Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan Poems

If it weren't for Magellan
we're all pure Malayan race
typical Pinoy faces
no mestizo blood running
...

beware of the dusts
whirling around
they kill the purity
of your sight
...

for the sake of imagination
what is earth would be
if we can see the air flesh to flesh
as we breath
...

to Joney Caudor, Paranaque 2010

I had asked you
where is Carl
...

☺ ☺ Cloud - broker
rain - fixer
ground - shocker
wind whirling
...

For the expectation of the many
North Cotabato as a whole or a part is isolated
Civilization is miles back away
anti-tourism, anti – economic industry
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You come to me
and your coming is more

so gentle so soft
...

I've been existing in the island beyond my grasp
either to live more or to abandon.........

and while doing self-search for the '' inner - me ''
...

Good life
spoiled by
evild desire
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Sitting in a plane window side
childish curiosity abides
engulfing my innocent mind
...