New Waves

DiwataNewWaves

If life is a sea
I am the wave, carrying fishes to the shore – I Am Why

Out in the open,
Raging Sea
Relentlessly in fluidity…
With yellowish-greens,
Bluish-grays,
Sundry shades
Of sophisticated waves

Wild, enigmatic and natural
Engulfing you with rolling desires…
Other times, placid…
Smoothing you
From the ambivalent currents of exotic,
Sensuality of each Now’s memory…

As always
My love is a tidal wave…
Splashing colors on the page
With word’s brush,
With my iridescent, sultry eyes…
Carrying fishes to the shore,
Devoted to be Home

Even so, I confess
I’m nothing but energy (waves)
Which can never be destroyed,
Only transformed…
If you dare to heed,
Be willing to dive at the heart
Of its pulsating beat…
You may find love can last,
Eternally
Like the turquoise raging Sea…

Dedicated to my Inang (Grandmother) Rosalina, who I have a special loving bond. She gives me strength despite of being fragile because of old age. Thank you for all the help and for everything, I love you Inang… Mwahh 💗😘

Photo taken by: My pretty little sister Rahnie 💖

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Silence

If life is a silence, I am the sound –  I Am Why 

Silence crawls,
Unravels old wounds
Makes me bleed
And exude burgundy tears
Of purity’s uncertainty…

It’s like standing
In the crypt’s icy wind,
Shivers my flesh,
My bones underneath…
And graze away
Whatever is left of my warm,
Tattered heart…
Exposing,
A never healing scars…
Yet, this Silence
Enfolds me to safety,
As it nourish
Insatiably on my sanity…

Then again,
I would delightedly listen
To your vexatious animosity…
Feel your sword words thrust,
Shredding my heart…
And passionately devour
Your putrefying apple lullabies
While I remain in Lotus stance…

Well, I believe
There is immensity
In ascetic Silence…
Than your imprudent act
Of stabbing to death
All the love,
Seeds I have planted…