Poetic Doses: 9 Days. 9 Lives.

#365daysofpoetry Days 110 to 118

9 days.  9 lives. 10 poems.

Art By Ferdie Cacnio

Days of endless wakings

And aimless wanderings;

Finally at the throes of sleep

I fall in grateful surrender,

That body, mind, heart and soul

Find rest, wrapped in a blanket of dreams.

At the "Lion King" musical

There is nothing as pure, profound and complete as a child's love.

Photo By JM Gustilo

There is
   Distance
      Time
   Circumstance
      and Consequence.

   Dynamic.
      Transforming.

And yet there is ...
   My love.
      Still.
   Unchanging.

For you.
   Only.

Photo By: JM Gustilo

Shower upon me

Stardusts;

Blessings and graces

To shine me through the night.

When darkness surrounds me

And shadows are ominous,

Sprinkle stardust upon my nose

That I might remember to look up;

Squinting to find You

In the littlest, most persistent of lights.

Art By: @lizaflowers via IG

What makes up a good person?

How does one breed good humans?

A soul chipped from God's Spirit.

A heart molded into His likeness.

A mind that sees with His eyes.

Yes.

But how?

How does one safeguard the purest of stars

From the corruption of darkness?

How does one protect

From monsters within?

How does one run

From ghosts of the past?

How does one breed perfectly good humans

Despite one's imperfection

Amidst a world preying on itself?

How?

Photo By:  JM Gustilo

A million years

I have waited

For one

To whisper my name.

Until then I remain lost

Unnamed and uncharted.

Art By:  Migs Villanueva

Under the moon's pale light

The tug of Love's first heatbeat

As drops of her silent tears fell

The vow to safeguard a heart so fragile.

Art By: Ma'Dee Osabel

For, when sleep engulfs me,

I shed my wings.

And, until I dip my toes in coffee,

There shall be no angel here.

Art By:  Migs Villanueva

For all that war ever brings are

Ghosts in the wind

Faceless children that roam the streets

Fatherless, motherless and aimless

An entire generation

Borne out of grief, resentment and anger.

Sculpture By Ma'Dee Osabel

And, in the end,

When all is lost ... and forgotten

I ask only for honesty, 

The courage to own your truth.

(dahil sa #sawakasmusical ; #5years Filipino version)