POM-POM GIRL, INDIAN BRIDE

They are the cheerleaders in your team
Carrying pom-poms as your queen
The prom queen of some enchanted evening
Your lady like the song in the night

You dine with them through your eyes as rosebuds
Licking lollipops or ice cream
This verse flashes before my eyes of a tear-eyed boy
Covered by a strawhat holding a melting ice cream in a cone

You marry her under a veil like an Indian Maiden
With the red spot on her forehead the only point that shows
Then she disappears like a hissing cobra
With only traces of her skin, left by your flute

She is the ball of string with pieces you pick up on the way
To pull back to hatch the anchor on some foreign shore
It will serve as your guide, this ball of string
Through knots you tie at every fold

Feathers beneath your pillow to tide you through your dreams
As you awaken, your placebo in every beginning
With every cloud and sunshine from point to point
She is the pot of gold in your rainbow

Pillow Talk

Is it my child you are aborting?
Driving me away from my shelter
I remember working tirelessly to build it
A shelter for us in the storm...

I blessed you with sons are they mine?
All I know is I gathered rocks to leave behind
You would not be contented with my dreams...
Empty promises you followed with your vesting....

For beacon lights stem from rocks built by men.....
In their search for their golden gate to heaven,
These little crafts I will not leave behind
My wind and chimes will lead them.

Eulogy For Nay Tita

With your grace always present, you welcomed me
Waiting for a blessing from my groom's family
Though I was confused with your ways in times
Caused problems for your aching heart, due to delusions...

Now your memory and spirit gives us cause to live on....
Your memory I will always cherish, like a new song.....
Giving light from the stars trapped within our own soul...

A Theory On Solar Energy's Use

When you lose on something, do something to balance in...
Negative energies like ions can be put to service....

Catch them from rays into a silver-coated tin disc...
Store them in some basin inside your yard....
Maybe catch them in some alloy of jade.....
Is this the treasure chest from the East?

From negative points to positive...
Or is it the other way round, whatever is it..
Like the batteries of a car giving light on the road....
Light for your home to free you from darkness.....
Your light to your children coming from your Spirit.

Little Artist In My Soul

By colors on board or magical words
Spinning your magic for His Kingdom
Pictures as far as the eyes can see
Inner heart of soul or light of mind sailing

Came as inspiration whispered by Eve
Mother or daughter in the coop
As pellets are fed, palay or corn ears
Gobbled within your gizzard....

His spirits came in tongues of fire
Swimming around within the vast sea
Then merchants came singing your song
Moving your souls to High Heavens........