There are always new places
For our feet, always
Another,
Wearing out the shoes,
The veins, and soles.
I learned to love the world
From your waist down.
There is no end for travel.

We travel and travel more.
The buses fill, the jeepneys,
And the planes. The trains fill,
Terribly fill. Boracay fills.
And what a tedious postcard
This is,

When the whole point
Of the matter is this: that
We are bound, headed, destined
To someplace else,
Boundless, vast
And everlasting--
A non-lifetime--

Which pretty much answers
Why love does not return.
I think that love could,
But must not return.
And I will carry you on,
You,
On my back,
Just to prove it.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

serious
he said

why so serious
they asked

meanwhile mysterious
i know you like it, humans

my eyes flirt with every eye
without knowing

without realizing
i'm searching for trustable eyes

and why so serious
if that's the only way to reach a soul

I hate
          when dreams
                    feel like memories
                              you never had

She is the beginning
As well as the end
The best part of the middle
Then start over again

The sweet part of the taste
On the tip of your tongue
The wisdom of old
The giggle of young

She is the breeze
That blows in the Spring
The long distance call
That brings you close with the ring

The moment you hear
Someone say yes
She is the mystery
That hides in the guess

She is the hope
That you hold onto
The talk of the town
The brand in the new

The little crease
At the edge of the smile
She's the bees knees
The answer to why

She is all this and
She is all that
When it comes to it all
She's where it's all at

The universe is unnamed.
Time keeps forgetting his birthday.
Wind, fire, water, stars--
Shaped in our favor.

But when I love you,
You are a curve in a thumbprint.
When I love you, I am me.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Time
            elapses
                            regardles­s

Together..........or........... *apart


*Tormented in wending milliseconds

i'm a leaf
and my tree left me
some months ago
or: he set me free

there was
a lot of wind
so i'm taking my time
to reach to ground

i wake up
still falling
i go to sleep
still falling

i sit in a train
-falling-
and suddenly a song makes me cry
(tears falling)

i lie to friends
tell them i'm doing okay
i do not tell i'm actually skydiving
without a parachute

the wind, a twirl of emotions
plays with me
lifts me up just enough
so i can keep on falling

and i still haven't reached the ground

i'm still kind of alife

and everything i do is part of that movement called falling

will i ever reach the end?
yes!
and it will not be a crash
i will be catched
my fall is not unnoticed
my pain is not unseen

my Catcher
is watching me
knew i would fall before i knew there was a tree
and i can keep on falling
because i'll fall in His hand