And The World Hates Me Poem by KENNETH DIMAILIG

From the side of this man's anatomy,
I rose, i lived, then i loved...
The baby pink pinched on his face,
tickled my fingers, teased them
To dare a touch, a caress-
And a solemn kiss, my lips offered his,
So soft, so gentle, so sweet!
...igniting my gravity...
pulled to his soul...
For an embrace, until-
His eyes opened up
Brown eyes that glare of passion,
Captivating all chambers of my heart
Which for a minute was cold,
And with warm fingers locked with his....
We rose, we lived, and we loved...


In the midst of this Paradiso Del Eden,
Smiles a tree, with fruits forbidden
Sparks in my eyes, made me numb
The tree of knowledge, between bad and good
I shouldn't touch, I shouldn't taste, but-
This roguish serpent, vent by Satan,
Made me forget Yahweh,
And from Him, i turned my back...


In the Alpha of the Book,
My name I razed in shame
I was caged in these streams of mankind's blames
For because of ravenous disobedience,
Eternal life in paradise, I lost in a con game!


And I am condemned, for gullibility,
For weakness and wickedness
Accused as man's temptation, for I am-
Sweet as Canaan's compound
But bitter as Egyptian serpent's bile


And yes my dear forbearers,
I, myself, am the greatest sinner
I am the root of all chaos
Of all wars, and hatred and immorality,
Of poverty, bloodshed and idolatry
Women blame, for painful soul-bearing
Men charge, for winning bread


But wait, a pinch from your wrath,
I coax a little diminish
Let the sound of my throat,
Embrace the waves toward your ears
I, am a woman, as your wife is
With a heart so kind, so cordial and sweet
Abundant capacity to love,
In my chest exists


My womanhood, to Adam, I laid feverishly
And don't wash away, from your sweetest reverie, my dear
I, myself, am a mother-
Who carried a difficult soul,
For nine life-long months
I bear in pain, in agony, of tearing flesh and veins
Of fire-heated bloodshed, from wounds tormented by freezing nights
The life-capturing aches, I almost died!
For a new hope for mankind, a new life, my child!



And yes, I, am the better half, of a half-witted man,
I am the cocoon, of the world's first criminal
Am the same cocoon, of God's first faithful servant!


Bloody tears, like creek, now flowing...
Escaping from the deepest solitary pain in my eyes
Please feel the warmth if my palms
On your cheeks and hands...
turn back to our Lord, forsake Him not,
Embrace His promise, a new paradise in your land!



December 2004