Brian (Yaotzu) Bungcayao
Biography of Brian (Yaotzu) Bungcayao
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.
Brian (Yaotzu) Bungcayao's Works:
Brian (Yaotzu) Bungcayao Poems
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.
Sparkle……….. Sparkle……... I’m caught off guard by two streams of light piercing through my clouded thoughts. I remove the shades off my face
The Rifles Call
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.
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,
Is it sane to miss the girl I never met. To dream her image and not regret, To die alone through blood and sweat, To sculpt the man she would accept,
Not A Cindarella Story
Our eyes connect through a sea of bouncing souls. Everyone fades from existence as she illuminates the room
Some souls die from the duration of deafened ears. The amplification of internal voices volleying from temple to temple,
The Shadows You Neglect
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
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.
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.
Beyond My Desk
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
Man and monster Prince and thief The Legion hear my call
The perfect moment Is the perfect miss To end it all with Just a kiss.
Self? ? ?
I’m lost Lost in many faces and personas like totem poles filled with termites Which face is mine?
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