Greenish hills and alice blue skies
whimsical faeries wander along the timberlands
play hide and seek around pine groves
brimming the atmosphere with liquid of blithe.

a pair of cerulean eyes glitter under a lucid sun,
and reflected a thousand rainbows.
the feet you danced, headed forth to the ethereal grounds.
in those fleecy palms held a bouquet of fresh peonies.
as the wind huffs and grins, the fruit trees leafs begin to compose
as if in an orchestra house.
around my body flew a rabble of butterflies, your psyche is surreal.

"You came back"
I grasp to his muscular limbs, to fracture and to feel with seraphic love.

By the night the archaic moon hangs, all my dreamless night pulverized.
gory scenarios in my brain surrendered for an escape.

My heart pumps, my collarbones shrieks,
on our old bed, up-down, up-down, in-out, in-out....
"ah." the hue of a merry-go-round.


As the summer reborn, the reality seizes..
                    our love is immortal without a fullstop

-l.r

Hindi ang daan-daang kilometrong
lansangan at sanlaksang siklo ng oras
ang ating pagitan.

Hindi ang takot mula sa
pagkabihag ng mga uban
at oras, o ang pangarap na alapaap
ang ating pagitan.

Makailang ulit man tayong
igupo ng hapo at pagal
sa paglalakbay natin
patungo sa puso at pusod ng
ating mga kaluluwa,
wala tayong pagitan,

maliban sa pag-ibig natin sa isa't-isa.

Quests for questions are endless
For answers have been here,
And for so long, here we are,
searching the right questions.

The universe is the answer, so
What is the question? Your existence
Is the answer, so what is the question?
Civilization is the answer, so what is the

Question? Humanity is the answer.
Here, we pose the greatest delusion.
Not even the idols of philosophizing
Solved the riddles of being, time, and

Oblivion. But a perpetually perturbed
Mind is the right question to a quest
For meaning and being. This is not
Philosophizing, this is philosophy.

you* are the mirror kissed by
the beams of the sun thereon
showering light upon a dark,
slovenly and secretive corner
of a small room. As if

I am that small room
brightened with so much light
it blinded me, it troubled me, but
I loved the light not the mirror
that breaks...