hand's motion to stir tentative ripples on my saltless sea and here, I dwell on my epiphany
will I be, a rugged water toy afforded with some transient joys will I come to know the meaning of my existence or chance upon a quintissential exuberance or am I, in this folded and molded grace no diff'rent from my unadorned state still a paper, plain and dull bemoaning my tapered, four-cornered pall
then one day you decided to play and down to my sea you dipped in your hand oh what joy to be kept at buoy I sailed and I danced on my sea with no sand yet as I basked in your candid pleasure you lifted your hand and lay in dreamy languor the rivulets of current you granted me vanished and silenced my once turbulent sea and as I dodged 'gainst my plastic reef I knew for a moment... for a moment, I lived
if not to leave our beauty mark on this earth vibrant hues of reds verdant greens against its drab, brown berth
the chance to offer a few consoling words some warm hugs to a friend a nugget of wisdom a soul to drive the wind
a second to create some music to be sung for all eternity a moment to weave some words read by this and that posterity
for our life to give life to a life conceived in love delivered in pain nurtured in hope
to take those hands and guide its sight to touch those lips and implore them speak to swamp those ears with the hum of life to clutch that heart, an off'ring to its soul
to bring it to the road it will walk a journey all its own and clasp our hands in prayer that we've given enough, done the best we've known
so that one day it, too, will give life to a life conceived in love delivered in pain nurtured in hope
then we can sit back and enjoy the view for we've done what we're destined to do we've set another life to soar and cover its own heights and scope
life is not to seize some greatness for greatness can be taken away from us, or we from it certainly not to obtain treasures if treasure is but a weight of gold
but greatness it will be and worth more than all the gold if in our wake we leave avowals of poignant love
old lady, where are you off to? shuffling your feet slowly, stiffly in a world rushing by swiftly, vaguely where so many flowers lie in sweet decay unoffered and scorched in the sun's foray where so many flavors are left unsavored where so much time is spent fabricating nil and best intents are set by greed, not deed
how many dreams have you fulfilled? how many dreams have you left behind? was there a time that you ever twirled to some imaginary musicin some imaginary barn on some imaginary moonlit night...
how many suckling babes have feasted on your breasts? how many...that you've reared, and fed, and bathed, and clothed how many...that now you are left with no hand to hold
how many pains does your heart cradle? how many secrets do you keep in your barrel? here you trudge on the same weary path picking some familiar faces in some snug places from your own comfortably weary past...
old lady, where are you off to? what lies there waiting that you have to go? will this fast-aging world care to stop and know what you know? will it ever remember a moment untold... when the sun was searing and the air was curt and there in the shade you spread your skirt where it laid its scuffle-weary steer cocooned and cosseted in its mother's sphere
elusive contentment let the devil kiss your cheeks I will not fly to neverwhere if that is where you run to not as if I am not wont to do as I am unable as I simply can't... yet if you'd care to meet me in the middle of a rugged cliff on the edge of a craggy mountain I will take the road less traveled and I will be there
you kick, and scratch and fight with all your might you throw stones, and curse, and wish it blight it stands its ground, haughty as a feind eyes burning, voice roaring in the din of your futile brawl 'Hush, you creature! In your pomposity, you forget... You are man... and I am fate...'
teka lang, teka lang ang bilis, bilis mo naman marami pa ako'ng lugar na gustong makita doon ako hinihila ng aki'ng mga paa mga lugar na dapat sana'y una ko'ng narating bago napadpad sa lupang banyaga mga lugar na lalong marikit sa aking paningin kung iisipin kong ito'y akin din
teka lang, teka lang ang bilis, bilis mo naman marami pa ako'ng gustong gawin na kung gawin man, kung sa iba'ng lugar din lang di magiging katulad sa pakiramdam mga bagay na sa kahit ano'ng paraan man gawin magiging tama lang kung sa tamang lugar tatapusin dito, dito lang, sa lupang kinalakhan
teka lang, teka lang ang bilis, bilis mo naman marami pa ako'ng nakilalang gustong makasama at mga nakasamang gustong makilala pa sa mga taong matagal nang kakilala, matagal nang kasama gusto ko'ng ipakilala ang taong naging 'ako' mula nang kami'y huling magkita ang mga taong mahal sa puso ko gusto ko pang maramdamang mahal din nila ako
teka lang, teka lang ang bilis, bilis mo naman paano ko ipaiintindi sayo masyado kang abala sa pag-ikot sa 'yong mundo manong tumigil ka kahit saglit dahil di pa ako handa ayoko pa...
tick tock, tick tock the clock goes on unstopping I'd rig up its hands it shan't strike again no sooner would time stand still then I could stay on perched on this bend my siblings all in a row with children in tow and mom with a bowl of salads and creamed potatoes here comes my dad grabbing a toy gun and on the floor he sends his grandson bawling, and crying, and screaming here comes his mom, appeasing her son telling him grandpa's just playing here come the gifts, passing through hands wrapped in multi-colored paper I join in the ruckus my heart in my hand, 'tis all I longed to offer and for myself, I only ask this time to last eternal hugging my siblings all in a row watching their children in tow spooning salads and creamed potatoes from a bowl wiping clear a baby's face of its scowl here's a wish that time would keep still and this moment is forever too current to recall...
I seek the truth within with eyes shielded from naught... not fear, not shame nor the bright lights of fame nor the intricacies webbed through human fallacies both devious and tame nor the comforts brought forth by a mockery of contentment nor the illusions of emotional footholds and strongholds clamped onto cardboard edifices
what pawn do I move and which way will it go to pave the way for verdant truth alas, turned gray? a dalliance with the damned, an apprenticeship with the maverick, an apostleship with the righteous, or my own puny two cents?
will these truths ever come to me? will I catch up with them with a quick two-step? and how much time have I possibly got if, as in the song, it says
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
...or has the truth been close at my heels all along?
for words
are all I have...
no big bucks,
no mansions,
no pillars of gold
come the day when I'm too tired and too old
I'd like you to say of me, "she wrote".
