Dee Geyrozaga

Freedom washed with tears rinsed by blood,
dried with heat of love from one's heart,
some unknown, but alone they're not,
fell on the ground where lilies once sprout.
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On this cold November setting,
Painted above is the old gray sky;
A glimpse from the sun in sight,
Wearing a mystique smile.
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For when it slips through your careless hands,
A bond breaks and you'll never understand,
The mystifying beauty of its brilliance.
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Searching for the grave
Where I buried the pain
Of this wounded heart
Who lost its desire.
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Bubbly rushing waves
blending with the singing birds
music to my ears
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I am a matter in one space,
A space packed with vertical lives,
Overflowing with so much noise,
Opportunities and heartbreaks.
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When all the things went wrong for me,
you were always there to make them right.
When some of my days became gloomy,
you seemed to make them so bright.
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In realms beyond where thoughts reside,
I watch this man I most admire.
In the deepest corner of his soul,
I can tell that the writer in him takes control.
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I am still me.
Uninspired for quite a while,
So I wandered through the haze,
In search for words that softly blaze.
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Ilang dekada na nga ba aming ina?
(Huwag kang magbilang at gugulo lang) .
Sa hapis na mukha bakas pa rin ang ganda.
Kasiyahan sa iyong mata, amin pa ring nakikita.
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I used to write
straight from the heart
as a child.
I didn't care if it
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We all set out- to wander, to roam.
We went to discover the unknown.
We then build a place of our own.
But we children have known all along,
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Within the depth of my soul so deep,
Hidden emotions that I dare not speak.
Subdued desires and unknown fears,
Locked away for so many years.
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Enchanting the scenery
I agree,
When I visited this island
of Maui.
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And then - it was nine.
You finally held my hand.

I was One, and I learned
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Feel the Zephyr kiss
Fragrant necks, rosy cold cheeks
Brushed by browns and reds
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A man with scars on his back, he cannot escape the past,
An agony of deceit for each moment that he live,
Every minute, an hour, a day, year after another,
There’s a pattern he’d go along with and will imitate.
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My timid smile, you freed
That was long ago concealed;
And when you tickled my heart,
I almost cried with hearty laugh.
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She was young…

With a long dark curly hair,
Skin color that was so fair,
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White roses and reds,
Two colors that yields;
Assurance of affection,
To someone unknown.
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