our time is fleeting
and it won’t take long
until we reach that end
where you’ll be leaving

What’s the big deal?
Those who obsess
Over the cruelest thing
And continue to address
All the problems it brings
Why even bother?
With that grueling temptation
That scars you so
resulting in a lifetime of medication
Who wants that?
Hurt set so deep
Forever a bleeding memory
Intruding on those nights hollow of sleep
Is it really worth it?
The sort of warmth you may feel
Although fleeting-
May it be real
May it be a memory worth keeping
What’s the reason?
For letting oneself fall
Right on their knees-
Becoming so small
As  light as the breeze
But maybe?
They might not want it at all-
Those pesky butterflies,
That siren call
Bringing your soul to life
Is it forced?
The speed of their heart
The feel, that warmth-
The pain of being torn apart
Why do it?
All one can ask for-
Is a companion in life
Life?
****** be the people-
Fate carries on no matter what
And love?
Always demands an encore!

It was a hot Sunday afternoon on my way to the bus terminal
Wearing khaki shorts, white converse, and my favorite blue shirt
Walking under the scorching sun like some Quiapo criminal
Craving for ***** ice cream and buy one like the woman on red skirt

Tired, I arrived at the terminal and heard the conductor shout,
“Lucena, Lucena, Lucena,” so I ran and immediately went on
There were a couple chattering and beside them their kid, a scout
Vendors selling Chicharon and Espasol and then they were gone

I can see from my seat most of the bus’ eccentric passengers
One is a weary mother and her cherubic baby crying out loud
A busy businessman on a call, and another is a group of fashioners
But I thought these were all temporary, a transient crowd

So, I stared beyond the vast plains and the nature in disguise
None was ever permanent in this episode, my deep introspection
But one thing I know is certain as sure as the sun will rise
That is slowly I am nearing home, I’m sure of my destination