1801. The Dream We Pursue Still Slips Like Fish From Our Palms 2/26/2015
1802. Government V. Citizen 2/25/2015
1803. The Old Man And The Young Boy 2/25/2015
1804. It Is Beautiful. Your Name Is Their Fear. 3/6/2015
1805. For You My Woman... 3/8/2015
1806. Who Am I? ..... 3/9/2015
1807. Who Am I? .....(2) 3/9/2015
1808. Entrances And Exits Tunnels And Light. 3/9/2015
1809. The Man Smoking His Way Heavily On A Rural Bus Back Home. 3/9/2015
1810. I Have Come From Far To Shake Hands With Myself. 3/9/2015
1811. A Short Note For Mother Theresa 3/9/2015
1812. Overused.... 3/9/2015
1813. Early Morning Gaze Somewhere In The Ricefields Of Rizal 3/12/2015
1814. The Lame Boy By The Window 3/12/2015
1815. Prometheus V. Hercules 3/13/2015
1816. Ramblings Of The Past..... 3/13/2015
1817. On My Fiftieth Of The 449th 3/15/2015
1818. When You Unleash The Dogs That Early Morning 3/15/2015
1819. If Only I Could Be More It Would Have Been Lesser. 3/15/2015
1820. At Cendet's 3/24/2015
1821. Life As A Watermelon... 3/24/2015
1822. But The Years Have Not Yet Spoken 3/24/2015
1823. I Am Gone..... 3/28/2015
1824. A Village Scene..... 3/28/2015
1825. How I Have Enjoyed Life 3/29/2015
1826. For B., (Still To Me A Stranger) 3/29/2015
1827. She Tells The Truth And No One Believes... 3/29/2015
1828. A Formation Of One's Personal Philosophy In Life... 3/29/2015
1829. For All The Things That We Never Want Done..... 3/29/2015
1830. The Sound Of Morning One Summer Time.... 3/29/2015
1831. At The Last Hour Of Our Goodness... 3/31/2015
1832. The Mystery Of Our Faith... 4/1/2015
1833. A Poem For Black Friday 4/1/2015
1834. How Happiness Is Made... 4/1/2015
1835. It Is Not A Number, Not Even A Word, It Is What It Is... 4/2/2015
1836. To The Gifted One...Or The Lucky One.. 4/2/2015
1837. A Septon Message For Luis 4/4/2015
1838. ...Out Like A Dry And Wasted Lang Where Fear Begins To Grow... 4/4/2015
1839. The Arrogance Of Goodness 4/4/2015
1840. An Attempt To Compare To Convince You That The Other Is Happier 4/4/2015

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' The Last Dance Of Your Life '


you don't really have to mind
what power do you have for it

when it comes
it comes
none can prevent it
from sitting beside you

the doctors are honest
and sometimes
too stupid to give you a promise
for another extension of

a hope that poisons the mind instead
and makes
our recent stand rigid and

for those who have seen the light
on one hand
sees death as
a welcome experience
in fact a festivity
another coming experience
another full moon
at the bay

another ...

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A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing

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