Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Inner Whirlwinds

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“Le bonbon au cerise” – Makati, 21 April 2017

caught
in the
middle
of an
eddying swirl
of emotions
and trying
to catch
my breath
and trying
to make
sense
of the
chaos
whirling around
me.

and the
weariness
weakens me
and i
have no
strength
and i
crave for
sweetness
in the
midst
of the
bitterness
of the
world
seeking it
anywhere
i can.

and i
bestill
my anxious
heart
as i
find respite
and solace
and calm
withdrawing
for a
while
escaping within.

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Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Cut This Broadcast

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“Stay Tuned Forever” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

turn off
the telly:
i’m sick
of the
news
and the
blood
of innocents
gushing
through the
gutters
and the
bombs
blowing up
and the
lunatics
spitting out
vile propaganda.

burn
the morning
papers
and chuck
the radio
out the
window
lest the
lunacy
of the
world
taints this
space
spoils this
home;
seems like
only
magpies and
ravens and
crows
have anything
to say
these days –
carrion-feeding
naysayers
who glory
in doom
and gloom
and death.

say a
prayer
for the
dead
for the
living
and seek
your peace
within
that even
a modicum
of sense
returns
to a
world
gone mad.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Bródúil

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“The Cove in the Distance” – Boracay, 21 August 2017

down
by the
sandy shore
i tread
breathing
salt breezes
lost as
i am
in these
thoughts.

an escape
fruitless:
even here
the mundane
encroaches
engulfs
chokes
the joy
out of
me.

and i
flee
to the
seaside
worn and
torn
but find
no relief.

 

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Draíocht

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“A Primal Alchemy” – Las Pinas, 29 July 2017

playing with
the elements
the myriad
ingredients
of a
magic
older –
far older –
than men
can remember.

the alchemy
of life
of love
of joy
of grief
of death
at one’s
fingertips;
most arcane
birthright
to feel
the elements
surging
through one’s
veins.

to see
what needs
to be
seen
and say
what needs
to be
said
and do
what needs
to be
done.

root and
leaf and
rock and
breeze and
rain and
flame
at my
disposal:
for good –
never ill –
to push
fate.

Posted in Art and About, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Indelible

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“From Both Sides Now” – Las Pinas, 29 July 2017

words
carved into
the soft
surfaces
of minds
of hearts
of souls
malleable
mouldable
molten
like silver
smelting;
forever etched
like wounds
leaving scars.

lines
from a
song
never forgotten
tugging
always tugging
at the
fringes
of consciousness
and one
hums
and one
remembers.

love letters
going nowhere;
verses
left unspoken
dead and
dying
on one’s
lips
with only
tears
marking the
passage
of time.

and a
silence
takes over
mocking
the words
that never
took form;
but they
live on
in hearts
broken
by life.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Unanswered

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“The Question is…” – Makati, 24 July 2017

inevitable questions
without
any answers;
heartbroken wail
keening
through the
silence;
an emptiness
we peer
into
that has
no end
in sight.

on and
on
we demand:
why him
why her
why them
why me
why then
why now
why –
always why.

but
no answers
come;
no answers
offered
and we
live
our lives
scratching
bewildered heads
running
away from
possibilities
because we
fear
the unknown.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Finding Faith

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“Where to Now?” – BGC, 03 May 2017

i remember
the glow
on your
face
the sparkle
in your
eyes
as we
spoke
of faraway
places
and adventures
everywhere
those nights
in early
summer
filled with
song
so unaware
of the
darkness
of the
anger
to come.

you’ve
trekked your
paths
climbed your
mountains;
but let
me ask:
have you
found
what you
lost
have you
found
what you
sought
or does
your life
remain
empty and
barren and
broken?

and i
who stayed
behind
am out
and about
on journeys
of my
own:
and i
fly
and i
walk
and i
ride
through the
world
asking questions
giving answers
gaining knowledge
giving back
finding meaning
in things
in people
in places
you scoffed
at
as mundane
as plain
as common.

but:
unlike you
i’ve found
my meaning
i’ve found
my faith
yet still
i pray
you would
someday
somehow
find yours.