*couldn't sleep.
Physically Weary, Spiritually Zealous
Fortified by the dangling loops of failure
The passion has been tattooed on my chest
While faced with an annullable piece of stress
I take a breath, while silence rekindles my stature
As I near the perfect paradigm of callous
Tantamount fangs of poison deteriorate my intellect
They approach, with potent aims to inject
Though left physically weary, I am still spiritually zealous
*Dedicated to the victims of tropical storm Ondoy. Never lose hope. NEVER.
The Light in Between
Sight-seeing has left me wishing I had no sight at all
Can’t even stand a glimpse of humanity at the brink of its fall
Left with the scene of only the everlasting abyss
Stories unfold, the revelation of a distorted bliss
Alone with unspoken thoughts I ponder
Visions infiltrate the mind with corpses drawn asunder
Heart to heart correspondences fail out of proportion
A premature apocalypse is my spirit’s intuition
I am daunted despite a smile; a form of propaganda
I am forced or maybe likened to jump across my veranda
The light at the end is nowhere to be seen
"No. Don’t look too far, its just somewhere there in between"
