metamorphosis

Conformity

2010-09-04T18:48:00.000-07:00

A weather
in its serenity,
unperturbed.
collected inspite of
deranged
astuteness

Art, skillfully in-sync.
Human soul- a cauldron
for opposing forces.

good & evil
seething...

Can't eat me away

2010-07-04T21:16:00.001-07:00

Something akin
To a termite is troubling me,
It eats its way to my heart

Undermines my mind
But yet heightening
My other senses.

A nightmare foretold
The little critter
Is ravenous like a lion.

Healers fill
The hollowed-out flesh
I scream and turn!

Blinded eyes,
Sooner will heed
My thew must repulse

On my way

2010-01-15T01:21:00.001-08:00

It is not like my sorrow has ended.

The room did not alter
when he came in.
Not anymore.
Words have loosened
and gone are
the invented phrases.

The islands are silent now.
Sea at rest and
the wind is unimposing.
My love is of no use
for him who never was

Not his fault.
My endless journey has
started long before he
dared to dream

along the way,
he walked back to
his true self

after the drought

2010-01-10T00:44:00.000-08:00

...and the earth
embraces the first rain
that unlocks the sweet and sour
smell of sod's spore

a steady driblet
synced with pain
of growing spirit.

eyes bursting in fury
as tracks unfold...

(the unholy residues folded in dreams
are roadblocks to freedom)

in the midst,
the rain lingers...
and the earth is left
in its own volition

.

folded hearts

2009-10-09T16:52:00.001-07:00

blighting gust
bellowing.
gnawed a bone,
resolved with
a closed window.

distressed with solitude
yet, taking pleasure in
the weathering

the muteness
of walled-spirit
feigns peace,
quietude sans love
is death...

.

Falling

2009-10-04T17:06:00.000-07:00

...of the clearing
of the trees,
a leaf sustain
the load of sorrow

silent and penetrating,
he who holds the glass
that bends the sunlight
somewhere...
multifaceted.
turning away
from my direction

the growing hours
of the silent autumn wind
carries the incandescent hues
impressed on a leaf.
a memory. falling.

specter

2009-09-10T23:15:00.000-07:00

Nothingness
filled the air-
no rippling of water
where the shadows fall.

As darkness grows
narrowing the prairie,
the sounds descend
to the crevices
of the earth
in growing silence

All-knowing earthlings
deny the intricacy
of the spirits,
A deep spring
exceeding death

Slowly the waning moon
merges with
the early sun

Sufferers levitate
from the deep
forgetting dreams.

My sleep is shallow.
Father has risen
but to die again
on the cross

tears penetrating
the transitory
darkness...

still coming

Destiny

2009-09-08T19:59:00.000-07:00

With fairy dust
of altered belief
I sprinkled some
powdery sugar

on a worn-out bee
trapped on my side
of the screened-window.

whose spirit is entwined
with your destiny?

My flesh quivers...
Drawn towards the edge
certainty

In the subterranean depth,
the buzzing sound
grows dimmer.
Death! wielding
over life

A transient passage
into a place
I long to understand

The Ebb

2009-08-20T13:53:00.000-07:00

( english translation of the poem "Hunas" by Genica Mijarez)

you can't hear
the silent muttering
of the sea everytime
it curls up to
the edge of the land.

from afar, a fisherman's
lamp is a flickering speck
sporadically concealed
by darkness
as the waves whisper,
a dream sails
with the monsoon wind.

it will take a long stride
through the shoals
to reach a distant sea...

only, in the twilight
a boat lugs
a fitful bounty
impassioned with
the salty water's
biting and tender embrace

Just A Thought

2009-08-07T16:53:00.000-07:00

last night...
I thought we flew
through a storm
and had been swallowed

I watched both of us
spinning in
between dreams.
Athrill with unborn joy,
entranced with
unfelt-touch

I compared
your hazy face
with the picture
on my window...

Should we fly
to the periphery
of this world
and be racked with
self-reproach?

I'm grappling
with words
swindled with
sighs and ardor

I wanted more.

But a thought
is just a thought.

Far Off

2009-07-23T18:16:00.000-07:00

...surprisingly
it was sunny when
he said goodbye,
I expected rain.
For him, no strings.

his gazed altered,
for her still...
He let go of me

from up high,
the islands
are fading
the passing warmth
of an unsettling
sunset was as bright
as a gaping wound

many years had passed.
being dead. But
coming still...

relocating feelings
never.

gone

intoxicating thoughts

2009-07-15T23:37:00.000-07:00

The veils of clouds
gave me
this liberty
of gazing,
without stinting
At mid-noon sky
daringly,
into the strangeness
Of the sun's
incalculable ray
in anytime...
will be darting into
my confusion

That will make
me forget my
name...

Utterly Unuttered

2009-07-14T00:40:00.000-07:00

...finally alone,
plunged
on the loveset
at Starbucks.
The conversation
at the next table
drowned out
Paul Simon's
"American tune"

I wish I've brought
a book.
Somehow,
I've managed
to tune out
the transparency
of tones

...easy for them
but not for us,
still strangled.
Feelings unuttered
seem guiltless
however...
what we desire kept us in prison

A Quest

2009-07-08T15:26:00.000-07:00

we are lovers
Of words
shaping nature
into our names

With wings
to soar
the sky's
farthest corner;
descend the deepest sea,
perceive the beauty
of darkness

And the night sky
may light up
and burn our wings

But we've tried...
unidled and unbored

we have witnessed
the true color
of the rainbow

An Intruder

2009-07-07T22:26:00.000-07:00

A loon,
glides to and fro
disturbs
the steady
rippling,
sinking its own
shadow.
Lost in
the deep.
Through dark
Water,
fearing death
where rocks
are hostile
Souls,
untouched by
light.

A haiku, "drizzle of the rain"

2009-06-22T18:54:00.000-07:00

Communing with a god

2009-05-09T03:22:00.001-07:00

Through an ant's view
an unhindered eye of a needle;
words are breathing
An ongoing flow,
yet I am in trance

But your glazed-over eyes
are oblivious of the wind
Your words are sharp,
scathing my senses.
If only in silence you can see
the dream that drifts...

Puffed up podiums
are like balloons when pricked
Together with the dust;
we are minuscules consumed
by the hollow of the earth.

Strands of words
are but tools spiralling
in zigzag course; trapped
in pride.
may the wind take us,
let the time dissolve
in between.Without an image
we'll blend...

The snow-eater

2009-05-07T02:39:00.000-07:00

The "snow-eater"

a forceful chinook wind
striding fast, unminding;
"snow-eater", the Indians say.

along the path separating
the pond and traffic
are my heavy footsteps.

the sky is darkening now...
arch-shaped dusky clouds are
like bloody wounds
dripping through
the evergreen leaves

words of goodbyes
are piercing.
on a moonless night,
dreams are casting no shadows

a warm wind in the mid-winter
can appease but can't unbreak
a heart as you.

inexact science

2009-05-07T02:33:00.000-07:00

an eye, squinting
through a microscope
bits and pieces unveiling.
almost naked.
an entity suspended
between heaven and earth
by a thread.
(or it could be the observer
forging an image of oneself?)

loving you is like
a sunlight-
heavy on my back,
two hours after the noon,
I, chasing my own shadow.

Inward

2009-05-02T02:11:00.000-07:00

...a stone should be
thrown back to the water
to regain its luster.
And when the sun
dissolves in the rippling,
I'll just close my eyes
to deny the darkness
and submerge to dreams.

The fallacy of words
that both claimed us
leaving indentations
enticing to fill
the vacuum...

I am still sleepless
dreaming of dreams

be still...

2009-04-23T02:43:00.000-07:00

be still...

Sky vis-a -vis the horizon
light creeps in...
a new day unravels before these eyes,
the axis of maelstrom...

Peeved- time winnowing unreality_
my limitations...
an entangled-self

Pen unleashing
words that elude me
screaming in silence to the wind
a spongy body, consuming
...the angst...

Can wisdom function in this walled- thought?
...wring the wind! ...
to unform this image of oneself
...to freedom! ...
an unfading color
of the rainbow...

candice salazar

a haiku: this old guitar

2009-04-11T02:11:00.001-07:00

His Poetry

2009-04-09T01:51:00.000-07:00

...from a high plain,
a poet renders
a flowing stream
of emotions.
Where pleats
of seasons unfold,
responding to
the wave of his hand.

a clock's beatings,
in tune with
the heart's unveiling
of illicit storyline

In silence, an
unfitting artist
is in agony...
with unclear role
she is at hand

a fictitious character
setting her heart
to be a part of...

this true story

candice salazar

Me...

2009-03-26T18:23:00.000-07:00

( English translation of Ric S Bastasa's poem
"Ang akong kaugalingon")

like a wind-blown
feather past the
clouds, I settled
on a high cliff.

A beautiful expanse,
in its entirety
is unsealed.
Brimful with joy

However,
my transparent soul
begs the wind...

Unto my abode
where I belong,
to caress the grass

be stung by jagged pebbles;
to feel the roughness
of dried-up clay

to touch,
the fragments of my past.
And pick up the pieces

before everything ceases...

A love nearing its end

2009-03-21T23:44:00.000-07:00

As I walk in this
dead winter, the moon
is silently moving
above the trees.

Its dimming lights
are pushing through the branches,
running through the traces
of the past
hoping to find a resolve
of his throes.

Sharp are his words
has become. Slashing,
taking a monstrous shape.

The wind is shifting.
Swiftly drifting through
my pain.

From afar,

a light is flickering...

A promise to forbid
this heart to want
him again.