Organizing the Chaos
Thoughts fathomable and unwholesome
Rising random ‘n in sporadic passels
Shocked, I’d be much, if I were to see
Tales spun in on my matted labyrinth gray!
Fortunately for us, the aforesaid clutter is not of the visible kind. Clearing such mind clutter is continued work-in-progress, should you care to bother, that is.
The tangible clutter moldering right before our eyes on the other hand can be attended to, if you want to, that is.
And as for the Medium.com clutter, it has become increasingly difficult to locate a specific piece now with its display settings changed, that by the…
POETRY SERIES — ALPAS
Tanaga
Sometimes life rhymes without reason. You then heed that hum of the Universe, embrace the epiphany of a joyous escapade upon the waves of Life in its naive spontaneity of the moment.
Reaching for freedom (alpas¹) by liberating the mind, setting it free in the moment, is by far the most powerful way to do so, for what you hold with your mind is what holds you down from within.
Getting lost in the paradise isles of the beautiful Philippines, we shall seize one stilled moment in a Tanaga² and a poem on alpas, true to our theme for the…
PROSE POEM
Pledges
The time at full tilt — sagacious — fills, fills and fills — every whisper — every waking hour — but heals the pangs not.
scathing snowflakes benign — careening carcasses of — undulated pasts — baiting hazy hereafters — stonewalled blurry— in silhouettes that remain silent hitherto — lulled — soothed mum.
the potent omen arrives — unraveling — looking for ways to — scatter myself — in sepals echt— succulent —delirious — in veils fragile — cascading down — thru veneers plenteous — melting, melting and melting —
all of me — into the one you — that…
POETRY SERIES — ALPAS
Together far apart
These eyes,
beseeching heed,
poising grace,
that hold your gaze,
with a thousand lucid tales,
of setting suns blazing regal in folklore,
of sprouting lagoons, kinship ‘n eagles ashore.
¹for you
can only be free when even the desire of
seeking freedom becomes a harness to you,
and when you cease to speak of freedom
as a goal and a fulfillment.
A feather each,
for my hat and your quill,
I dance for you,
under the moonlit skies,
You mourn my loss, in bitter woeful eyes.
Together we do, build treasured castles in sand,
Hand-in-hand, beyond the stretches of bigoted land…
POETRY SERIES — ALPAS
Alpas —setting spirits free
Hearken the humming bird’s trill
Or the lark’s hymn for the soul fill
I breathe in zealous air, unbridled
Beneath clear blue skies, unbarred
Fair winds to the shape of my sail
Fair winds, gently may you hail
Rainbow speckled meadows emerald green
Awakening anew, many a feather to preen
Icicle droplets of dew on fronds frosted gay
Drizzles to graze canopies from skies grey
Bend my way, the light of sturdy might
Lend me the valor, to brave the night
Tickling tingles rousing feet stalled in heath
Pebbled sands prickling from earth beneath
Hope in the scent of a placid frangipani¹
Joy…
Tuning in
Then comes a song from a distant past setting the tune for the day. With traffic lights honking you back to reality. Or what remains of it. The urgency of it all keeping you stark still.
Playing it by the ear, and fishing for compliments in murky puddles — kicking at random unforeseen strikingly familiar chaos, you get on with the role play— but the legends have all kicked the buckets now. Too much kicking going on.
Thrusting the tangibly heavier aspect of it all (a.k.a. you) on the couch, you strap on the guitar (careful now) and its bearably…
Poetry
For you, Mother
All the love I ever knew
Immaculately pristine true
Poured out — of your eyes
Begetting ruth beautiful
and yet — all the love
I returned — was unto
my own flesh and blood
by way of life’s unfair requital
The blueprints were drawn
from eons before — for that universe
You brought into being — just for me
bosomed in the hollow space
sprouted and bled in vain, guarding
wreathing with philia of the only kind
that does no harm unto me
Tracing lines on the softness
of your palm — for fortunes lost
in selfless giving,
calloused ‘n…
Poetry
A dizain from down the alleys
Wayward thoughts and pungent smells soaking wet
Sticking grunge, atop, under ‘n inside sacks
Housing hopeful tomorrows not yet met
Pelleting sun in bouts past callous cracks
The day’s sighs of life on coarse measured tracks
Ponder that rhyme and reason in spirits
Obscured vision for the profound critics
A song of the peripherals sans base
Out of tune, to the rhyme of versed lyrics
Symphony in silence, en route to ace
- Dizain — A form originating in 15th century France, the poem above is a ten line single stanza poem, with ten syllables per line, written with…
Poetry
A sonnet for the bride
To tread upon unchartered waters as time stands still in awe
Feel the love, paint that picture beautiful in tints together true
The miles rough and smooth, through the years, yours to draw
Making magic out of moments thrust in just the right hue
And the stars spelled out what the heavens fancied
As you sing the song of your hearts to the tandem beat
In twinkling flashes plotting the destinies prophesied
Follow your dreams, hand in hand, swirling sweet
Fairy wishes upon the stars, cryptic whispers to the breeze
Dances on the waves, fading scripts on petals so soft ‘n…
Poetry
Into the night of oblivion
And I go —
into the night
of oblivion’s beau
Out of the morn where the perennials bloom
ayond the haunted grounds of hawkers quirk
past the sentient fears in lasting ephemeral loom
so thru the mightiest might of the darkest murk
And I would —
Bear your pain
if I could
Hurling athwart the crowds of hours rushed
and I see the loved ones and loud ones alike
smothering down in spirits crimson blithe
fleeing past that light pouring down so aglow
But alone —
I must slog
against the foe
Then in the vastness of the dustier desert sky
Where frayed dreams meet their solemn dice
Defiance in the face of spite— I abide
For the one diamond glistening just right
Whence I am laid —
down to rest
at last!
