Xavier Mandreza

I would like to find my Quintessence;

But where is HE? In a Place called HEART,
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I see a Balloon
Floating up high in the Air
Making Faces now.
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To the Noble One, Him I will call SIR:
Inspire us with your Legacy, dear Captain of the Plym!
May your Spirit live on; Your Soul everlasting
That Generations from and beyond your Lineage
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Though I may never see them Dance
Or Marvel at their Art beneath the Sea
My Faith dictates a Potential Romance:
'Behold their Atlantic Beauty! '
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Why do you Smile, Little Lady of the Plym?

Is it because, that Everyday, Mister Morning would greet you Hello,
Throwing his Arms around you with a Nice, Warm Embrace?
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I wouldn't want to lie
Nor fix anything around
Than to write something sweet
On the Poem I knew nothing a-bout.
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I never wrote a Poem
That meant Music to my Life
As if Cardinals sing
To the Harmony they bring.
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Give me a Chance to sing out my Days
Then by the Next Few Hours I shall be well again
Counting over my Memories' Tune
Which stood by me all Afternoon.
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The Spider climbs Walls
To make a Web of Fortune
For the Careless Fly.
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A certain young Sea-Voyager,
Came up to the Pier and told
His Cheeky Friends this Torried Tale:
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Then in the Time of Darkness,
That Frightful Event which me failed to harness,

The same Winds of Terror, with Spears of Rain,
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Wiping some Salt and Sand in me eyes,
I finally found what I cames to find:

A mass of Silt, which ran like Ants in-land,
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If there is a Place in which
One would Love to be
Is that Someplace where all is Filled
With Beautiful Imagery.
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I am a True Filipino
Of one Spirit, one Blood
Of one Nation, one Hope
Of one God, one Future.
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Sleep, dear Solemn Dream; But wake another Day
Climb as high as Everest; But never say
That Good Shows and Sweet Roses are Bitter Lies
Nor would the Manuscript of your Destiny despise
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Only the Sight of Paradise is a Just Reward
Not far from what your Thoughts could give
A Silent Remark from a Note as before
Should have wrangled my Pride closed-down with a Lid
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Lend me a Lance to stab my Water-Borne Killer
Before he destroys every Feather in my Soul
I would make sure he does not harm your Sisters
Nor chance himself to make me a part of his Whole
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Across the Atlantic you will carry His Message
The Truth shall be Known; And a wider Passage
Scoops out a Brand-New Trait with an Attitude
Responsible for the Waves which rape the Land all-nude
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In Manila your World will be known; Be at Hope
When the Pen which you carry will take a Note
At your Shy Merits impervious to such Pain
And Distance sought will be closer to you again
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An Excited Stranger
Saw the Girl of his Dreams
And immediately Clouds formed on-high
Forming a very Romantic Piece
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