Pretty In Pink

Gnarled

Limbs stretched wide

Shielding and protecting

I sit beneath

Happily content

Knowing

You are there

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Blues I Don't Mind Havin'

The News

The dark

Seductively called her name

She welcomed its comfort

With opened arms

He's dead

In the cold

Dank blackness

Of her mind

The news

Collapsed

Like a heavy stone

Spiraling down

Into grey gloppy matter

Leaving both

The sensations

Of devastation

And elation

She huddled

Fetal position

Face buried amid

Elbows and knees

Hands spotless

She was pleased

Wild eyes

Staring through

Inky skies

Sparkled with

Starry hope

She didn't have

To tie the rope

Between them

The dropped shoe

They both knew

Vengeance

Was due

The corners

Of her bow shaped lips

Twitched

Into a feral grin

Tonight

She will celebrate

With her old friends

Tonic and Gin

He's dead

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Good Morning Sunshine

Moringa Oleifera

This is the moringa oleifera or what the locals in PI call kamunggay or malunggay.  Most everyone grows this wonderful tree in their yard. Though delicate and fragile looking they are packed with vitamins, minerals and antioxidants, it's considered a superfood.  They add the tiny green leaves to soups, omelettes, spaghetti as well as other dishes.  They are delicious!  The pods that grow from the trees are also edible, the first year's growth but subsequent growths become bitter over time.  I haven't had the pleasure of trying the pods yet but I will eventually.  Yummy stuff!

Nature's Columns

Island Sunset

I kneel

In reverence

Savoring the last

Of your golden touch

Before the moon

Caresses me

With her

Incandescence

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Native Tongue

They spoke to me

In their native tongue

Of the birds

And all of nature

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From Afar

I see you there

Beautiful and serene

A peek of brilliance

Is all you are willing

To offer

So I shall stand here

Admiring from afar

Fear keeping me rooted

Lest I get too close

And drown in your

Beguiling charms

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I Didn't Ask And It Didn't Tell

Frightening beauty

Succulent Vine

Naked Truths

Your passion receded

I am left exposed

To naked truths

I can't deny

Low tide

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Aloof

She stands alone

Aloof

Distant

The bonfire

Smoldering

In her soul

Shrouded

With fragility

Undiscovered

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Well Preserved

Beauty

Well preserved

For all eternity

To never know

Vulnerability

To never know

Life

Frozen

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Cyclone

I'm a cyclone

With no clear

Destination

Head and feet

Set on high velocity

Continuation

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In A Muddle

I'm lost

In these thoughts

Of hearth and home

Fears I've fought

Bloody battles

In my dome

A sea of white

And heaping piles

Of light

Ramble in

Confusion

Maximum

Air flow

Distribution

Ideas

Not yet written

In stone

Or carved in bone

Changes ever moving

From door to sliding door

Minimal is the key

(In my view)

To lasting beauty

But it might not be

For you

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Tempering

I'm going through

An artistic tempering

I'm out of sorts

Quite disconcerting

If I fail, fail, falling

To my demise

It's no surprise

Maybe tomorrow

I shall reprise

My calling

Don't mind me

I'm only

Preposterously

Posturing

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Etched On Glass

Separated by glass

Cleansed of the memories before

Today

I am etched on its smooth surface

Catching silent tears

Before falling to the floor

I watched as he strolled away

Towards a life of plenty

Today

The distance widens

There is no way

He could stay

He turned to me one last time

A final goodbye

Today

I blew him a kiss

He caught with a flick of his wrist

And together they traveled, high

While I

Stand below

Today

Fingerprint impressions

Etched in hushed sorrow

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Burnt

Parched cracked lips

Too sore to fully close

Not a hint of wetness

On her dry shriveled tongue

Even her blood didn't want

To be exposed

How did I get here

In this barren wasteland?

She wondered

For the millionth time

This world of sand and sun

Take it from her

She wasn't having any fun

She lay exhausted

On the smooth glassy grains

Eyes closed

Praying for rain

While fiery rays

Pinned and needled

Her painfully

Blistered skin

Her last breath

In defeat

Oh Lord, I give in

How funny...

She thought

Her very last thought

Cafe au lait

My natural hue

But I can burn

Oh baby burn

And I never even knew

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Snapshot

I stared out

At the Adriatic

In a trance

Breathless

The sea's wealth of

Emeralds, sapphires, diamonds

Multifaceted

True jewels shimmering

In the midday light before me

Kissed

By the golden rays

Of the sun

I, along with the other

Backpacked foreigners,

Quietly sat

Taking in its beauty

Words can do it no justice

Maybe, diminish it somehow

Time and we

Stood still

While sailboats floated

Gracefully by

Fragile in the distance

I wanted to take a picture

A memento

Of this place

On this wall

Lovingly preserved

For over eight hundred years

But I couldn't

It wouldn't be the same

Instead, I captured the essence

The oneness

The serenity

Snapshot

Eternal in my memory

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Quicksilver

Memories are an awful thing

Faded and wispy

Flowing intangibly

From one room to the next

Smiling one second

A few later, vexed

Balls of quicksilver

Rolling down my arm

Ever fascinating

And elusive

Exquisite

And destructive

No

I don't wish to capture

The whole

In the palm of my hand,

No Renaissance woman

Am I

Just ordinary

Getting by,

Its toxic poison

Seeping into my skin

Relics of sin

But I don't mind

The whispers

Mercury delivers

On beating wings

A reminder of things

Best forgotten

But maybe better yet

Never ever to forget

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Tattered Plans

Tattered plans I grasp

With impatience 

And expectancy

Frayed edges

From a thousand fingers

Handling my future

Hopes and dreams

Dog eared

Scribbled notes

Ideas

In my penmanship

Unreadable to everyone

But me

Surreal

But

Absolutely real

Simple dreams

Of a simple life

Full of words and color

Contained

Within concrete

And glass

Surrounded

By flowering trees

And grass

Fantastic in its

Normality

And variation

I aspire

To dance

Write and sing

Barefoot

While my lovies fly

With outstretched wings

Floating on a

Soundless sweep

Of positive chi

Zen flowing

In sheer delight

I inhale

Cleansing

Energy

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I Am Mad

I ranted heatedly

To a messenger

Before sitting down

To reflect

Why?

In the world

Am I so angry?

This feeling of

Disrespect

Typhoons

Within me

Slashing

At my thoughts

Such temper

Is not justified

But still

I am mad

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San Lazaro

My reality

Is out of place

Here

San Lazaro

Not syncing

With the natives

Nor the aliens

Copulating

Indigenes

Why

Are my thoughts

So foreign

I understand

Where they

Come from

And why

They migrate

But my essence

Does not compute

May-Decembers

Everywhere

I blush

In embarrassment

At the oddity

Though I'm the oddity

Thinking this way

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