Brian (Yaotzu) Bungcayao
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Black, white, brown, silver, blue, red;
They all pass me by as I sit on the tail gate of my fathers pickup truck.
I stare at the road aimlessly thinking of which way to run
as the mountains call out my name in a passing breeze.
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Walking home to roses after each and every fight
Thing that everything will always be alright
Doing all you can to seem as if your truly fucken happy
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Some souls die
from the duration of deafened ears.
The amplification of internal voices volleying
from temple to temple,
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Our eyes connect
through a sea of bouncing souls.
Everyone fades from existence
as she illuminates the room
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Out come the wolves.
The yellow glare of starving eyes pierce through the thickening mist.
Patterns of paw prints overlapping the sent of fear.
Step after step,
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Sparkle……….. Sparkle……...
I’m caught off guard by two streams of light
piercing through my clouded thoughts.
I remove the shades off my face
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The blue sky contrasting the white clouds
Creates the quintessential image of heavens layers.
The green stems and the red roses
brings passion to the greatest gestures of love.
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Forgive my bedside manner.
You sleep but I can’t help but stair.
Hoping I can manipulate your dreams with whispers
I could never say to your open eyes.
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I’m lost
Lost in many faces and personas
like totem poles filled with termites
Which face is mine?
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Long black hair
She drives me crazy with that ponytail
It swings left, then right, and sways like a hidden breeze
Teasing me as she’s looking my way from the corner of her eye
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11 roses writing new rituals to the light of the rising sun.
Left on a doorstep with a million questions on a clouded mind.
A card reading no name, only words of poetry
to purge a breath from a porcelain doll.
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Where has the quiet gone?
Aching for the mouths of bickering beast to swallow their own tongs.
Envisioning the flames of crashing cars from drivers with no respect to the human foot.
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I have never met you yet I mourn your sorrows
Tears run down my cheeks as every line of your letter shreds at my being.
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Even heaven surrenders to beauty among beast
Senseless eyes see the sparkle of primal admiration
Catching spectators even if wet dog $h! + glistened and shined to sun light.
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I near the end to the sound track of my life, so I hit repeat.
I start a new, yet everything sounds vaguely familiar.
The guitar solo seams never ending
But soon the lyrics hit my ear drums like Cuban congos
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Many run but I’m intrigued
The bullet echoes the soldiers creed
Civilians turn but few proceed
For money, honor, or a place to be.
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I saw the dragon on his arm
Stunning bright colors of traditional Japanese ink work
A man with no past but many stories on his face reveals no words
Every wrinkle ran like canals of sweat, hair, and focus
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Brian (Yaotzu) Bungcayao Biography
Not much to say. I was born and grew up here on Oahu Hawaii. Born from Filipino parents that imigated here in the late 70's. I have been writing poetry since the late 90's just as a time killer then became more interested in poetry in college and attended a two classes on poetry and publishing.)
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Drive Way
Black, white, brown, silver, blue, red;
They all pass me by as I sit on the tail gate of my fathers pickup truck.
I stare at the road aimlessly thinking of which way to run
as the mountains call out my name in a passing breeze.
I await my first true step over the crease on the concrete
that separates the driveway from the side walk I was told to fear.
The world mocks me as it passes only inches from my face
as on goers laugh at my dreams through their corneas.
Conveying false realities through their confined community.
The Lelas smile at me as if this was the only place I could exist.
The Manongs pass around their bottles in an endless cycle to
deny the reality of comfort and curse.
But I peer through the cloak of happiness
and see through the boundaries of societal solitude.
Walking down the roads where everybody knows your name
awakens the truth a father hides from his son.
These roads do not define the path of exsistance,
for I dream to fly past the clutches of gavity
and glide upon a piece land i cand truly call my own.
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