Bind me not
to these longings
that slice so deep into
this lowly lowly heart,
Butiki, nagtatanong lang
Paano ba ang makibaka sa buhay
na hindi nahuhulog sa
It is when the water sways
That I think of your 'tributaries'
and the warm cozy walk
during the chiily Sunday
I sensed she’s no strength to gather
herself away from this gutter
Her brain blames it to the pain
…such gifts they are to nature,
Their glows are of the crisp morning rays,
Sweetly caressing this sleep drunken heart.
a hunter of words
a night owl that's misconstrued
to be someone as 'troubled...'
In my deepest thoughts
where webs of logic can never touch
I'd meet you there...
I'd say...that is my kind of dreamland.
Sonnet for Evelyn (sonnet1)
Unto this space and humble frame
I lay my heart that's kept aflamed...
by fate, by flesh and by blood all the same.
My baffled heart is
Nestled in between your hands.
A scared lone robin
Within your winter's embrace;