Papers crumpled in intentional mess
Sinks leaking like condemned faucets
Smell stung like rotten scallops
Floor in scorch-dirt manure like caricature
Wrappers deviate all over the floor
Dangling dilapidated doors conjure
With vandalism par ultra superior
Stung so tragic in reality-horror
Oh, my, all these and more
In the Philippine public toilets
You’ll be sorry on your visit
Pay and be surprised to death!.

Speak not the language of the villain
For this is not the end
Silence has brought to its find
For I remain mute till summer
Begins.

What’s so important about Alcatraz?
History has spoken albeit renowned
Like Bataan has fallen in deep sleep
In total chaos graffiti and croquet
Hold down.

Styx favors no compassion
Where Achilles, Agamemnon and centaur
Roared as brave yet devoured
Are they not mighty alright?
Think of what remains.

Silence
Ponder
Distorted
Thy midst, hear the Saga
Outbreak doubly spoken.

Humongous blasphemy so real
In the land of the living
Everything nay as if nothing
Yet conceptual, bold, sarcastic
Spare not in liquid methane.

Equatorial axis demises
Albeit Supernova confides inept delusion
Starry illation foretold deeply sated
Wishful heart in motion
Driven in waning gibbous.

Venus let go
Unearth thy heart obliquely shaken
Gomorrah, Zion not Babylon
In Nassau lights
Unleash my contemplation.

Queen of my song
A gift that came along
Lovely chestnut-eyed little lady of mine
I’m proud to be your valentine.

I never thought before that day
But your face bloomed like a gentle flower
Sweet while I woo with simple melody
Oh, dear, make me remember.

You are so sweet and tender
Now, not all that time or fate I fear
But the callow youth and slender
If it stays forever.

I pray our promises keep it anew
Our life sets no burden or blue
With happiness so great and sweet
Makes me feel I am complete.

Seems a cataract roars
Dusk glimpses adherent lures
Breath air no more
Bohemian scents anchor
Bidfair, nature conjures.

Violent rays acquaint maladies
Man's abode demises
Seas and rivers gone helpless
Who cares? All, no one dares
Bidfair, besets God's calamities.

Hundred-fold petitions unheard
Blind, deaf and mute all apprehended
Cowardice prevails, truth rejected
Men, though in throne most fainted
Bidfair, mortal-sweet long dead.

Aforesaid facts best solution begged
Fear, points lo' turned plague
Thorn entombs, indeed imbued
Off to life yet no worth
Here, there and elsewhere-bidfair?.

Brother Poetry speaks the eternal language of my soul.
He cuts across man-made boundaries of civilization,
Culture, age, gender and time.
He talks of my state of mind,
My confusions and decisions,
My concerns and pleasures.
With him my emotion lingers.
All issues that strike a cord
In the spirit of my poem
He goes beyond words in humane intention.
Brother Poetry will symbolize me,
Represents me in all centuries to come.
He may be indicted in intense pressurized moments,
Construed in a solitary set of time,
But once expressed,
He becomes my life and
The showcase of my perceptions.
So long as there are thoughts
And the desire to express them,
He moves on.

(Potion Number One)

Look through the eyes
Never Propose
Smile!
Be friendly
Let your action do the talking.

Offer the menu
Do not impose
Suggest!
Take your time
Feel the ambiance avoid the mess.

Initiate simple conversation
Be natural
Observe!
Be responsive
Don’t let the candle bow before it melts.

Impart humor
Be spontaneous
Persevere!
Anticipate all possibilities
Laughter creates momentum.

Be courteous to the waiter
Give concise orders
Concur!
Be polite
Be sure, you’re in control.

Allow the conversation to prosper
Take the lead
Assert!
Be active listener
Intimacy is an ultimate date bearer.

Savor the food heartily
Be mindful
Serve!
Always be conscientious
Likings constitute better impression.

Offer a toast
Do it as you please
Cheers!
Say, “eternity for you and me”
Propriety evades monotony.

Cascade your final weapon
Don’t drag it so long
Unveil!
But keep it undertone
Gratuity evokes emanation.

Now that you’re both heartily full
Don’t wait until dawn
Conquer!
Win the coveted courtship
Disclose fair and square, stupid!.

Count one, two three
Count again two, three, four
Count some more three, four, five
Count further more six, seven, eight
Count finally seven, eight, nine and ten
Hold it, yes hold it
You're countin' nothin'
Does it makes sense?
If your answer is "no"
Well, that made sense
For "yes" is nonsense
That's what life is
Sometimes we're losing senses
But as it is,
It made sense
Cheer up! You're alive!
Start counting your blessings.

There it sprang unpredicted
An opportunity we got so excited
Once in the bosom so sweet
Behold it made our lives complete.

Long it started in March
So decisive even without a touch
Construed in the month of May
Certainty upheld by Mary.

Now comes Lance Anthony
Awfully sweet darling baby
A perfect reality to see
A daylight dream must be.

Smiles like an angel
Giggles like a cherub
Touches my heart
Be it day or night
Da de de de, he said
Ma me me me, precede
Such lovely words
Soothingly affectionate
From a darling baby
Hanz, my love.

In the beginning there was only God
The earth was without form and void
And God said
“Let there be light”
And God saw the light
He called the light the first day
“Let there be a firmament”
“Let the waters gathered together”
“Let the earth bring forth grass”
“Let the waters bring forth the moving creature”
God created the fishes
And God blessed them
“Let the earth bring forth plants and Cattle”
Then He made man in his own image and likeness
“And let them have dominion on all creatures”
And God blessed them
To subdue the earth
And God saw everything good
There was evening and there was morning—the sixth day.
God rested on the seventh
Now man exercises his dominion
First, created his high-tech world
Control his days and nights
Decided to rule everything
He knows no day of rest
Man found this beautiful
Beyond his subsistence
He created submarines for the waters
Fighter planes for the sky
Tanks to rule the earth
And soldiers to obey his commands
He found them great and beautiful
Still man was never contented
He created his own enemies
His own war
And finally
… Death.

Started from nowhere
Nobody knows when
There was chaos
The Oracle has foreseen
Death abound everywhere
The dungeon crossed its bow
Espousing tribulations
But He came
In solemn animosity
For mankind
Trumpeting
An emancipation.

Mighty wind whirls prone to attack
Thunder breaks, roars 'til dusk
Lightning glares and roams then strikes back
Waves hares ashore no retract
Keep up, it's all bad luck.

Nature's upheaval continuous onslaught
Life deems, harsh realities approach
Concretized values seemed not taught
No hope or thread for life permeated
Selfish desire noticeably wanted.

By then 'same people heavily affected
Crimes and oppression remain a trend
Freedom not theirs to live
Say, such right rather maltreated
Yes -- the poor remains victim-centered.

News paper is better than magazine
When it’s done
The ground is the best than on the street
To start, it’s better to run than to walk
Once successful
One needs a lot of space
It needs creativity but easy to learn
Young and old will love it
Conflict is minimal
Wind brings no complication
Using rock serves as better anchor
While in there, birds seldom get close
Rain soaks it fast though
But one never gets a chance
When it breaks
It’s nowhere to be found.

Know what you’re fighting for
For if not, it could led to something more
More than anything that has caused you trouble
Trouble making you miserable
Miserable that when you finally think of it
It’s your tragic pride
Pride beyond control, hence
Hence controlling you after all.

I was totally awaken
When my grandparents told my uncle
“If there’s anything that you can be proud
In being a man, it’s where, when you settle down
With your beloved woman, not in the lowly
Circumstances you leave them behind”
A parent’s wisdom
That lingers in my mind.

I was not dreaming then
When my grandparents finally told him
“Be man enough!”
“Be responsible!”
“You did it, then, face it!”
“Running away could only mean
One thing – callousness
And that’s not in our blood”.

For once, I thought of him as an idol
An athletic psyche he possessed
Always on the go for an action
Typical for every woman’s admiration
Who would have thought of his dissolution?
Fifteen years ago, Eric, turned
Achilles the vulnerable.

I may have succumbed to the same spiel
Being of a feather, God forbid
For way back in Spring Land
I compelled the duty of a budding lad
Against all odds
Said “I do” to the woman I love
Emulating responsibility and commitment
Made them proud all throughout.

Gloomy I was
Pondering neigh in a distance
Got no one to hold on to
Grief is couching my heart
Devouring in perplex moments
Not in solitude
Nay intrusion
But in Orion’s distance
Once, even once
Perpetuate your obnoxious image
That passionate smile
Trenches a loving hello
Oozing with life
A magic touch
I live.

There it sprang unpredicted
An opportunity we got so excited
Once in the bosom so sweet
Behold it made our lives complete.

Long it started in March
So decisive even without a touch
Construed in the month of May
Dubbed certainty as upheld by Mary.

Now comes Lance Anthony
Awfully sweet darling baby
A perfect reality to see
A reality dream must be.

Queen of my song
A gift that came along
Lovely chestnut-eyed little lady of mine
I’m proud to be your valentine.

I never thought before that day
But your face bloomed like a gentle flower
Sweet while I woo with simple melody
Oh, dear, make me remember.

You are so sweet and tender
Now, not all that time or fate I fear
But the callow youth and slender
If it stays forever.

I pray our promises keep it anew
Our life sets no burden or blue
With happiness so great and sweet
Makes me feel I am complete.

(Sti 12-13-06)

Be positive
The battle has ended
A new challenge will begin
Embrace it with desire
Fill your life with meaning
Live to succeed

Why not only me?
Why couldn't I be the only one?
If you have ‘no’ as an answer
Then, but only then,
Could it be another one?
If I’m not the only one
Will it be anyone?
Should there be another one?
Who’s the other one?
Why not only me?.

Intrepid time
Hid seasons for reasons.

If
All angels can tell
The muses, its mysteries
It’s all within
Ringing the bell of eternity
This is your day
Happy birthday, dear!.