Hardin sa Mang-uuma (A Farmer's Garden)

Your garden, peppered with your magical touch,
lies under capricious heavens and over silent, deep riverbeds.
It awaits the season of bloom, which cries of defaulted joy.
It is as patient as a vagrant crossing treeless lands, lost and parched and yellow.
It is, after all, a child without tantrums.

When it survives, you are the proud father.
When it grows, green and strong, you have found a pearl.
It wins every taste bud.
You can make yourself breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
It is selfless and giving.
Your garden, after all, is a forest, a nature with lungs.

Stones and Dust

Stones and dust faithfully rest
on the unassuming ground,
while coal-hued cloak,
dotted with minute flashes of light,
envelopes the stillness
caused by the shy sun.

In a manner scattered
over a large portion of the earth,
they stand, they lie, they roll,
they fly, they erupt, they wander.

Beneath the claimed sovereignty
of these flats, gateways, walls,
towers, bridges, and shelters,
are the uncharted mysteries plotted
like riddles of the great Sphinx.

I can't fathom the insides
of your will and freedom,
for you mind and render your own artistry.
I remain faithful to you.

Nocturnal Stroll

The heart and mind of the being
are back for good;
and all that are held captive
in scattered hopes
and more the kinetic dreams
whistle in uniform sounds
that become of the sea,
neverending.

The Plant

There you are my muse
in the nook of my soul,
looking out for my god
dressed in my faith and hope.

How the silence of your mien
perpetuates through my afternoon,
is to my indignation not;
it is the fuel stirring
my affair with solitude. 

I delight in your fine expression
-- coy, playful, full of conviction
yet unpredictable.

You carry the eyes
watered with spring and summer,
and direct which to mine;
and for that, so grateful I am.

Despite all the nuisances
dangling and screaming around,
you remain calm and steadfast,
only to breathe with me,
to sleep in our own pulses
and be swayed by our simple happiness.

I catch the phrases let out from your foliage
-- young, smiling, and still wading
in the ruffled air and storms.

I love you.

IQ + EQ

Well, who does not love a superior IQ?
It does wonders. 
We marvel at your pride.
But EQ can trample IQ down so easily.
It dares you to be true.
We toast at your being a human.
We realize.
We learn to fly.
We soar high as much as we kiss the ground.
IQ + EQ, ah, it is a long shot, sometimes.
Well, there is a mound of dust.
To sweep or to vacuum?
That is the second question.
Asthma, please go away.

Death of Friendship

Shimmering glow of vivid sky
Donned the everlasting amity.
In haste, rainbow unfolded its colors
To pursue a hope for eternity.
Yet, its ends began to banish,
Seemed dreams losing reality.
Blackened night merely marred life;
And death connived at a past.
Died and buried with pain,
Less hope, struggle ended.
Ever-soaring wings resolved in pity.
In a sad, damp cold plight we ended.

Faked by Will

Was in the doldrums by ardent guilt,
Severed by mind, will, the gloom,
Deceived not by charlatan dogma,
Courage stifled the hapless bucolic,
Only abysmal benightment deepened their sorrow,
Reckoned dogsbodies despised through arrogance,
Dulcet bells, maimed in silence,
Joie de vivre perturbed profoundly on the brink of prime;
Whisper of emaciated justice wandered, fear curtailed its span yet.
The spirit lost in supreme nowhere.
Darkness shrouded the mirror of truth.
To lie would construe nil of sanity, to be blind.
To be candid would evoke dullness and conscience.
Conscience, conscience, would scribble pertinacious statute.

Loving Day for Two

Celebrated through destiny,
Roses of vermillion, saffron, alabaster bloomed.
A paradise shaded by erudite hands,
Clouds rolled in perfect say,
Covering the delicate, jocund sun
Casting a shadow so pure,

Life bribed a perfect circle
For the two's trip to odyssey.
Stars, no way not.
The cradled field brightened,
Seemed sparkles at night's sky.
Sophisticated flame cherished,
This earth would endure a joy.

I am a Wizard in Varleim

The commonplace is Varleim,
Where wizards and hags abound;
I am a wizard destined
To live in Varleim in a forlorn castle there.

Ordinary earthly beings are forsaken,
Never brave their hearts in entering Varleim
For the supernatural will they be greeted?
And lose their senses and die.

But humans with powers uncertain,
In this kind of place be permitted,
For the craft among my fellas
Allow him to be enslaved and later be one.

Varleim looks quite eerie;
Creations and sky as thou can say
Are evil, mutated, disgusted.
Thou see nothing but black and night.

The way to my castle, take a wooden drawbridge
Over a boiling magma from a volcano, Erebus the Mighty;
Thou trot, it creaks, sweat cools down thy body;
Steam bursts in a sudden, don't panic thou will fall be cooked.

Step on its soil, be prudent.
Underneath it is soft and heating water;
If thou are heavy and weighted,
It drowns and plunges thou, be buried, breathing is not easy.

Cacicti animus is the species
Of the thorny plants surrounding my castle;
Cactus is thy word,
They're all similar, though ours is black and moves obviously.

It's hard on thy part perambulating,
It kills thou in no time;
Recklessness causes thy fate,
On my soil death brings thou to the unknown.

Finally, if thou reap luck,
On thy very eyes ascends my castle towering;
Fear braces thy shoulders and tremble.
Thou are needing to go back, but the bridge has been drawn and the risk be taken back.

All black compared to charcoal except the sole light up.
It's my lamp in the laboratory,
Where I experiment to formulate the spells
Used to draw away the foes.

Beings wanting to explore high upward,
Dare throw dreams into ashes,
For it costs life
Upon breaking the rules I have declared.

I have an assistant,
He's a chimaera in thy world.
But in Varleim, he's but common;
For many years in this castle we live.

Sariba is his name,
Half-dog, half-horse,
With built of a mare and head that of a dog,
Together we cast spells.

Thy mind concludes am trash evil;
My castle turns thou to a distant light,
With the black, cacicti animus, a monster;
Nonetheless, Varleim speaks, "It's the rose among the thorns."

I am a wizard sophisticated,
Separated from the good for am good;
Assigned to do witchcraft in Varleim, the dark,
Tasked to defend the good against the surrounding powers of darkness
Am about to win!

(a poem inspired by HARRY POTTER)

Mama Sang the Lullaby

The empty space resided in my unknowing mind.
But a smile left a trace of joy in my face
that would banish the hardships from
the day of toil to end.
Who caused that so? My Mama.

Mama sang her favorite lullaby,
which used to be Grandma's.
The night willfully accompanied her with
the power of chant; in my crib, I swallowed
my dream deep down to a somnolent path.

Mama sings the lullaby.
Hoping jealousy not be borne,
I escape and hide behind the walls.
"Mama, could you sing that to me?"
And tears begin to fall as
my juvenile brother sleeps so tight.