My Sanctuary
Poetry is a collection of words that convey images, feelings and ambiguity.
Liquid Words
Part 1
Dazzling, sparkling,
reflective letters condescending
creates anonymity of ambiguity,
the fractal indiscriminate changes,
leaves unremarkable prism of thoughts in
its changing metrical, undivided melodic
morphemic expressions on the spatial
canvass of our unrestricted thoughts.
As I touched your lonely scripts
the liquid words slowly dipping on you.
Awakens the deep hidden sensation
flowing in its distinct sense,
you felt the smooth unguarded
pure fluid of eloquent revelation,
its form dances around, fitting in
your dark soul, slowly scribing
the tinted pages of my lost memories.
I dipped my ancient stylus on a
mud maddened principle of voices
I never heard, dictating, penning
the barbaric noble rule creating
eccentric confusion to their minds,
to their sapien chief into the woods
where they cut the timber embedding,
marking, sharpening thoughts,
to their hidden sensation deep
into their fairy woods where colors
are dimmed and lost.
There, there I heard of a steel words
clanking, dragging the tale too loud
to hear, too hard to decipher, unreadable,
no audible, warmth and dreaded signs,
only clinging, grating metal, scraping
on an old bowl of letters, figures, symbols,
waiting to be draw to form a
scorching words I forged I don’t mean to speak.
Sampaloc
Manila, Philippines
9:36PM
10/15/2021
to be cont’d.
Dazzling, sparkling,
reflective letters condescending
creates anonymity of ambiguity,
the fractal indiscriminate changes,
leaves unremarkable prism of thoughts in
its changing metrical, undivided melodic
morphemic expressions on the spatial
canvass of our unrestricted thoughts.
As I touched your lonely scripts
the liquid words slowly dipping on you.
Awakens the deep hidden sensation
flowing in its distinct sense,
you felt the smooth unguarded
pure fluid of eloquent revelation,
its form dances around, fitting in
your dark soul, slowly scribing
the tinted pages of my lost memories.
I dipped my ancient stylus on a
mud maddened principle of voices
I never heard, dictating, penning
the barbaric noble rule creating
eccentric confusion to their minds,
to their sapien chief into the woods
where they cut the timber embedding,
marking, sharpening thoughts,
to their hidden sensation deep
into their fairy woods where colors
are dimmed and lost.
There, there I heard of a steel words
clanking, dragging the tale too loud
to hear, too hard to decipher, unreadable,
no audible, warmth and dreaded signs,
only clinging, grating metal, scraping
on an old bowl of letters, figures, symbols,
waiting to be draw to form a
scorching words I forged I don’t mean to speak.
Sampaloc
Manila, Philippines
9:36PM
10/15/2021
to be cont’d.