Sa lahat ng mga bumati
gayon din po sa mga nakaalala
Ngayon ako po'y tumabi
Sa gilid, kalakip ang Pagpapala
ramdam man ang talab
ng Araw sa aking balat
Tila ba hapding may Alab
na dulot ng tama ng Bala
itong Nilalaman ng aking isip
at nais mailipad ng aking pisi
yaring mga katagang may talas
Ngunit sa Tugmaan po ay salat
Gayon ma'y ipinaaabot ko pa rin sa Tala
Sa tulong ng hanging merong tubig alat
Ngunit di kailan man mangangalawang
ang taos puso kong pasasalamat sa lahat
sapagkat paikot-ikotin man ang radar..
.......Ang radar ay radar pa rin
kahit pa takasan at baliktarin!


Sa ating lahat...Umagang Kay ganda
Simula na muli ng bagong pag-asa

©November 02,2020

Crack your rib cage open,
Peel back the bones.
Release the creature
Inside your chest,
Let it out to roam.

Let it create the chaos
That's hiding under your skin,
Simmering in your blood,
Filling up your lungs,
Drowning you from within.

Catch a fading star
Hold me now in Mars
If the universe goes a bit far
Don't worry, let the world stare through

Catch a burning supernova
Hold me now in Neptune
If the universe seems blue
Don't worry, the world won't fade away too

Catch an interminable wormhole
Hover over the rings of Saturn
If the universe feels like a cradle
Don't worry, the civilization can depend on you

Just let the stars shine on you, you fool
On the moon

She squirmed and wriggled in absolute anticipation, just loving it, eagerly ready for what would come, love making in the most special and intimate way. Slowly Nigel moved his fingers up and down Stacy’s pussyanthamicatrical, enjoying the tightness of the plastic

though she was moist in her nose. The material of her ******* was soaked by dryness, science reversal. Part of her skirt would be but that didn’t matter. Soon she would be naked, not needing any

second skin to hide her beauty; that was left to her third. They had no secrets or inhibitions. Except skin.

I love it.
But grow trees to adumbrate it’s anima.

To force a mascaraed upon its glow.
Tarp my elation for it.
It’s guttural.
I feel my definition eave when I do it.

Alien cliques called societal norms.
Make such a scintillating activity, abnormal.
I hurt no one through such a cosmetic lust.
Fabric is not a great medium for harm.

I cringe at such struggles.
For gender roles and such.
One shouldn’t care of what other think.
God knows I’m a hypocrite to state that.

I want to share my “taboo” with someone dear.

I need to.

Anyone who struggles with personal enjoyment.
Doing things that are no harm to others, but are considered deviant.
I would love to leave you with a quote.

“I am human, nothing human is alien to me.”

Where whatever clothes you want to.
Love whoever you want to with their consent.

Maybe something I don't know about happened in the past.

Perhaps someone took away my heart.

Or is it just me?
Because everyone I meet makes me feel like I'm just so hard to love.

And now...they find it odd, that I like it so much in the dark.