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If I Should Lose You

10 Dec 2010 Leave a Comment

by yuume in Poetry Tags: If I should lose you, Loss, Roxanne Musngi

If I should lose you in the day

When shadows hide your face

Where would I turn to find the light-

I’ll need to take your place?

If I should lose in some vast

Expanse of lonely themes

~~Where would I turn to~~

What future could replace the past

What voice would sing my dreams

If I should lose you there would be

But remnants of this heart

To pulse a broken memory

To echoes far apart

And so I pray that I could see

By something in your eyes

That you would twine your hand in mine

To walk through sunlit skies

(I saw this poem at home, I do not know who wrote it on a teared piece of paper and placed it inside my sister’s bag, but I know that this person dedicated to my sister Roxanne who passed away Last July 24, 2010. May you rest in peace little sis.)

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Previous Note:

Last July 24, my beloved sister was held-up and stabbed to death four times.
No one wanted to help because they were all scared.
I hope their conscience burn them in hell!
She was only 20.
She is my one and only sister.

www.gmanews.tv/video/63919/suspects-in-robbery-murder-of-…
www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=597604&public…
Please do read her blog www.roxsays.blog.com/

And please, pray for her…

the piano and the drum

19 Oct 2010 5 Comments

by yuume in Poetry Tags: Charms Musngi, drum, piano

Because I am the piano and you are the drum,

the symphony is never complete without us.

without the slide of beats that falls on a downstream of eroded rocks.

Without the music that injects a vile that draws

this mile long hike of harmony (that stops and trips a while)

before we reach the bank of many waiting hearts

My piano grows a lush of oaks

Your drums swirl lucid drops of tones.

And together we sound as one

in music,

in hymn,

in mind

and in heart.

Two thumps — one pitch.

One beat in an octave of notes.

A catharsis of melodies…vibrant

As one.

I hum the melody in the beat of your pulse.

because I am the piano and you are the drum.

Galit

31 Oct 2009 5 Comments

by yuume in Poetry Tags: galit

(Sa aking paglalakad nakasalubong ko ang isang galit na paslit sa Blumentritt)

Dalawampu’t Apat na oras na walang tulog
At galit ang inihandog sa akin
Ng kinasasabikang agahan
Galit na nagsiklaban
Na tila posporong sinindihan
At walang pasubaling itinapon
Sa isang garapon ng damdamin
Ng naglalawang gasolina
Naguumapaw na naipong mga luha
Na pinilit lunukin at bumalot
Na parang semento sa pusong
Tuluyang napuno na ng poot
Na marahil tulad ko’y maglalaho
Isasama sa aking paglisan
Bitbit: isang asul na kamiseta
Isang pares ng pang ibaba
Isang libong piso
At isang lumang sipilyo
H’wag mo akong subukang hanapin
Hayaang pakawalan ang lihim
Ng isang galit na malalim

Deep Slumber

14 Aug 2009 1 Comment

by yuume in Poetry Tags: deep, father, sleep, slumber

Press Play! A Certain Sadness -Astrud Gilberto

Lost in your sea of memories
You had long forgotten
How to survive–the waves
How to build once more–the castle
of your crushed and shattered sands
Is it the sickness of your sorrow
That gravely bothers you
Or the sadness in your eyes
As though everything is hollowed-
by the blankness of your stares

I gape-to your now sunken face
I curse-and embrace
The woman you loved
The woman who killed
The light of your genial spirit

“How to know Love?”
Am I to Trust-
Your schizophrenic scribbles?
Whilst you whine at your nostalgia
In the cage of your deep slumber

Where forever you’d wish to lie;
Where you’ll wish to lie forever

In an abandoned room of dread
Where many summers had gone by
Past beside me as you slept–
Praying hard for you to wake…

Dreams

14 Aug 2009 1 Comment

by yuume in Poetry Tags: Dream, dreams

We do not gain dreams
We make them
Weaving…
From every glow of atom
Composing…
From the disarray of heartbeats
Speaking…
Through every kiss of words
Seeking…
An eternal introspection,
For the long elusive dream

Waiting

29 Jun 2009 3 Comments

by yuume in Poetry Tags: solitude, waiting

By this solitude

The soul is cast
Curses: patience to die
Illumines my kind

Thousands of masks
Accompanying the mark.
Of this magnificent lie

Of the sun setting
On perennial lovers
Of unadulterated feelings

Your shadow; the eclipse
Imbrues the purity of white
Implies the hopelessness of rescue

A minute before twelve
Stave we wait; we’ll never know
Til two hands finally meet

In the darkest hour
In the radiance of day;
Gauging half of 24

In time…

Fitting Garments

18 Nov 2008 1 Comment

by yuume in Poetry

Tear the linen of my skirt
Wash the stains with my tears
I wore you
And you wear me out

We try to fit in– we did
In these garments, we fag
In these clothings we weaved
Moments in thin strands of polysaccharides

But the fabric created patterns
Mismatched by friction; incinerates–
The seamstress destroyed it by fire
The complication of my desire

Measuring Love

18 Nov 2008 Leave a Comment

by yuume in Poetry

How can you measure love?

Can you measure love by counting teardrops?
Or the pleasure of how much flesh you felt?
By the length of an ardent kiss?
Or the touch of a warm carress?

Can love be measured by greetings
After a sempiternal Goodbye?
Perhaps of a demon-ridden jealousy,
By each strife brought to your pride?