dawn 2

I want to be alone with you

Swinging

In the cradle of your peace  of  mind

Clinging

In a  portion of  your piece of  mine

Singing

Somewhere along your piece of mind

At times,    Around the dark. In the blanket of her arms,

I want to be alone with You.

DAWN

Yearning Everyday, But It’s There

Silence is the veil that she wears.

The calm breeze is the lullaby she sings

This placid state sends relaxing mist in the air.

Touching everything under her.

And restlessness vanishes to oblivion, to our dreams

Though its dark, still everything seems so clear.

The joy from dark solitude is her gift.

Dim lights accentuates her perfect form

Was the distraction of the clearness the thing that makes it unclear

At times.

Her arriving makes you look inside you

Than seeking answers in the confusion and deception

Around.

Then her slow but defined breaking of light from

The dark

Introduces another hope for the better.

Like the nakedness of innocence gladly surrendered

In the blanket of her arms.

A new day rises and new life created.

I want to be alone with you.

Swinging

In the cradle of your peace of mind

Clinging

In a portion of your piece of mine.

Singing

Somewhere along your piece of mind

At times, Around the dark. In the blanket of her arms,

I want to be alone with You.

Francis Villabroza  04/10/10

Just in time

Floating above so white, illuminating,

While partly hiding beside the dark nimbus clouds

That seems ready to spit out its storm

The moon still shines heroically as it peeps

through the windows made out of clouds

Tall trees respond to the signal of the light

And cast its haunting shadows beneath

Branches shadows like arms ready to catch a fall

From an exhausted and tired

Or simply a clumsy tripp from a humorous rock or stump

The river fresh from rain rushes to its path

Inviting those who pass by

 to join its happy trek to the seas

An invitation from its current that’s hard to resist

Thank to the big boulders that acts like angels below

Confirming in every step that you are just to cross

A shrub reaches out its hand

And the gush of inviting water slowly fades

Lightning draws a crooked line in the sky

And thunder shouts on all who walk to hurry.

The hills watch while the huts sleeps deep in its dreams

So eager for life, the corn continues to grow

The frog croaks and the beetles cheer,

The wind pushes with urgency  on everything

While the feet

From a half note step to an eight note transition of steps

Then to a whole note and a complete stop and silence

Rey shouts  a challenge to the password

Joey with a backpack, an aluminum canteen and an M16

 slinged in her arms looks back relieved.

A welcoming comrade flashes his spot at us and says

Come in

Youv’e just arrived in time before it rains!

Sometimes, I cant help to think…

(After a defensive)Sometimes, I cant help to think…

I walk the steep slopes

looking at every edge and green expanse

of mountains and plains

every possible space of what'/5s between

 the light, the trees, and the ferns

separating the natural

from the could be fabricated landscape

and my ears try to stretch its reach

from the twig, the rustling leaves, to the gushing of the stream

Are all I hear natural?

As I hold steady my iron buddy

trying to keep focus

to any possibility of an attack

just as i proactively rekindle

 my beliefs each day.

Night time falls and body seeks for its rest

And though night is a camouflage

the dark can leave me clueless sometimes

disagreement, paranoia,

and disbelief sometimes creeps

most especially when you know

you need a rest but cannot

but learning the truth

 of what i am from the masses

again i walk  with the purpose clear

and even dash a hundred meters for them

Again and again the enemy will try

To encircle and annihilate the revolt

Again remoulding and regression

 of two classes in my head clashes

hearing explosions in front ,

or in my rear

A blast can disorient

the ear can sometimes bleed for surrender

And the loss of a dear friend and comrade

can be more crushing than body wounds

like a shrapnel of memories

 ever stuck in your head

but the cries in the barrios gives courage

what's some drop of a blood compared

to the life and blood

of the innocents and martyrs

Though at times it feels like

the strength doesnt accumulate

with every win and loss

a never ending tug-of-war

of mass base, arms, and mind

on a seemingly unending cycle

between classes and their armies.

Armies and their classes

i sometimes ask

will the history stop with strategic defensive?

Comrade, STOP scaring yourself of imaginings

and join the people,

not in books, statistics, news report

or any scientifilcally, well calculated

bourgeouis lie

can you find the answer.

Filipinos are still very much in poverty

Injustice is just the whip

that the big bourgeoisie use

to control and maintain their order

And forced disappearance is  a desperate move

 to suppress each brother and sister

Witness heroism that lay on each comrade's soul

Linking arms with the opressed

in the shanties, the factories,

communities beside the river and coast,

fields, and mountain ridges,

 or under coconut trees

And again ask if victory is a pipe dream

Or will it be the outcome!