Bludgeon the Curmudgeon
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Drag, exhale, and a billow of smoke
X is the picture of calm, but inside she is churning.
Lungs grow heavy as her spirit deflates
Why won’t her demons come out to play?
Clink, chug, and then a chorus of jeers
X wants her peace, but what she needs is haunting and taunting.
Mind will decay as normalcy grips hard
Would you rather rot than sleep with your ghosts?
No Permanent Address
A Warrior’s Struggle
Here in my fortress
Lies who I am, locked away.
With a feeble shield,
I face the battle within;
Yearning for a will to live.
Legalisms
Just like All the Others
What do you see in others?
It is not as though you’ve come back from hell,
Life has always been kind to you.
Do you respect another’s will that much,
And its exercise done freely?
Indeed you can’t expect others to behave predictably.
All you want is to see them pursuing their ends.
It never mattered, if, in their pursuit,
Men end up, stepping on and harming one another,
Their grief amuses and feeds you.
Don’t you find that strange?
Can’t you look onto others with compassion?
But you are like them too,
Neither do you act predictably,
So too do you have free will,
And you live with its consequences,
And that is what makes you just like all the others.
Force of Will
Untitled
Ako ay hinde matangkad at hindi rin mestizo,
Pero ako’y mahilig sa sili at isang uragong Bicolano.
Masarap makasama at magaling makipagkapawa-tao
Wag mo lang uutangan, dahil ako’y nabubuhay sa pro-bono.
Mataas daw mangarap, ang sabi ng ilan,
Ang pokus ay nasa hinaharap hinde sa nakaraan.
Laging ‘hyper’ at masayahin ang napapansin ng karamihan,
Yun ay dahil hangad ko lang na maging pitak ng inyong kaligayahan.
I got jinxed
The Not
I am not the deep and tranquil sea
I’m the sailor man above it
spitting on the foam-surfaced sea
As I take a short break from my
glorious, glorious humming
And made you stare at the abyss
that is my decade-old eye patch
I’m not the wolf in sheep’s clothing
I’m the tailor-girl who’s sewn it
licking the thread and holding the needle
listening and shaking my head
left to right, left to right
As Elvis crooned and moaned on
my bronze radio
Thy voice is not like an angel’s
It sounds more like your conscience
Monotonous yet surprisingly high-pitched
Persuading you to look back and forward
Intermittently, intermittently
As it echoes into your
Unwilling self
I am the not
To your every uh-huh
And I will be me
Oh yes – siree
You better believe it
I will be me
Simple Complexities
Improvise
There they go
Further from where I stood
As I stepped to the right
They thread to the left
I climbed up
They rushed down
They saw the world in black and white
I saw the world in shades of gray
They said yes
I said a thousand no
They tried to make me run
I flew away
I did not listen
I did not care
I was me
Nothing more than a lump of clay
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