In the Beaches of Moalboal

I am searching for a word
As sharp,
As a stone that can pierce
Through the heart of february.

Or a rage,
As fierce,
As your solitary sea.

In the night of nights
I came dipping in your shore.
And your cold,
Distant thoughts
Embraced my body.

I am shivering.
I am bleeding.
And my heart is numb.
And there,
Deep into the fleeing darkness
I will keep your memory.

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Written on  a shack, somewhere, where the rage of the sea

is as wild as  my heart.

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Conjure

They were conjuring the lord of the flame.

As if the gods would listen
To the voices of
Meat burnt for food,
The crackle of glowing coals,
Or the song of knives
On a dark, distant darkness ...

Wishing that the fragrant smell
Of burning flesh
Will trigger the passion
That will engulf the world,
Or at least, this altar,
With a slow burning fire,..

Enough to heat this cold,
Unfriendly night,
With the warmth of
Strange ideas.

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my insanity knows no bounds ...

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The Larsian Cemetery

It was as if a medieval world
Had sprung from the ground.

Candlelights.
Outside.
Moonlight.
It was like an ancient gathering
Of lovers
Underneath the moon.

It was like a night
From a faraway time,
A faraway dream,
A faraway love.

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Cebuano culture at its finest ... 

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