Enigma-Return To Innocence

SONG OF THE DAY...

WITHERED MOON

           Stars fill the silver skies.

                                    In my dream

                                    of the sea,

                                    you came to me.

                                    Calling through the tides.

                                    Restless breeze,

                                    hear my plea.

                                    I yearn to be…

              Refrain:

                                    Free…

                                    In your arms

                                    tonight, baby.

                                    Cast away this lonely battle.

                                    Tell me that it’s you

                                    and set me

                                    Free…

                                    Cold fire in the night.

                                    Touched my tears

                                    as you walk

                                    away from me.

                                    Now we say goodbye.

                                    Withered moon

                                    waves in blue.

                                    If I only knew…

                                   

                       

Oct 16, 2007

4:32am

Base

Y.V. A.

THE SECRET LITANY

                        It is that first drop

                                    Of rain

                                    That kisses my skin

                                    Making me steam…

                                    Hear me scream

                                    Thy name from within.

                                    Boasting wind

                                    That blows from sea,

                                    Setting me free…

                                    Your deep, eager fingers

                                    I fervently dream.

                        Showers of fire

                                    From thy ardent lips

                                    Run me over…

                                    Shivers down my hips.

                                    Kisses wild I give

                                    Upon thy tips

                                    Crystalline…

                                    And what famished,

                                    Fervid licks.

                        And thoughts of you begin

                                    To precipitate

                                    Ever so slowly,

                                    Unabashedly flowing…

                                    Conjuring the mad

                                    Blue moons of the restless,

                                    Roused in the secret litany.

YVA

1:29AM

07 Aug 2008

Mt. Makiling

                                    

THE PHOENIX MEMORANDA

                                  And now the same old flame

                                                From this meager candle

                                                That listens to my sorrows,

                                                My grief;

                                                Is the exact, same

                                                Flame that stands

                                                Witness to my freedom.

                                                It sits right with me,

                blessing me

                                                In celebration of my

                                                Rebirth, filling my

                                                Chalice with its

                                                Its silent jubilation,

                                                Whispering

                                                There is hope yet.

                                                Its molten wax no longer

                                                Resembles pungent tears

                                                For so long, flooding

                                                My spirit.

                                                Now taking shape

                                                of great fervor,

                                                Victory…

                                                Peace…

                                    With this flame

                                                I have died a thousand deaths.

                                    From this fire,

                                                I shall rise yet again.

11:50pm

February 11, 2007

Vista Hills

THE OTHER END

            I couldn’t think of anything

                        To say. At the moment

                        Everything’s running in swirls.

                        In my head.

                        My blood.

                        This aching chest…

                        Garden of the morose.

            This is a blank verse.

            All I see is a restless

                        Ball and chain. An unhappy wheel.

                        Clanking and ticking aimlessly.

                        Cacophonic against the tide.

                        Unceasing.

                        Redundantly melancholic.

            I left you a note.

                        The ink stains won’t budge.

                        Even as you cry reading.

                        Every single night

                        It remains written…

                        And you hear it when

                        You face the mirror.

            Never a moment that I

                        Left you. You wouldn’t let go…

                        Even if you try, you stand still.

                        And embrace my presence.

                        And you cry weary.

                        Telling me to go,

                        Holding my hand.

            Never a dull moment…

                        Never a lull.

                        I am always with you.

                        You wouldn’t let me go.

                        Even as I sit on the

                        Other end.

                        Waiting.

                        Watching you watch me.

                        Tear you apart.

                        Because you let me.

                        Stay.

            This is a blank verse.

9:53PM

17 Dec 08

Nova

SALOME

Pilit mang ikubli
sa ‘yong dibdib,
larawan ng pait, iyong hinanakit;
langit ma’y tila nakapikit
at ang mundo’y mapanakit…

Sa saliw ng musikang malaya,
basbas ng apoy
iyong biyaya...

Wag alintanain ang karimlan
at ang agimat mong
mata’y buksan.

Sayaw, Salome, Sayaw…


Di mapipiglang mapaluha.
Hapong-hapo sa
pag-ibig mong dula.
Tila buwa’y nangungutya…
Punit-punit na kalul’wa

Sa saliw ng musikang malaya,
basbas ng apoy
iyong biyaya...

Wag alintanain ang karimlan
at ang agimat mong
mata’y buksan.

Sayaw, Salome, Sayaw…

REQUIEM

          The room fills up with smoke

                                    From the cigarette left burning.

                                    Leaving a suffocating haze.

                                    Nauseating my nerves like

                                    Moral anaesthetic…

                                    My consciousness halts.

                                    The dream takes over.

                                    And the lace begins to hurt…

                  I can tell by the way

                                    You cringe as I tighten

                                    The knot upon your wrists.

                                    And you sigh deeply, as if to beg

                                    For air after I let your lips

                                    Depart from mine

                                    In a torrid lock…I wipe off

                                    The mess left from my dripping.

                                    And you lick it dry, pleading.

                  Your mouth wide open, trying to let out

                                    What is to be a subtle moan, transposed

                                    Into a scream in between

                                    The realms of unrepentant pleasure

                                    And excruciating pain;

                                    Letting me tear up what is left

                                    Of your self-declared sanity.

                  Clutching your long, soft tresses I

                                    Bend over, ever so slowly to whisper

                                    And you close your eyes, tears

                                    Began to flood down your cheeks…

                                    Like an answered prayer in

                                    Your sleep.

                                    You scream further as I

                                    Take you over in strokes moving

                                    Deeper…as if another woman.

                                    Striking in cunning flames, consuming

                                    Every single inch of your

                                    Carnally reeking flesh.

                                    Until…

                                    You finally…

                                    Arrive.

                                    Your cries fill up the four corners.

                  I lifted the cigarette and

                                    Smoked up the last two drags.

                                    And finally put out the flame.

                  I left the light on…

                  But the dream

                                    Has now

                                    Ended.

                                   

8:16PM

28 Dec 08

Nova

LUNA

Minamahal kong Luna,

            Sumipol ang Habagat

            Kung kaya’t binaybay ko

            Ang dalawampu’t apat

            Na bundok ng iyong gunita.

            Batid kong may pait at pagod

            Na humahampas

            Sa iyong kaluluwa.

Luna…

            Suwail ang kapalaran.

            Wag kang maibsan ng lakas

            O manlambot

            Sa bulong nitong mapanlinlang.

            Wag kang pakahihimbing

            Sa uyayi nitong kabiguan.

            Bangungot sa isip mo’t kalamnan.

Luna…

          Ilang marahas na hagod at kagat

          Pa ang hahayaan mong lumatay

          Sa nangadudurog mo nang pagkatao?

          Ilang ulit ka pang pagagahasa sa takot

          At pagtitimpi?

          Sapat nang pagtangis ang kumitil

          Sa kinang ng iyong mga mata.

Luna…

           Hayaan mong maghilom ang hilahil

           Na nagdurugtong sa yo at sa lumipas.

           Iwaksi mo ang bagabag sa

           Bugbog mo nang damdamin.

           Wala sa pananahimik

           Ang pangako

           Ng kalalayaan…

LOVE IN THE NODES OF THE MOON

                        Beams of light

                                    Flicker in dim fractions

                                    Upon my wall,

                                    Seeking to be heard.

                                    Inebriated episodes,

                                    Indiscriminate thoughts,

                                    All daydreams

                                    Waiting…

                                    To manifest.

                        I hold on to the

                                    Lone weeping pillow

                                    Keeping me company.

                                    Flashes…

                                    Haunt me.

                                    Dialogues in the language

                                    Of the spheres.

                        In vivid color,

                                    The warmest embrace,

                                    Lips locking in

                                    A secret grace,

                                    Arms entwined,

                                    Legs in splendid union.

                        Souls bereft of power

                                    Giving in to

                                    The deepest moans

                                    Orchestrated.

By the moon,

                                    I give in…

                                    All in,

                                    To every touch.

                                    Your warmth fuels me.

                        It need not be spoken,

                                    Your words

                                    Sigh holy fire

                                    Through your skin…

                                    And your kiss eternal…

                                    A declaration most

                                    Fearless…unrepentant…

                                    And your mask

                                    Silenced.

 

YVA

5:26AM

22 May 2008

Nova