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Hanakotoba (An Ode To Subliminal Vases)

i like the planters

and the natural

growth in

these woodland

but

the flowers

in our

foresty shadows

i never understood

what helps

perhaps in understanding

these phenomena

is to let the

drift of air

find its way

like a bird finding

its food

Big Gash

I am in a Tokyo,

Osaka, but

not Kyoto vibe..

in New York, New York

City lights,

dimmed city

cyberpunk vibes

Not exactly

Paris or

European

Civilization,

But American

Slicing it gingerly

in tight, close-knit

spaces

I dropped my

sharpened knife..

a type not

shaped like a chef's

therefore falling down

awkwardly

that left me thinking

thoughts just now

Sinning, working, vibin'

like my taped, covered

thumb (a band-aid

solution) on my right hand

A slice of Neo-Tokyo

life, in my illegally

converted apartment

unit

belum selesai (title is in Malaysian language/body is in Filipino/Tagalog/Taglish language, with English words)

handa siyang itigil ang

ating mundo

dahil sa pagmamahal

lagi na lang,

na para bang

pagpunta lang sa café

o teatro..o sinehan

handa ka bang

pagmasdan ang

ginintuang abot-tanaw

sa golden hour?

malamang hindi rin

tayo nakasisiguro

sa malayang kaisipan

na lagi na lang

para bang itinuturing halamang

pinagmamasdan

may gustong malaman

may gustong matikman

may gustong hikayatin

ngunit ating puso

ay nakabinbin

Kausap Ang Mga Uwak

Kay layo ng himpapawid

at guhit-tanaw,

upang masilayan

ko ang kaniyang araw

Sa disyertong lipunan

at kawalan ng unan

ay tanging tag-ulan

itong tagpuan

Maliligaya ba ang iyong

araw, sa sumasapit

ng dilim ng gabi?

Tama ang pag-isahin ang

relihiyong may magkakaibang

sinasamba at bigkas sa

ating mga labi?

Kay dilim nitong paglalayag

pati na sa ating pahayag

sa madilim na suot

nanatili ang kirot

Walang kalutasan,

ang buhay ng kasalanan

a clearer astrolabe

because

what if this

deadening

of winter

dawn or early

morn

is but

soft gold

later on?

it might

send shivers

down your

finger tips

and

extremeties

like the

preachy

aura

of a Dr. David Jeremiah,

or the exacting

lens of Dr. Gene Kim,

yet he's just

giving explanations

intertextually,

in our multiculturalism

(perhaps

that's part

of dispensationalism)

but...

nevertheless,

still

illuminating

the historical

aspects of

the half-human,

half-nephilim—

Of Morning Sunshine & Serein

Hey!

In Cebuano, it might be

Huy.

In Tagalog, it sounds

awful (Hoy).

But these semantic

gaps are overgrown

in my forestry—

It sees not the forest

neither the trees

in dendrology

My bad.

But there is beauty

in philocaly,

like how we

might think of a

wilsom, in wealds

—Whose got that

power, to see

through? (He or she

has that / he or she wields—

that—

like a stray light.)

light's shadow

experiencing

His magical realism,

when disparate

things turn out

converging

in your own little

metacosm,

is it this

particular color

that it has

given off

while aging?

because Jesus

was born..in

what is now

modernly called

palestine

yet He must

be a disruptor

for His handlers

just because

He comes

from a different

order

how lovely is a burning tree

how lovely is a burning tree

like the thoughts reminisced

at any particular time

burning from

within like a dwindling

candle

as gothic as the metal

gates..perhaps

sculpted statues

or plastered

yet unnamed

architectural members

i am not just a fantasy

memorialized

perhaps, New Jerusalem

is really just a protestant's

promise

(i like studying designs

and that's how

Emily Dickinson define

a particular cornice)

swords cannot be all

about Japanese kekkai

or the scenester living

a dream within a dream

in his or her subculture

humans do experience

epiphanies like

disciples that were

misrecalled in our

postmodern world

dustsceawung is something

to think about

when considering

that elan vital versus

Actus Purus

so come along;

travel with me in the

byways of timespace

while all our menacing

deeds we can still erase

unlike Hannah's deesis

similar to Sarai's deesis

and John's ilmestys

the rocks shall speak

in Luke

so, why can't we reread

the ultimate scrapbook

Misanthropic Cadavers

Yes, they cut you open

that's how it

should feel when

eccedentesiasts

are liking flowers

but Ansel Adams

have a way of

viewing the gradation

of colorless subjects

Thy kingdom is not

from here,

until the baptised

took over

explaining away for

thee the stars

signs like I've never

heard before

just because

they are microcosmic

and macrocosmic

cosmotellurian timespace

I wish we are

not at all that soulless

and the forgiven

thuggish folks who

are actually moralless