Kini kataw-anan kung giunsa nga gipasagdan ang mga butang,
Kini nga bililhon nga kinabuhi;  tam-is kaayo, halangdon kaayo,
Giunsa mawala ang matag segundo,
Bisan pa ang tanan nga adunay gyud kanato mao ang oras.

Unya unsa man kung kalit nga nawala kini?
Unsa man kung mohunong ang pagsubang sa adlaw?
Komosta kung nahurot na ang imong oras?
Mahulog ba ang usa ka luha gikan sa hingpit nga mga mata?

Lisud kini nga hatagan kahusay,
Sa tanan nga mga pagbati nga gibabagan namon,
Pagsulay ra sa paghunahuna sa uban pa,
Padayon nga nagtan-aw sa orasan.

Nakakatawa kung giunsa nga gipasagdan ang mga butang,
Kini nga bililhon nga kinabuhi, pamilya ug mga higala,
Bisan kung makita mo sila adlaw-adlaw,
Unsa ang mahinabo sa pag-abut naton sa katapusan?

Talagsaon ang mga tawo nga nahimamat,
Ug kung unsa ang ilang reaksyon sa balita,
Ang uban nangalagiw, bisan ang uban magpabilin,
Ang uban magsaulog, o makuha ang mga blues.

Apan ang matag usa magbag-o sa imong kinabuhi,
Ug ang labing kaayo magpabilin sa imong tapad,
Hatagan ka mga gakos, magpadayon nga okupado ka,
Kana ang mga tinuod.

Nakakatawa kung giunsa nga gipasagdan ang mga butang,
Kini nga bililhon nga kinabuhi, dili sigurado,
Sa yano, kini ang damgo sa matag usa,
Aron adunay usa ka butang nga luwas ug luwas.

Aron mahimamat ang Usa, mabuang ang gugma,
Minyo ug magsugod usa ka pamilya,
Tingali dili kini ingon ka daghan,
Apan kana nga damgo hinungdanon kanako.

Kini usa ka damgo nga kanunay nakong gitinguha,
Usa nga nahadlok ako nga tingali dili makakita kahayag,
Kay wala kini gisaad sa bisan kinsa sa aton,
Bisan, alang kanako, husto ang pamati niini.

Dili ako sigurado kung unsa na kadugay ako nga nahabilin dinhi sa yuta,
Ug kung kini ang katapusan nga higayon nga akong nakuha,
Gusto nakong ibilin kini nga timaan,
Aron dili ka makalimtan tanan.

Kung unsa ang kahulugan sa matag usa kanako,
Dili gyud ko makalusot,
Kung dili tungod sa kalainan nga nahimo,
Sa matag usa sa inyo.

Nakakatawa kung giunsa nga gipasagdan ang mga butang,
Kini bililhon nga kinabuhi, matam-is kaayo, Halangdon kaayo,
Giunsa mawala ang matag segundo,
Bisan pa ang tanan nga adunay gyud kanato mao ang oras.

Palihug ayaw kalimti ang regalo nga gihatag kanimo,
Ang abilidad sa pagkatawa, higugmaon ug mabuhi,
Ayaw buhii ang gihigugma nimo,
Ipakita sa ila ang tanan nga gugma nga mahimo nimong mahatag.

Hinumdomi ako sa umaabot nga mga tuig,
Sa diha nga napildi ako sa away ug kinahanglan moadto,
Daghang salamat sa mga butang nga imong nahimo,
Apan ang oras, nagdumili kini aron mahinay.

Kini kataw-anan, kung giunsa ang pagkuha sa mga butang alang sa gihatag,
Kini nga bililhon nga kinabuhi, ang mga butang nga imong nakita,
Giunsa ang yano nga pagpanaw sa matag segundo,
Ug oras;  ang oras nawala na alang kanako.

Hardly Hidden

for Helen,
the High Definition brunette momma among us

there are tracks in your arm
ready visible
to all those
with a personal microscope
if one
optically
examines the empty spaces
tween your poem-words....

the exterior all smiles,
whooping it up,
children, all smiles,
tumbling, breaking things,
ceilings collapsing, winters arriving,
as is the way of the kids
and nature,
inexorable,
occasionally
breaking you to
smile too

Abut to all this
is the contentiousness,
the aboriginal sense of loss
for what once was,
plain out in
in the secret messages sent
and
you know
you own
my all
unuttered utter devotion

we need no qualification
of what we are

we are friends,
not drinking buddies,
the straight out
semi-secret fans
of each other

thousands of miles apart
of simple purity borne,
you warm me
with endless jokes
and familial tales

and I thank you
for sharing, for trusting,
me with that troubling notion
that I am missing
a sorrowful deepening
that is
after a wellness examination

hardly hidden**

but t'is heard around the world,
gunshot to my heart,
come to me when
ever
is understood that this
paean ~ pain ~ poem
is a simple wayfarer's way
of declaring
forever

I know you are sleeping now,
but when  the fall sun breaks,
here is hoping me that you
break into private tears
in private places
like the ones decorating me,
celebrating
the best of what
humans
can be

Restless Encounter

Returned from the graveyard shift
I needed a lift
Puppy eyes shut
Barks abut

I couldn't sleep
So I counted sheep
One, two, three, four
There's  a knock at the door

It's an old cougar
That wants to borrow sugar
Coast was clear
I had no fear

Two hours later
The gator was catered
It's back to sleep
Counting sheep

Halfway to fourty
Lawn mower sounds, oh lordly
Two hours later
The gator's  a hater

It's back to sleep
Counting sheep
Twist and turned twenty five
And more unneeded jive

Alarm clock set for wrong time
Chime, chime, chime
Can you believe that
The gator spat

It's back to sleep
Counting sheep
I see her in the lea
Playing with me

Her wool a nice set
As my gator's lip wet
And this time the wifely returns
My insides want to burn, burn, burn

My gator sighs
As she says hi
Hi I weep, weep, weep
Please I need some sleep

She looks (esoteric) at me
With that look of plea, plea, plea
She wants her sugar fix, too
My gator singing it's blue

My eyes want to close
But there she blows
Chime, chime, chime
Wifely having a good time

On top of the train track
Gators attacked
His sheep counting on him
To stop the bedlam

Logan Robertson

9/6/17

Warning, take care
Hazardous to the health,
Caution, be careful
Take care of yourself.

No one warned me abut you
I circled around you for months
No one told me to keep my distance,
Told me to run, run, run

But I see it now, oh, I understand
I should have known you were dangerous.
I realize now that I've dug this hole myself

And I ******* adore it.

"Caution," label for that voice
I can't remember what I said.
Overexposure, could've ran
But you always get into my head.

"Hazardous Materials," for the the words you say
I'm tripping into walls when I remember
Under my skin, in my head
You send me reeling, the world's a blur.

"Warning," for your smile
It keeps me up at night
When I've turned off every light
But you're still so ******* bright.

"Careful," for your laugh
My face aches from smiling so often
It's contagious, your happiness,
Warmer than the ******* sun.

Where's the warning label on you?
Because I'm worried for my health.
I thought I was safer than anyone
But good god, you make me melt.

Hush little child
Don't you fear
Mommy is fine
It's just a tear
I feel the guilt
I feel the sorrow
If only I had someones strength to borrow
To fight for you
To fight for me
But mainly for you
I'd take it again is I could have you forever
But his fists took you his feet took you
And he borrowed the strength of 10 men while i had the strength of 1
The odds were against me
But I fought anyways
Mommy is okay
She just misses you
Mommy dreams of you every night and wishes for you when she wakes up
Wishes you could grow up on the smell of blooming grapefruit like she did
Mommy loves you
No matter what
Mommy will fall sometimes
She will cry and she will wake up crying for you
But you don't have to worry because mommy knows your walking street of gold and buildings made of stars.
Mommy will break down some times
But don't you worry mommy is fine
Mommy will light candles for you on your birthday
Candles that smell like vanilla and coconut
Sweet smells will fill the air for you
For mommy's sweet little angel
Mommy will hold your memory close
Mommy will think abut those blue eyes and blonde hair
Mommy will remember the softness of your cheek against her lips
Mommy will hurt
But mommy hurts because she loves you
Mommy is thankful to have met you
Mommy will tell the world of your existence and she will never let your name leave her thoughts
Mommy will love you forever
and ever
Even if she didn't get forever with you
Mommy will forever love you
Cherish you
And remember you in the most beautiful ways
Mommy will dream of you
Mommy will never let you go
Because I'm your mommy
And mommy loves you

the lights flicker on
the lights flicker out
i can still hear her voice bouncing off these empty walls
can still see her shadows on the walls
can still smell her

The lights flicker on
The lights flicker out
im almost forgetting the doctors words
she cant be dead that cant be true
He lied the doctor had to
Shes going to see me soon walk through that door laughing

The lights flicker on
The lights flicker out
But she is dead i know she is
Why would she do that
Why would she drink
Why would she drive
Didn't she know how much that would hurt me
She had to why couldn't she just called someone
Why did she have to die
I hate her for that

The lights flicker on
The lights flicker out
I don't even care honestly
I have not showered for five days
have not been able to leave my bed for 10
But i don't care abut her
I don't need her
And i'm fine
I don't need anyone not even myself

The lights flicker on
The lights flicker out
Why couldnt have been me
I would have rathered it be me
Why couldn't i have ran in the car
I would trade my life to go back
To tell her not to go
Its all my fault why didn't i warn her
I could've please trade my life

The lights flicker on
The lights flicker out
Its been two months now
I'm okay
Shes gone i cant change that
No one can change that
Its not my fault
I'm not mad
I will find love again
It still hurts when i think of her
Still breaks me down
But i'm okay
But i'm moving forward
because i have too

headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova
   seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut
preserved within mine follicular pores, sans
I secured per woof and meow wing warp organic matter
   heir in to fore shielded from elements akin to thatched hut
aware wrenching kamikaze eradication
   of countless critters from many Godaddy longlegs;

   creepy crawlers, hops scotching,
   shimmying with schmaltz, moon walks, et cetera
   lost when germ warfare obliterated vast majority
   since advent of civilization ordained
   Proletariat and Plebeian Primate  
   (cherishing, fostering, insulating
   bon mot infinitesimal dot re: future mutt)
dogs and also cats off limits

   asper demise of other creatures decimated – tut tut
atop thine noggin housed (within thimble size nut)
rare and near extinct flora and fauna, what
species of plants and animals, whose preserve comprised
   equivalent of indigenous village people huddling within microscopic yut.

Thus, this bipedal simian angst riddled at experiences
   forced at figurative crossroad
when itching scalping a dead giveaway clue
   to lather up hirsute growing via bald faced code
at further expense invisible life forms such action would erode
fast dwindled diversity, hegemony, longevity
   i.e. population except **** Sapiens who didst goad

forefingers needed to massage and scrub thine scalp
   as like a field getting hoed
sometimes applying solely cold water **** to un load
a healthy plethora, where gushing shower head would send them
down the drain perhaps displacing their meal times,
   or feasting on louse see pie ala mode
aware that survival odds regarding

   getting thru water treatment plant, premonition aye node
and greater chance to avert total mortal kombat avoided
   if I trekked to Antarctic anti pode
so...similar to other occasions necessitating me
   to lather 50 shades of gray –

   as if subjected to being snowed
quite aware many people would avoid me like the plague
(which reaction eagerly embraced) if knotty,
   oily, straggly natural headresss
hence, this outlier surrendered got gently toad
value of hygience lost as if playing tictactoe x/oed.