Comments about Gil Gregorio
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!
Howling was an embark of the travail
afar from the wings of an eagle's hide.
Look not the benches above
the spine of a tree's locker bow.
Yeah...I was flying like a crow
in the air with no wings to trail
the blazing sunset of the day!
Never turning against the wind
of the east as it throw me deeper
into a despicable pit!
Here an instance be still to sense,
Feel the throb of a heart’s content;
An innocent look of eyes in faith,
Comes now the sincerest love’s manifest.
A fiery look cankers the softness of steel,
As it perforates the impenetrable,
No doubt, so many years of longing
A past in snare,