You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...


-Walt Whitman


16.10.09

twist and turn













Questions twist

And turn

In my head—

Unsolved riddles

Hungry

Angry

Weary

For answers

Hiding in shadows

I couldn’t follow


Q
uestions turn

And churn

In my gut,

Burns the edge of my heart—

A sick carrousel ride

Of fate unkind

That binds

My will to walk

And talk

And think

And love.


Questions echo

A
nd say hello

Then bellow

My name—

You coward!

Feet moving backwards

Toward a past

That will not last

And to lust

Eating your face so fast.


Answers twist

And turn

And churn

And burn

In shadows

I couldn’t follow

Because myself is my foe

And its feet take me

To
rivers where truths don’t flow.





4 comments:

ZARA 札拉 said...

I always for your writing bro!

keep it up!

jonathan said...

Lovely!

gentle said...

this is intelligently written, ron. silent; simple, pero may dating. well at least para sa akin. ganda.

leslie said...

hi, ron. i miss your poems...

again, this one's a fantastic one to read over and over again...it hit a nerve, actually...

but i believe that cowards sometimes outwit the brave ones...because somehow, they survive...

well, it's just a thought