My memories is not yours to keep,
it only resides where it belongs,
and you are not part of it,
do not pretend it's yours,
your tears is as dry as Sahara's desert,
so leave it be as it was before.
Let it remain until it's gone,
gone to where it lays,
I cursed that day it started to return,
like a howling dreams of grayish mist,
forming images of lawless dreams,
profound shame scared its core,
where do crushed soul rested?
Do I keep my memorials exposed,
and let it burn with your warped desires?
Where do I hide my unspoken shame?
Shall I begin to count my foolishness?
I have live long enough to dry my bawling,
but what gain shall I make for myself,
leaving only a callous scar of corrupt affections,
shall I stride more for iniquitous ambitions?
Only to be in the loop cobweb of disbelief,
bearing the ambiguities of an old retrospect!
It's precious and precarious but fleshly,
that swirling mixed acts relegated the intoxicated morality,
bleeding the nucleus doom of ardent rage,
it was blooming with regrets altogether,
will you cuddle my sinfulness?
That road to soft destruction alluded the integral lasciviousness,
will burn the drain of brimstone of impassioned prayer,
as artificial as a lonely plastic flower in the vase of hideous contentions,
but none to any of its timid effects it regularly creates an upshots!
The day of absolute reckoning is at hand,
barely it will be erased an erasable burden,
to keep the ghost of silence away,
rather, I see the blown up repercussion ahead,
of lies and truth bringing to another half-truth!
Sampaloc, Manila
November 18, 2017