Posted in Art and About, Verses

When Stars Dance

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two stars
parallel and
equidistant
in the
night sky
dancing
as i
make my
way home.

and i
envy their
closeness
and i
envy
the way
they journey
together
in the
depths
of space;
and the
longing
makes my
heart lurch
uncomfortably
in my
chest
and the
weariness
lies heavy
on my
shoulders.

looking up
at those
stars
i murmur
a prayer –
heartfelt
fervent
impassioned –
that you
are safe
are sound
are well;
and i
pray
that we
like the
stars
would meet
would walk
would talk
once again.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Pengorbanan

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“The Tools of Betrayal and Denial” – Alabang, 29 March 2018

you might
ask:
at what
price
our salvation,
at what
cost
our redemption?

is it:
a paltry
thirty pieces
of tainted
silver
paid to
a traitor,
a wolf
amongst the
sheep?

is it:
the denial
by a
friend
who swore
upon his
sword
to defend
his lord
only to
flee
into the
shadows
at the
first sign
of trouble?

no:
we were
bought
from bondage
with the
blood
of the
innocent;
we were
freed
from sin
by the
suffering
of one
who gave
himself,
of one
who died
that we
may live
a life
everlasting.

a man –
a god –
the son
of god
of whom
it was
said:
“i find
no fault
in this
just man.”

Posted in Art and About, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Kehampaan

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Floral Detail – processional robe for an image of the Virgin Mary (Philippines, Spanish Colonial Era)

lost in
thought
as one
feels
a sense
of isolation;
keenly feeling
the distance
the empty
void.

not even
the roses
in bloom
appeal,
not even
the sweetness
of wine
rich
and rubied
tempts;
and one
feels
poor and
desolate
despite the
opulence
and grandeur.

one counts
the days
the miles
the stories
in between
and is
torn
twixt acting
on impulse
and biding
one’s time.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Verijdeling

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“Snail’s Pace” – Cebu, 11 November 2017

why
does time
have to
move
so slowly:
a wearying
tedium
of seconds
and minutes
and hours
ticking by;
grains
of sand
trickling
from one
bulb
to another.

pacing
across the
floor,
tugging my
hair
to allay
my qualms –
these jitters
that make
my hands
shake
my pulse
race;
so impatient.

sighing
at the
ponderous
pace of
the hands
across the
face,
and i
feel
the despair
the agony
of waiting
and dreading
that it
might all
be in
vain.

Posted in Music = Magic, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Where the Song Ends

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“Emptiness” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

empty
dance floor
and the
crowd
has gone
and only
you
and i
are left
in this
space.

black
and white;
ebony
and ivory:
two sides
of the
same coin
as we
have always
seemed.

and you
begin
to play
a song
you wrote
for some
strumpet
who played
with your
heart
and your
life
was in
jeopardy;
and i
feel
the heat
the rush
the surge
of anger
of envy
of hate
seething
in my
veins,
wanting to
track her
down
make her
pay
for your
tragedy…

but i
stop
all of
a sudden
and check
myself
and realise
there is
no need
there is
nothing –
really nothing –
and i
sigh
at the
melancholy
in the
room
as the
notes
flow on
knowing
that when
the song
ends
and you
open your
eyes
i’ll be
free…

i’ll be
gone.

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 Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Stalemate

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“In Play” – Cebu, 07 April 2017

“let us
play a
game,”
he said,
laying out
the board,
pieces
of pearl
of obsidian
poised
to play.

“i am
tired
of games,”
she said,
patience
running thin
temper
rising fast,
“and your
schemes
and your
pranks
and those
words
subtly barbed
always lethal.”

and they
stare
at each
other,
an impasse
reached
a gambit
locked
in stalemate.

and
in anger
she flips
the board
scattering the
pieces
of pearl
of obsidian
refusing
to play.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Seraglio

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“A Softer Light, A Fragrant Light” – Cebu, 07 April 2017

the night
falls
around me
like a
velvet cloak
and the
warmth
of summer
is perfumed
is heady
with spice.

and a
calming haze
settles
on me
as the
candles
are lit
and the
dulcimers
play a
somnolent song
and i
am moved
to sing
to dance
for you
like that
spinner
of a
thousand
and one
tales
whispering
my words
honeyed
fragrant
in the
darkness
we share.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Tasting Warmth

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“Pan con tomate” – Makati, 22 November 2016

feed me
the flavours
of high
summer:
warm my
lips
with olives,
with tomatoes
ripe
off the
vine;
let my
teeth
break into
crisp skin,
sink into
soft flesh
wantonly.

rivulets
of scarlet
juice
trickle down
my chin
my arms,
drip off
my fingertips
onto your
lips
as in
an ancient
bacchanal;
and drown
me
intoxicate me
with kisses
sweeter
than honey
headier
than wine
that we
might forget
even for
a while
that summer
remains
far off
and the
world
lies still
beneath
winter’s cloak.

feed me
nourish me
sate my
longing
slake my
thirsts.

Posted in Music = Magic, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Cogitação

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“What are you thinking about?” – Makati,c. May 2015

the quiet
pensiveness
i remember;
those startled
and startling
silences
when your
mind
would go
into overdrive
and one
could all
but hear
the cogs
the gears
in your
head
coming alive
cogitating
your next
move.

and i,
awed,
would hold
my tongue
my breath
and await
what gems
of music
of magic
would appear
next.