Xavier Mandreza Poems

Thank you, dear Friends, Jewels of the Southeast
I'm honoured to serve my Lord Philip's needs
Alas I must go for to say at least
This Exercise was best to state your Creed
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Be there Words, or Grief, that one can rapage
Or subtle Chemistry dare would I make
Else if my Labours could withdraw this Rage
Or Triumph by Fossils all dug forsake
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Whereas one breeds Good Lies for such Encore
Once such my Forceps too drugged to detect
That by Campaign prove Sympathy before
And polarise Dark Victims to their suspect
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For We consume our own Poison to date
From each Salt or Leaded Matter devise
Then blame your Divinity sooth Forsake
And channel those False Prophets otherwise
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When Later Loves make your Honesty prove
And entomb your Words honestly recite
By much a Metre does your Heart much groove
And base your Revolution could incite
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Shaunting Smiles bake my Friends by Apparel
Of the Tamaraw's Land our Mangyans breed
This Souvenir our Healing Joy foretell
Enhance our Local and Daring Steed
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Many by Counsel urge your Body pursuade
Such as Gift your Best Living Talent pursue
By itself the Truth your Conscience invade
Yet such Art of Olympus your Life imbue
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Dare the Spider-Lad take his best Fling
As your Hormones stick that Wind-Shield impale
That Stunt this Life your Nature's Form must Sing
And brandish Fine Youth for Lessons prevail
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At this Point where my Roulette takes a Toll
So must this Dharma bleed your Gospel feed
And force this Turn where one's Rise takes a Fall
Transmuting such Blessings into your Creed
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