Stranger Than Your Sympathy

Our shades are obfuscated by our pretense
The metallic colours of your feathers
Frolicked in blue, violet and gray
While you glided and dived in the white
Pallor of amnesia and snide
The angst on my deadpanning face

Your tongue undulating like rails
Of rollercoaster charades
And the vertiginous spiel was left
Unanswered for I was daunted
By an aversive measure against the exodus
A defensive maneuver against the genesis
In my rage, in my face, in my daze

For in the dark any silhouette is a banister
And now that I trampled again unbeknownst
Ceaselessly into your ubiquitous shadow
I saw the true colour behind the blear
The mirage of your profuse skin

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Hands On Deck

The tides resurrected
And mangled with the undulation
A salient limn on my vision
Where power engulfs power,
Water condenses water,
Paroxysm crashes paroxysm;
Willowing the bouffant steerage
To descry the eviscerating road
In the ocean's trifling ablution
That sifted the luster of the reflection
In the palm of the sea's moiré
Leaving me astray and demented in the vesper
Of my flustering resolution

This is a peripatetic sailing
In the chagrined tongue of contingency
Shooting sundered quasars blindly
In the raucous rocking of the sea
That debilitates my recalcitrant heart
Rectified like the stones ashore

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Echoes Of The Silence

The black squirming beads
Confine the groveling quietus
Beneath the strands of my canopy
And it cradles a somnolence
Farce, vis-à-vis the despondence
Of the elusive spangling ivories
Amidst the sound of desolation

I can hear the echoes fringe
The quiescent of a hiatus
Of the shriveling breaths
Of my lost secluded island
Where the sun never mount
Thus, never shrink out
From the dearth of my toppling horizon

Effervescent carols linger and slither
Suffocating the mistral atmosphere
Reckoning the blaring tapestry
Albeit, the frescoes dispensed

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Attic Key

When the transpiration of earliest dews
Failed to staid and invigorate
The amputated isthmus of the atrium
You would blithely shun
All the lovely, saccharine bones
Even the crunchy stride
Of the svelte V-formation
Of the veering migrating birds
Paving the soggy nimbuses
Of hapless shades and parasols
For they unfurl a reminder
Of capitulating abandonments
And like a wolf without a howl
You would aimlessly amble
With feet of morose
To cave inside, distraught,
In the clandestine dappled corners
Where the myriad of the dead
And the plenitude of dying breaths
Rattle uncouthly for

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House of Cards

Spade:
A city of metallic urgency
Come, rape the society
Your blaring highways
Your drifting lightshows
I chocked on a shabby musing
Beneath the miasma of your gaiety
Swooning over codes and keys
Your filthy people don't care
Dispensing prisms into drivels
And you seek bereavement just to unravel
What the politics stymied
Oh, dour gloating can stifle
And turn your people to scornful nihilists.

Clover:
A country overweening of poverty
Preyed by ravenous double-standards
I gorge in neon-signs and hazards
Incorporeal desires and volition

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Love; a Mission to Submission

Sing ballads of tragic romance like a siren
And caress my name with a spell-binding levity
Quicken the rancor feel, ignite the noxious thrill
I shall clad myself with the best suit to enthuse you
Fastidious, luxuriant, deceitful spider web
Bleared to delude a trampled tatterdemalion soul

Inject an ounce of faith in my defunct city
Ensnare this boy to your incredulous sorcery
Can you manipulate to corrupt those three words?
And sedate me with a daft garden of daffodils?
Then I shall spew that I love you and I will love you
Acquiesce the blade in my morbidly whittled collar

Music shall perish, genuflect on a martyr
The angels are dead, the devils are here cowering
As I lynched myself with the strings of your promise
And you ignite the mad pyre below my calloused feet
For love shall be quizzical with your stern gestures
The lips of hope foretold: love is an invitation

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I Saw Him Again

I saw him again.
The last time I found him
Eating fervent fire and drinking wine
Reveling in the elegiac dusk
Uttering of cheap talks and of dusts
And on how vicariously cognizant he was
On how it precipitates and wan
From defying the plummeting
To catch the sun's elusive graze
To participate and transpire
In the esoteric feast of grace
Thus, he's reveling, to outlast.

I saw him again.

The last time I exhumed him
Thawed in the nook of the world
Like a vulpine fox, a surreptitious raven,
Perched at the hinges of the firmament
Wearily encumbered by his wry and fake smile

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Jeepney

From places I scavenge and assemble verve
To places where I depreciate with the anthology,
The jeepney was an unfettered sailing to ferry me
While riding the undaunted wind that winnows
The opulence of the foliage of the old nirvana
In shunning the places of my incarceration.

I was moored on my uncomfortable repose
As the wind lathers into the pockmarks of my face
From the scars to the viscera to what lies yonder beneath
And I sauntered in my mind map without staggering
That I savvy this propelling with an ethereal verve.

Alcohol and conversations could be too cloying
But the I suppose it is better than nothing
Though I still prefer the latent spaces in time
Where I rode the jeepney in the most precious instance
Halting in the equinox of late night and early dawn
And defying the clockwork's fey steerage,
Where I can become ubiquitous in all places like

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Pseudo-Romanticism

If lips shall lock,
hands be bolted,
should eyes be closed?
Should souls be soused
in ice, in fire, in electric shivers?

The scintillating intermingling
would linger deep
etched to never cease
like how poetries seal
the bashful emotions,
the reticent desires,
and the feral suffering

Teach me how
to lull your tremors;
what scull your waves
and funnels your vertigo?

Teach me how

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Carousels Before The War

In the silence of the station and its insatiable yearning
To be filled with tourists and passengers
And bludgeon obliviously to the familiar feeling
Roused by scent and warmth of their far-flung home,
Another tourist loitered juxtaposed the ticket booth
Careening over the burning rails of nostalgia
Because the calendar pages holds a succinct
Concern for the macabre in inertia
Her coruscating soul was plummeting from her lips
Waiting for the sleeping train to stir and growl

This tourist stared at me unwaveringly
With the tackling of her foreign eyes, rolled the dice
Like a steely glacial wheel chafing with the rails
And I could have feigned a fuming act
But I knew very well who this tourist was
She lives in my sala, behind the crumbling wallpapers
I stared back into the voids of oblivion
And in her skyscraping eyes, I saw thoroughly
The war before the sunrise slithering

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