Reading A Book, Being The Book

I've been to Wonderland, Neverland, the Galactic Empire, and Mordor.
I've met Alice, Peter Pan, Obi-wan, and Hodor.
I'm not an astronaut but I'd been to outer space, and different parallel universes.
Flabbergasted as I watched different lives and stories intersperses.

I've seen declarations of love and war and everything in between.
I've smelled the sweet aroma of success and the pungent odor of betrayal.
I've heard the boisterous laughter of children, and the mournful cry of someone from Lorien.
I've tasted the visceral fear of change and the bittersweet symphony of different plot twists.
I've felt the excruciating pain of being excluded, and the elating sensation of belonging.

I've solved puzzles and mysteries with intricate network of triviality.
Traveled a land untraveled  with such passion, fervency, and and great whimsicality.
Flew the skies of great horizons and deep realizations.
Swam the seas of muted communications and unending interactions.

I've been to Wonderland, Neverland, the Galactic Empire and Mordor.
I've seen declarations of love and war and everything in between.
I've solved puzzles and mysteries with intricate network of triviality.
All these I've done, a book in my hands, slumped down on a couch.

Read a book. It's a story with a soul.
Read a book. It's an open window to someone's thoughts.
Read a book. It's the metaphor of metaphors.
Read a book. Be in the book. Be the book.

Love Is...

The heart cannot know what love is in its solitude of atrophy.
Love cannot and should not be contained in the words "I love you".
Love is felt.

Love is being content with what you have.
Love is the joy of sipping the foam of your morning coffee.
Love is feeling a part of you has died right after reading a really good book.
Love is watching three seasons of your favorite series... in one night,
And the feeling of being left hanging and wanting to see more.

Love is hearing the words "It's gonna be okay" from your mom after handing you a cup of hot coco.
Love is seeing the joy on a face of a father after glancing at the face of his newborn child.
Love is apologizing to your siblings after having a petty fight.

Love is holding the hands of the one dearest to you.
Love is wrapping your hands around that person with the purest positive emotions.
Love is holding on to a broken promise.
Love is believing in forever, regardless of how many times you've been hurt.

Love is being nailed to the cross of sin.
Love is being pierced to the side with the spear of mocking and disbelief.
Love is ressurecting and fulfulling the promise of the prophecy.
Love is respecting Jesus, Muhammad,  Buddha and whatever name other people call their God/s.

The heart cannot know what love is in its solitude of atrophy.
Love cannot and should not be contained in the words "I love you".
Love is felt.

When I First Met You Up To this Morning

One
When I first met you,
I fell in love with you faster than my foot can thump the ground to the tune of rock music.
I've written you letters and scribbled poems before I even know the ink of my own love letters.
I wanted to impress you, I wore my heart on my sleeve.

Two
Your smile reflects the light of the sun brighter than a crescent moon.
Your voice, a melody that's never off tune.
Your beauty, as still as a coastal lagoon.
I wish I could steal your heart by playing my bassoon.

Three
Secrets written all over in wandering eyes pleading for understanding,
I was an old piano in the basement, housing dust and cobwebs.
You're that great musician who arrived just in time,
Dusted me off, fixed my broken strings, and played me like a dream that has never been forgotten.

Four
Your voice is the only alarm clock I'm willing to wake up to.
Loving you was the first thing I really felt right about.

Five
I know that it's wrong to have this much feelings for someone I've only known for months.
I know that I should stop ruminating what I feel.
I know that I shouldn't have acted in a rush.
I want to apologize,
but my heart refuses to say sorry for acting on what it really feels.
They're so real I can touch them.

Six
I know I'm not a strategist, nor am I a love poet.
I'm just someone telling stories that my heart keeps on shouting with words louder than loud.

Seven
I fell in love with you faster than my foot can thump the ground to the tune of rock music.
With great effervescence I shouted at the sky how much I feel about you.
But the sky's ears are numb with all the shouting my heart has done in the past,
A poignant reminder that it's never going to be that easy.

Eight
Your voice is the only alarm clock I'm willing to wake up to.
But this morning, with heart cracked under the sad gaze of loneliness,
I lift my chest lowered by longingness,
Throat strangled that almost all talking is impossible,
I mumbled for the first time... and the last time,
"Yes, I love you...
And yes, I'm now willing to let go."

Happily Never After

One
You were looking at forever,
She was staring at never.
You realized you've been chasing a shadow,
In a misery you just can't help but wallow.

Two
"Time heals all wounds", they say.
But the hands on your clock are limping their way.
Trying to figure out what to do on such a day.
Wishing the pain would just simply go away.

Three
You feel the numbness of your body.
Everything just stops.
You stare blankly ahead.
A hole in your heart.
Thoughts empty.
A gap in your breathing.
Lips trembling.
Heart pounding.
Body shaking.
Your mind refusing to accept.
You die for a second, and live only to realize the emptiness.
You smile, only to hide the pain.
You tell yourself it's gonna be okay,
You know it won't now that she's away.

Four
Your heart is stomped on the ground.
You dusted it off and handed it back to her.
That's not the right way around,
Let go of your feelings, let it wither.

Five
You wish your eyes would just weep and all,
When colors changed to a lifeless hue.
Tears just won't start to fall,
Even though they're way past due.

Six
"Time heals all wounds", they say.
But the hands on your clock are limping their way.
Trying to figure out what to do on such a day.
Wishing the pain would just simply go away.

Seven
You had your gaze at forever,
She had a fixed stare at never.

A Draft Of Poem

You're this draft of poem that I've tried to write,
The metaphor of sorts that I tried to bring to life.
A draft of poem written and rewritten,
Until I felt beaten and lost all the rhythm.

In the threshold of rhyme and silent thought,
You're the draft of poem my heart really ought.
I never thought I need your heart as a proem,
So I can finally finish this draft of poem.

Politicians

People are starving here and there,
Can't you feel the weight on your shoulder?
They are the ones that got you there,
Your indifference is worst than murder.

Don't act as if you're bemused,
Denying everything when being accused.
Nations' resources your hands abused.
Scoundrel of society with conscience calloused.

A Pair of Eyeglasses

You’re the pair of eyeglasses I wore to clear my vision,
but your lenses didn’t match my eyes.
I couldn’t see anything but blur.
I guess I really just can’t see thru you.
I guess I really must let go.
Let go of what I feel for you,
so I can find another pair of eyeglasses,
the pair that will help me see the world,
the way my heart envisions it.

An excerpt...

You Are Beautiful (A Valetine's Day Poem)

I initially wanted to make this a virelay,

But words won't come like I'm drunk with Tokay.

First let me empty my ashtray.

You're still single and it's Valentine's Day,

Should we go ahead and shout "Mayday"?

Let's go to the bay where awaits is a quay,

Where your beauty never fades away.

And, before you end your day,

Let me just remind you to submit your "WorkDay"

How many times have I told you, “you are beautiful”?

You have insights that are so respectful,

I wish you could dance just as graceful.

Sometimes you scare me when you get all fretful,

But your smile enlightens my day no matter how dreadful.

You are one in a septillion,

Your beauty is at its truest actualization.

Not to acknowledge it is to encourage abomination.

Hope this poem won't trigger your agitation,

But instead put you up in elation.

Now enough with the rhyme,

 'Coz it doesn't really chime.

Oh well look at that, it still has a rhyme.

I said enough with the rhyme,

 'Coz it doesn't really chime.

Like a mime, now let me count to nine.

One.

I honestly thought of sending you flowers, but thought it might freak your mom out.

So I've decided to write you a poem instead.

See, you're not the only thoughtful friend.

Hope you like it and Happy Valentine's Day!

Two

I know you think you have the potential to acquire Alzheimer's,

To forget all that matters,

To look at familiar faces like they're from strangers.

To forget every beauty, marvel and colors.

It's a horrible idea,

Alzheimer's is colorless.

We might not be able to find the algorithm to solve it.

But if in any case you forget,

And you start angling your way to a patch of shadows,

Where it'll be a straight sprint towards the fence of forgetfulness,

I'll always remind you that “You are beautiful”.

 Three

You keep saying that your handwriting is ugly.

It isn't.

All the wonders and awes that your hand writes,

Drowns whatever imperfections your scribbling has.

Like thorns in roses,

Present but barely noticeable.

Keep writing.

Four

I'm no Ashton Kutcher and don't have a mixed tape for when your day is red,

But when your day is calendared,

I'll make sure to get out of the way until all things are ciphered.

I don't want to be caught in a situation that's flustered,

When linings in your uterus are utterly dismembered.

Five

Yes, number Four is about PMS.

Six

This is no longer sounding like a poem,

But an Invisible Dialogue like a blog we both know.

Seven

Eyih, Eunice, Paolinn, Preky, and Chesca are all lucky to have you as their friend.

And you are lucky to have them.

Keep the friendship.

Eight

I honestly thought of sending you flowers, but thought it might freak your mom out.

So I've decided to write you a poem instead.

See, I'm not even sure how to give this to you.

But I hope you like it and Happy Valentine's Day!

Nine

Don't ever, ever forget that You Are Beautiful.

How You Smile

The Worst Way To Miss Somebody

Click HERE to listen to the worst way to miss somebody.

"I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you."

Love poem medley by Rudy Francisco at Mira Costa…: http://youtu.be/MR1_2lFXJI4

Real Love

Real love has a flavor,
And it tastes a lot like you.
I see you beyond your surface.
I see you thru your soul.

Missing Her, Doubting Myself

I’m floating on air when we’re together,.
And I dread the times when we’re apart, like now, despite having just spent the last couple of hours with her.
I know that I have the worst way to miss somebody.
When I'm right beside her and I miss her anyway.
I miss her from the time she says her Hellos, because I know that Good Byes are inevitable.
The price of the memory is the memory of sorrows it brings.
I have been trying to drown my sorrow, only to be made aware that my sorrows know how to swim.

I hate what I'm feeling right now.
I hate the feeling of saying how I feel for someone,
The same nervousness that quickly segues to dread, that always causes me to walk away.
I told her anyway.

After telling her how I feel about her, I have yet to get a response.
Everyday I'm hoping that she'd give me an answer.
To remove awkwardness as days pass,  am now down to pretending I didn't tell her how I feel.
But I know that pretending something's not there, doesn't make it go away.
I feel like asking her upfront for an answer.
And I can’t take not knowing what the next day will bring us—the uncertainty is sawing me in two.
Everyday there's a nervousness that’s hard to imagine time will ever assuage.
” The only limits of tomorrow are the doubts we have today.”, I remind myself.

Haunted

I killed my pride.
I buried it six feet below the ground.
Now, it has found its way back to me.
It has crawled it's way out of the grave,
And now, grabs me by the throat.
Haunting me,
Daunting me.
Shoving it's very existence in my face,
Showing me thousands of reasons why I shouldn't have abandoned it.