How Aurora Lost Her Beauty

This Bed or How Aurora Lost Her Beauty
Apr. 3, 2010

Draper's The Gates of Dawn

The morning due hits the ground
As the morning bird’s first chirp sounds
I looked at the new day's dawn as it broke the sky
Tired eyes wondering why
‘Tis so lonesome on this bed
Warmth where it used to be; cold lay in your stead
Dawn's clouds tinged orange and blue
Yet the beauty could not imbue
The way it did with the happiness
When we use to watch it together, oh how it looked so blameless!
How our feet embraced and the light drew your face;
As it played with your smile and glistened off your eyes
For all the moments that I remiss
This most make me reminisce
Oh how beautiful the world when spring comes
Yet so shallow and cold; hollow and numb.

My Darling Before the Ball

Your Chinese Smile or My Darling before the Ball
Dec. 13 2009

Asencio's Scarlet Beauty

Curled black tresses glimmered against the light,
Black threads like sparrow’s plumage in flight.
It draped on skin, delicate and white.
Porcelain beauty in gleaming sprite.
Beauty in black dress, red lipstick and pink stilettos.
Blushed cheeks with dimples hallowed.
Your thin lips curled as they smile.
Simple beauty that made this night worthwhile.
On times I cannot find meaning to mine life,
Just your smile is enough to make it right.

The Little Death

The Little Death or Sweetest Ten Pence from Heaven
Feb. 12, 2010

Podkowinski's Frenzy of Exultations

The bumps on your skin that made me smile,
I traced them slowly, your moan erupted; none in guile
Lower lip is bit and red
Sucking air through teeth, the earth is shaking on this tiny bed
Thrusting and heaving, our sweat is pouring
Touching and caressing, our voices flailing
Slow and deliberate your head held back
Fast and savage your screams, they rack
As our muscles weaken the moments gets rosier
Like opening all of heaven’s doors, breaking spiritual barrier
The tingly feeling of our little deaths,
The moment of honesty, only of two lover’s breadth
Smoldering bodies of steamy excitement
Apex of life itself, then comes abatement
No such blessing could the Creator bestow
Than when your body and mine lay in this plateau
Your beauty is fulfilled; oh how divine
The euphoria when our bodies combine.

Imperfections

Imperfections
Feb. 15, 2010

 Dali's Galatea of the Spheres

The scar on your back,
The long legs you lack,
Your narrow shoulders,
The creases on you face that make you look older,
I love them all because they make you,
You think I’d trade them for another with blemish few?
Those hips you hate,
The skinny arms you berate,
Your tiny nose,
Your dried fingers and stubby toes,
I worship all though you may dislike them,
Your flaws make you perfect; my beautiful, my precious gem.
All the money in the world will never suffice,
Twice the offer to change them, I would not be enticed,
None more beautiful or complete,
No better happiness in me replete.

Rolling with the Punches

Rolling with the Punches
Feb. 7, 2010

"The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses--behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights." M. Ali

Ali vs. Norton, 1973

When the skies are cloudy, gray light of day
When the tracks are muddy, to your shoes’ dismay
You learn to suck it, through yea or nay
You’ll trudge through it night or day.

When your nose is bloodied, your ego is bruised
When your hands are buried, your soul abused
That’s when you pull everything, though your body is used
No glory more when spirit and body fuse.

When the punches are hard, and you want to surrender
That’s when the inner lion roars, beastly courage render
Because you know in your heart you can’t be the second contender
It’s not only through victory, but the greatness of the attempt, lays the splendor.

Empire of Dirt

Empire of Dirt or You and I, Against the World
Feb. 6, 2010

Millet's The Angelus

This little hovel with its busted sink
The rugged counter stained with your paints and ink.
The antique curtains, the peeling wallflowers,
Though the carpet is musty, we call it ‘ours’.
My bank account said zero, your car won’t start,
Yet we’ll change the world, I in politics and you with art.
These books I swore someday I’ll make millions,
With you, nothing is impossible in my aspirations.
When it’s cold outside and I got little hope,
It’s your warmth and smile, ‘tis how I cope.
Someday this nothing will make you proud,
You in my life are the silver linings in the clouds.

Poem on the Last Afternoon Up North

Saying Goodbye and Never Looking Back or Poem on the Last Afternoon Up North
Dec. 29, 2009

Afremov's Contemplation

I’m sitting here at the old square where we met,
Fought against all the urges of regret,
For all the things I did not say, for things I did not do,
For things I thought I knew, and the things I put you through,
The old pine trees where we laughed,
The bench where we wrote our names on our love’s behalf,
These are just little pebbles in our memories now,
Like the little moments we once avowed.
So I got up and walked away took one last look at my youth,
Best lesson in life is learning to accept the truth.

Sa Karikitan Siya Lumakad

Sa Karikitan Siya Lumakad
 Ni Lord Byron



Sa kagandahan siya’y lumalakad, gaya ng pag-lubog ng araw
Ng mga panahong walang ulap at langit na maybituin;
Lahat na sakdal sa liwanag at dilim
Tagpuan sa kanyang mukha at mata
Kaayaaya sa linaw na mabini
Tanging pinagkait ng langit sa matinag na araw.

Isang anino pa sana, isang sinag kuhanin,
Ang nagtago sa walang ngalang gilas,
Umaalon sa madilim na buhok,
Sa kanyang anyo ay nagalalaro;
Lahat ng diwa ito’y ipinalalaan
Anong puri, o anong irog nitong pinagmulan.

Sa pisngi at kanyang kilay,
Ang pagkaamo, ang pagkagiliw, lakip lamang ng pagkasigasig
Sa ngiting bumubuo, at kulay na umaalab;
Sabihin gaano sa ganda itong lumipas
Ang isip na ganap sa lahat,
Ang pusong wagas ang puri.

*my translation of Byron's poem.

Sunset at Kahalu'u

Sunset at Kahalu’u

Wait for me on the black rocks

As the timid waters lap against the silent shores

As cold foam washes the sands off your feet

Into the longing waters of the weary lagoon

There under the orange tint of fleeting light

And the veil of the whispering Pacific breeze

That flutters the leaves on the white church’s roof

And your black sun kissed hair against those lonely shoulders

Worlds away I’ll be there with you

As we share our feet in the same ocean; staring at the same retreating sun.

Painting

Painting
April 3 2011

Dali's My Wife

Painting

I loved you from the day the sunlight bounced off you

And into mine eyes, burning your picture into my mind.

The crystalline shimmer of your eyes glittering down the curvature of your nose,

Tracing the lines of your smile formed by the soft pink of your lips.

I longed for you when we were together, in the embrace of our youthful love,

And during the times when you were far, I imagined your voice next mine.

Remember when I closed my eyes and trace your face with my hands?

You asked me why and I said ‘twas to remember you even when I’m blind.

And I regretted ever remembering your face, with mine eyes and with my hands.

For I can still smell you, hear you, taste you, and feel you in my mind.

For I tried to forget you when you walked away as I pleaded you back.

Erase the sound of your cold voice when you said goodbye miles away one the last time.

It was foolish and hopeless to make you part of me,

For if I can make your real in my mind, who can erase it as I see you in those arms?

If I had done wrong it was to love; if a mistake t’was to love you most.

For even if I erase my mind black and void, the picture I painted would still be there.

The long black streaks for your hair and the sliver that line the shimmer of those tresses.

The darkened brown of your circled pupils, and the soft yellow of your perfect skin.

For if there was one great thing that I’ve created, one masterpiece I had made.

It was the image of light had made for me, here to stay till my memories are gone.

Jean Grey

Jean Grey

Feb. 2011

 Godward's The Delphic Oracle

Prepositions and nouns,

If yes, then you knew how you erased my frown.

Adjectives and verbs,

If not, then at least why the creases of my smile you made with art and verve.

You finish my sentences without saying a word.

Had I any means to say them, they would have been slurred.

You’re the subject, and shine is the predicate of my sentences.

My life is the object and I make no sense in your absence.