Poem

Oh to swing and not fall, to think and not decide, to be a maybe in a world of yes and no. The gray that blends the black and white, I might not be right, to fight against time, to view the world through a kaleidoscope. Choices, flow in the air, and decisions get made in a snap. A piece of code does all the work now, my purpose? — I’m too afraid to question. Swipe right or left — tough choices gets thrown away in the wind like spores in the air, consequences permanent, until the dust settles.

A Poem by David Feliciano — In times past, your words, like shadows, fell, Guessing I'd sever ties and bid farewell. You foretold a future, where respect would wane, As if our bond was merely a disdain. You pointed to the door, oh so near, Believing I'd leave, spurred by fear. …

the duality abides — (an orig. poem) ℑ𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔈𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 There is a song of innocence experience the liminal chords of meaning turning Orpheus’ chords ring a blinding lumen lighting the rise and falling of love breathing love in spite of a mood content inert solitude some still choose to choose a triad of two displacement between the…

Of all females are women yet they hate the feminine and the girl child, is this a concocted maze of suppression and denigration — Jealousy Of all the beauty in the ladies, appears as painted, sculpted with glazing edges, She seems like an enamored being, of soft touch and feels, like a plumpy face, and deep-seated beauty, Hairs have flown, blown, and grown in ways that could make a mermaid feel shy, For even the mermaids know she…

Here in the Evergreen Mountains Beautiful as can be We stroll in a land forgotten by time Where sunshine blends into the trees. Here in the Evergreen Mountains We stop off to find wood We kindle a fire until the sun goes down And recite fairy tales from our books. Here in the Evergreen Mountains We awaken to the animals song We rise and join a hearty melody Then pack up and skip along. Here in the Evergreen Mountains

by Derco Rosal … in duster dress you walked to the door saying “sabi mo baga nu akus pa ika ‘gusto ko sa gulay langka su pino mi warak’” before handing me the tinutungan na langka served in platito cut in blade-thin pieces, stewed in ash-grayish coconut milk, that tinutungan…

Night wind, one of the things I long for, the thing that gently pierces my heart. Night wind, sometimes it brings me back to our memories, memories that fill my soul. Night wind, filled with the sparkle of the moon, stars, and street lamps. Night, rarely do we pass it together, but…

I had a dream I became your unframed centerpiece After you opened a drawer, Took out scissors, And cut a dotted line across my chest. You carved out my heart, And left my lungs to their final breath, Chose to not color by numbers, Painted your favorite shades instead. Then…

Sometimes, I wish I were Air. which is unbound & free, free to go wherever & anywhere, It wants irrespective of manly borders. No one can trap me. No one can restrain me. I will flow as I want, then winds will depict my emotions. The tranquil and pleasant ones, in summers and, the strong & unwanted ones, in the…