Gil Gregorio

In my childhood,
the journey was a perilous one:
full of hardships, pains and tears.
In my adulthood,
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I was groping for a friend
in a net of eyes by the tube;
I was looking for a brother
in a heart of dearness as old;
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At the highways of woes
a traveller viewed the wind blows,
as he climb up a fearful trail
on top of a mountain or a hill.
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Bounded by the sense of disbeliefs
amid friendship or any-
the spurs of the moment queried
on the worn glittering gold ring;
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Sojourn from the hedge of destiny
turning off the trail of a lonely road
succumbing to air unspeakable scorch
while walking like a pedgy-hedgy trowl!
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Beyond every breath of heart
An angel draw a tear;
in her own way of sensing,
she gave the best of things.
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Everyday
I've walked a long way to field
I can't forget that simple smile
in your face;
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She's sweet as a honey on a bacon
fitted like icings on a cake;
So cloudy, bloomy, and easy
in her own world in calvary.
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A sweeping evil from an unknown thought
measuring things unwittingly judged;
A candlestick of mistakes from right,
unswerving malady of any particulars
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It was as if a quick withdraw:
A nice fitting, a nice candle glow,
Lighted up a way in darkness shines
Foretold no beginning, nor sparkled lines.
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It was sporadically laid upon mountains
as it is so with hills, valleys and more;
It was splendidly crafted by clean hands
as it weirdfully crumble beneath, alone
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The tiny dots about the shorelines
paddles a penny bundle that bind;
it's delightful substance creeping to lay
and the bottom was wide like black clay.
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The Redemption

By the time the day of the Lord
will clinch its final throb;
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Why is the wind timidly blow this day
that flowers are mantled by the clouds?
Why is the sun shines late its normal track
that days’r emptied by dawning light knocks;
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It's been the mother of pride:
the energizer of stiffneckedness,
a piercing pin of lewdness,
a coagulator of abominations,
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It is a perilous venture to an unknown
where the living world is limitless
like weeds from a faraway land
dreaming...and hoping...
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Silent as they've grown in deep water's bed
seeing up above the bottom, down a sledge
their short-sight shoots, its branches zooms
to tame the blue sky as it blooms.
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The innocence of your looks
trimmed every inch of sadness
as we envy your freedom
in doing everything without
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Hunted down by unknown tracters
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I’m gone, confused.
Things are now rightly blinded.
It occurred last time.
But,
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