Self-Inflicted Fancies

Each night of solace,I close my eyes;and imagine that spaceis the man in my mind.Trying to picturethe plot of my dream,I visualize the scenesas I embrace the wind. Pretending that Iam wrapped in his arms,I succumb to the thrillof artificial warmth.For a second, I thoughtthe murmur of the breezeis actually his voicerequesting for a kiss. Sporadic peckshave waltzed their way:goosebumps cuddledmy tender nape.A hint of moisturehas brushed my neckas my bosom revealstears of sweat.My fingers soaredeach curve and cave;a silent moanescapes from my lips. Alas, a thrust from withinhas warped me backin my chamber: alone.Once againloneliness has reigned;his silhouette has vanishedtogether with the wind.

Hiss

Hiss, the sound of slither:
the prey sashayed
to innocence -
a lady was harassed.

Hiss, the sound of slither:
the temptress swayed
the soils of filth,
and lured beings to sin.

Hiss, the sound of slither:
Lucifer’s choice
made man consume
useless awareness.

Hiss, the sound of slither:
with this, the snakes,
like cursed descents
crawled and begged forgiveness.

Minsan, Isang Kuwaresma

Apatnapung araw ba
ang nilaan sa ayuno;
’singtulad ng gunita
ng tagatubos na Kristo?

Mata ba’y mapupuwing
sa kapirasong gabok;
Miyerkules ng pangilin,
bakit pawang nilimot?

Magkano ang kinita
sa bawat palaspas,
upang ipagkait sa dukha
isang takal na bigas?

Sa pag-awit ng Pasyon,
ano ang inatupag?
Sa halip na sa poon,
lumuhod sa dilag.

Noong Biernes nilapa
ulam na mechado:
kalam ba ng sikmura
di kaya ng arroz caldo?

Oo nga't selebrasyon
Pasko ng Pagkabuhay,
Ngunit bakit atensyon:
sa itlog na may kulay?

Minsan, isang kuwaresma
ako ay napaisip:
sa ating paggunita,
Kristiyano ba’y pilit?

Embracing Paranoia

Nascent fears, breeding like rodents,
consumed a mind in beastly fashion;
mellifluous thoughts
extracted sans warning-
paranoia replaced bliss.
Naivete corrupted, sanity drained:
a juvenile heart palpitated.
Tears have glazed eyes of dread;
lips were hushed... silenced...
heavy breathing, trembling lips..
.distant gazes, frozen limbs...
wisdom murdered, laughter robbed-
The body has collapsed:
to failure, it succumbed.

Her Name Is Pizza

Her name is Pizza...
She's like an artist's palette,
donning colors vibrant with character:

warm hues of crimson and amber...
the refreshing touch of greens...
the humble shade of beige and cream...

with her attempt to melt your heart,
she would let mozzarella sizzle on her bed-
making you wish, you could kiss her palate

and just like any other temptress,
she announces her presence
with her irresistable fragrance

and once your lips experience her...
once your teeth penetrates her flesh...
you'll find yourself trapped in addiction.