Three poems for July
"We cannot be bound away by the rotting ancients"
Nor submit to the norms of this degenerating world
The lessons from the past brought us a challenge
Ideas that can shake this suffering earth
The present is but a continuing past
Whilst the future a set of delusions quite doubtful to last
As folks remained dumb and broke
Dismissing truth by calling the concerned "woke"
Perhaps they're contented in their spaces
Of their distorted views and exaggerated narratives
Enough to cope from the inconvenient truths
Trying to smile evenly as they suffer
The past according to theirs may've been glorious
Despite the inconveniences carrieth most
Courtesy of a rotting order that's pretentious
Leeching over the hardworking host
"All after a coffee break in Escolta"
The taste of coffee lingers in my mouth
Making my mind entice to drink more
As that dark bitterness mellowed by milk such sweetness
Sometimes I wonder is life today has worth?
Traversing the streets, waiting for a ride
Thinking about tomorrow's workload or "normal life"
If not praying to evade the bullshits coming
"Have mercy on me I'm a sinner" murmuring
And at home, staring at a blank dark sky
Prevailing over the urban landscape with its bright lights
Enough one say "missed the simple life"
Disregarding the inconveniences what "simple life" has"
Before I leave you, I have to enjoy the waters
Enjoying the cold savouring the nights
As to hear the neighbour's music playing
Trying to create a carefree setting
All after seeing the tropical sight mesmerizing
Of coconut trees and green shrubs
Of carabaos plowing and cows grazing
The setting quite idyllic for a painting
I enjoy the company of loved ones as I savour those moments
Of good food and few shots of liquor
Just enough to lessen the cold shiver
Before again wading in the night's water
I felt the love resonate in that evening setup
As the wind embraced me quite lightens me up
From the burdens that brought me stress
Your songs and smiles filled up soul, life with gladness
Sadly I have to leave and promise to return again
If necessary praying to God not just to back home safe but ask to return when
For this place appears an explorer's paradise
Be it the festivity, the place, to the sun kissed yours
All beauteous for me to mesmerize
Enough to set aside the thoughts of the city
And yet I, before I enjoy the waters
I have to finish some to lessen worry