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Category Archives: Poetry
Mirage
Felt it was
Thought it was
But...it wasn't
There but absent
...warm but frigid
Unthinkable
...otherwise,
it could have been
It was there
or so I thought
But never was
...never should be
Everything so perfect
or so I thought
But everything
is nothing
...but a mirage
Like Leaves
Made to sprout
Nourished
Grow lush
Then deprived
They dry
Shaken
Pulled
Then detached
They descend
But before the eternal repose
Hither and tither they go
The wind will decide their fate
The wind will assign their grave
Bagong Taon Nanaman
PAIN’S BUT A MYTH
Venomous pain the Algea injected
In anguish and torment my soul screamed
“Journey to dreamland” Hypnos muttered
“Drown misery in my lake of dreams”
But Dionysus countered “Visit my vines
Feast upon my sweet magical grape
Submerge anguish in the lake of wine
Dream not in languor but while awake”
Aphrodite said “I’ll bring Helen
She can kiss your anxieties away
Frolic with her in Dionysus’ haven
While I hold Menelaus at bay”
When Thanatos arrived he whispered
“Down there anxieties have no domain
Hold tight my hands waiting is Hades
Let death vanquish distress and pain”
Rhea came last took my hand and smiled
Her turret crown beamed comfort and ease
On her laps I cuddled like a child
Then she told me “Pain’s but a myth”
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