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...
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
Questions 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
And 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.
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4 comments:
I always for your writing bro!
keep it up!
Lovely!
this is intelligently written, ron. silent; simple, pero may dating. well at least para sa akin. ganda.
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
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