part 3 Earth

the earth lay still, quiet and waiting
at the tiny drops of blood that flowed

while the wind revolved, unmindful and listening
the hand clasped the thorns with scars that glowed

heaven opened its eyes and looked on
as the palm held on with its last breath

withered, the petals serenaded the coming dawn
knowing too much love and pain brings death.

part 4 Me

i lay for a while dreaming flowers dreams
of thorns and blood that kiss the ground

but i am indoors and nothing is at it seems
so i let the fleeting memories be drowned

if rhyme and reason would wage a war, i thought
i’ll be none the wiser standing in the rain

and if love is suicide, as the sages taught
then i may have lived my life in vain

06.24.2003.2.46.p.m.

even angels grow tired,
as they go about their merry ways
picking up your broken pieces
trying to make them whole once more

even angels weep,
sometimes they hide behind the clouds
and let the wonderful gloomy rain
wash away their sadness

even angels lose their wings,
they grow weary of waiting for you
to see beyond yourself past the chains
you invent to hide you from what’s true

and yes, even angels have dreams..
they dream of someday finding you
waiting by the door, willing to let them in
free to let them love you..

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sometimes, i get tired too…

06.23.2003.7.46.p.m.

one last time, hold me
as we watch this crumbling city
fall and become dust beneath our feet
shall we stay? shall we go away?
shall we be the only ones left
standing in this confusion?

we are an epic struggle
six years in the making
we’ve gone past the road signs
onto the wide open fields
where rocks crunch beneath our wheels.
and still we are none the wiser
still lost in between these city streets

and i find myself one more time
calling out to you
but you are nowhere beside me

we are dying embers of a forgotten vision
that once lighted the path of our dreams
we shall go on, as all those who prevail do
but this time on separate roads
the future boundless and magical
as we make more hellos and less goodbyes

tonight, i shall look back one last time
and i shall forget
the feel of your hand
entwined with mine.

06.19.2003.10.05.a.m.

night shall fall soon
to take you to sleep
bringing you dreams
and whispered promises
cloaked beneath the thin
film of your eyelids

i watch as you lay
so serene, your heart
surrendering to the soft
humming of a light breeze
touching you face
drenched in moonbeams

i love sitting here
beside you as you breathe
for by some lucky chance
you might stretch you arms
and reach for me, and
hold me close to you

tomorrow you’ll leave me
all to soon, without even
a last look, a wave goodbye
i shall lie, a forsaken pillow
waiting for night time
to bring you back to me

6.17.2003.7.51.a.m.

i could grow roots too
hang my wings up to dry
and perch my nest on your ground

i could grow roots too
and count the silent petals that fall from
my branches to kiss the soil of your yard

i could grow roots too
say goodbye to the voices of the wind and
the waves beckoning just to follow you

i could grow roots too, you know
i could grow roots with you
i could grow old with you

17.June.2003.12.53.a.m

morning
knocks on my door
only to find me lost
in my slumber, dreaming my dreams
of you

Fri, 29 Nov 2002 17:14:10

lights underwater
casting moonbeams on our skins
reflect back sorrows
troubles we’ve cast to the wind
leave me i beg, let me die
leave me to be, let me cry

11-29-2002:16:22

2 am, the moon shines bright and i
scan the heavens for the
tiny gossamers of golden thread
shedding off their bright gazes

and you, infinitely beautiful,
infinitely far, and unreachable
blinded my skies with a
million spears of light

leaving me so soon, waiting
for three decades more
to come again

11.19.2002

sunsets align themselves through the trees
as you lay far away, weaving your dreams
across the patio of my recollection,

and while i watch the dust settle
on the streets that no one listens to,
i wonder about how it all was.

i think about the tears and the moonlight
on the crumbling admin building.

the silent prayers awaiting dusk
under the batibot.

the all knowing acacia whispering
the secrets that countless have shared
under its branches.

i remember the charcoal vendors
near the jeepney stop across sanjercasvil,
and their stony stares as you screamed
at my childishness in frustration.

the hot sauce tripping
on valentine’s day at jca,
and the poem you let noone read.

sky rockets in flight..

serving two masters,
talking on the phone
and reading an essay

dunkin, movie marathon…

“here and there, old things
want to remind me of their existence,”

the night is waiting to claim me
in its utter stillness and melancholy.

and yet you refuse to leave and let me be…

tonight will be no different from any other.
i will be lost like so many others are lost
everyday.

“in the deepening shadows”

i will move like air,

“in between bridges on the highway”

and i will pretend not to hear.

“every pavement stone
echoing the music of your step.”

eleventeen shots of tequila,
vodka
mule
southern comfort
baileys

this is therapy.

ndg.09.11.2002

catch my eyes tonight
lets paint with music and madness
and moonlight

im drunk with your wit
and your charm and your smile
(or maybe its just caffeine..)

and as i wish this night to go on forever
dawn breaks too soon
(you havent even sang that song)

i shall leave you once more
my court jester, my jeweler of wit
my secret friend

until one more night finds you smiling my way…
good night, sweet dreams,
good night

08.21.2002