(a cluster of 10W)



When
      dusk
             is
       nigh

and
    creamy
             full
          moon's
               up
         high

:::::::
think light,
      ::::::  close your eyes

imagine skies,
       ::::::  then, slowly... s  i  g  h

::::::::

dark
    silence
            bares
       holes...

...opens
      dialogue
              'tween
                   man
                and
           soul

::::::::

inner
     self
         whispers,
                "patch
           h o l e s  ---

...amend
         ways--    
             again,
                   be
        w h o l e ---                            

::::::::

rise---when hurled to the ground
life---is a merry-go-round                                    
::::::::

...now,
      feel---
         night's
                soothing  
          calm ~ ~ ~

...nurtures
             soul    
                 like
         healing
    balm ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Sally

Copyright July 8, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Oh, how there is never enough
time for a person to
be alone.

Life's greatest treasure
is loneliness;
finding peace in the silence,
sanctity in the solitude.

If I were super
I'd be no hero
I'd be the spirit of vengeance
For those too weak
To stand for themselves
The victims of the world
I'd spend every waking moment
Hunting down those
Who seek to destroy
Lives,
The rapists,  and killers,
Abusers, and bullies,
The corrupt,  and thieves
In all corners, in every tiny village
Every grand government building
All would pay
None would stay.
I'd be no hero
For I'd spare no mercy
I wouldn't make the world blind
Its been sightless
Since man learned to lie
If only I were super,
so I could not be a hero.

The poem be the knife
That is indeed very sharp
.                                      and can easily cut the brain
.                                      where you will fill its meaning!

When I was small
I walked on fairy dust and
my dreams were as tall
as skyscrapers towering
above the universe
inside of me, was the galaxy.
I was born of the cosmos,
full of light and love
passionate in my quest to
give this to others.
But as I grew my star began to fade,
stars need love and light to survive
and deprived of both my blazing fire
transformed into weak candlelight.
At school I had learnt it was easier
to hide your light
than to stand out as different
and be extinguished in an instant.
So I kept myself to myself
at the back of the class,
knowing the answers but not
shouting them out.
I daydreamed, and doodled
stars on the corners
of my books, all the while
I could hear the universe
calling out to me to trust,
that we are all born of this
cosmic stardust.