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Monday, April 11, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Keep on dreaming
A lollipop. A teddy bear.
A swatch watch
You keep me happy.
You gave me plenty
Five thousand pesos
Ten thousand kisses
Three long-stemmed roses…
You were my man
My master,
My dream,
My world.
When can we meet?
You say, “Tomorrow my dear”
I beg
I stole
I borrowed
Yet you can’t say no.
Nor could you let go.
Your mark tattooed on my thigh
more valuable than the Olympic Gold Medal
more eternal than my human soul
that’s the love you gave
Yeah, that’s what you say
Keep on dreaming.
One seed at a time
the scent of mangoes
the pulpness of lanzones
the headiness of chicos
the succulence of jackfruit
invades us
silent yet swift
we climb higher
inhale exhale deeper
I see blood flowing
as flagellants faint
in hot sun,
paramedics panic
life is a blur
as Holy Week howls
our carabaos cry
kneel in prayer…
the stickiness of rice
rhe slipperiness of okra
slide through my tongue
Mother says
“Eat your meal
Clean your soul”
as I swallow the revelry
exhale inhale deeper
taking in the mangoes
one seed at a time.
That day
shrapnel eyes
pierce through the veil
your rainbow cries
your dangling arms
i kept my silence
yet I cannot cry
nor can I weep
I see your face
that day
sallow
sunken
sad
sanguine
your songs
still reverberate
in my chakras
you are here
you never left
your whispers
tell me
it will be ok
i could not be
taking another step
once more
i touch this ground
that took you away
that day.
In time of need
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
We are made of
You and I
felt the murmurs
of mother earth
fill us
coddle us
and finally
snuff us
into oblivion
into its cradle
into its molten arms.
I remember you
pulling
each pedro
and every dick
out of passion
or was it a propaganda?
who knows
you hand was there
out to reach out
We need it
(oh, damn it!)
without forgetting
who we are
without obliterating
our own being.
going going gone
going on
going through
going east
going west
it is coming
you could not see
it’s clear
pure being
you sniff
you snort
you inhale
you exhale
you could not
get enough of it
you could not
get away from it
going on
going through
your eyes
your mind
your soul
its pure
its magnificent
its grace
is beyond words
you worship
its snow-like beauty
its lucidity
its eternity
going
going
gone.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Our Lady of Fatima in our Home
It's a Christian Catholic tradition to honor the mother of our Savior who assumes various "persona" such as "Our Lady of Fatima," "Our Lady of Perpetual Help," etc. Our Lady of Fatima was in our home recently. We had guests ... we prayed and shared a meal together.
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