The Metropolis Series: Part II, Scene I

PART II
Scene I: Modern Life Regression

Alone
the beggar
sits
beside the street
And hears the
thump
of pedestrian feet
An upturned
eye held
always
in darkness,
A blank
stare
with open mouth
and voiceless,
She hears
the trampling
by the passers-by
That tread her palace
of garbage,
their sty.

The leaves,
dried and wilted
from autumn
mourn
With plastic bags
and cardboard packs,
her home
Devoid of
voice
her tambourine
will ring
Of silence
broken
now she starts
to sing
Sshh-sshh-sshh-sshh,
sshh,
sshh,
sshh-sshh-sshh-sshh.
The melody
sounds true
her thought and wish.

'Gainst division,
oppression,
depression
She is
not them,
their silent delusions
Jailed by the famous modern life blueprint
Perfect vision
blurred
by luxury's tint
No. ring true
to this life
and dead
to false dreams
Sing loudly
now
and by your song
redeem.

Sshh-sshh-sshh-sshh,
sshh,
sshh.
finger on the lips.
The quiet gesture
crackles like a
whip
And ear
retorts
by instinct
driven
Quiet
the drivel of
groaning heaven
The tambourine fades.
a plea escapes. dead
To "life",
the blueprint
by a beggar bled.

Love and Eternity: XXXII

XXXII
"Love is..."

A 3-o'-clock conversation
on hopes and dreams,
A house and kids.
Surprise gifts and
suprise appearances.
A goodbye peck on the cheek
or a wake-up kiss while one sleeps.
An afternoon movie maybe,
or the last full show?
Or just dinner. Sisig.
It's not caring about your hair,
he'll be bald by then anyway.
It's a trike ride, a train ride
a taxi ride, even a carnival ride.
It's looking back and laughing
at the arguments, the fights
the dates, the movies, all those nights
Working late, miles apart
side by side.
It's every big thing,
every small thing
every baby step you take
I take alongside you.
It's a million things.
It's you and me.

Love and Eternity: XXXI

XXXI
“Simple Poem”

I'm not so good with makeshift rhymes
Lyrical stuff and pickup lines
Or being there whenever you please
Visiting you can never be done with ease
Even calls or messages I forget
Yet dearest darling before you fret
Once I promised to love you true
Until I die I'll stay with you
Despite everything, I'm always here
Untoward incidents I have no fear
During nights when you'd cram it all
Every second I'd be at your beck and call
See, I love you so much
On lonely times I'd imagine your touch
My body lives on this memory fuel
Unblemished this love of me, a fool
Can't you see, my love, I'll never go?
Here I'll stay, loving you so.

Love and Eternity: XXX

XXX
“Missing february Morning”

Misty coldness of the mystic morning
Yielding the skin to a tingling touch of
Fog covered in velvet tendrils clinging
Onto February dawn's satin glove.

(And the satin glove did trace my hands
To intertwine like the shifting sands.)

Upon the grassy earth I lie askew
Resting weariness on these fresh leaf blades
Then feel the prickling drops of wet dew
Encase my body as dear morning fades.

(Fading slowly to reality
Bring me back banal disparity.)

Except to me, forever is this day
Night stopped, noon stoppered and evening begone
Daylight eternal creeps in brightest grey
Until my love returns in a new dawn

Dawn of return, new welcome to old passion
Enter my morning, memories ashen