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September 19, 2008

Untitled poem dedicated to no one

Waking up from a dream

Of walking with our hands

Clasped by each other and

Kissing you on a deserted

Street, I squinted against

The bright rays of morning,

Wondering what I was doing

Believing I have fallen in love

Again, even if there is no direct

Answers to my questions and

Promises for my screaming

Heart– not a simple prayer

To pacify my soul, except for,

Perhaps, your strong presence

In my life right now. And yet

Even this seems so unreal.

When I’m with you the feeling

Is like I’m underwater, dis-

Embodied– between living

And a gentle kind of dying,

Buoyed along by the currents

Generated when you’re being

Who you are. Like an eagle

I can soar to unimaginable

Heights, ecstatic, then plunge

Into the depths where no

Shaft of light dares venture

To penetrate the darkness.

My feelings are too strong,

There’s no use denying, and

All I have to do, from this cold

Morning on, is to fashion it

So that I don’t lose sight

Of myself, which is more

Important that whatever

Our future might become:

Together, or not. However,

Like all promises, this

Is easier said than done.

phnom penh, 2008

copyright Michael P. De Guzman

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Previous Comments

I just want you close
Where you can stay forever
You can be sure
That it will only get better

You and me together
Through the days and nights
I don’t worry ’cause
Everything’s going to be alright
People keep talking they can say what they like
But all i know is everything’s going to be alright

No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you

hayyyyzzz..have a great weekend..

Posted by mai at September 20, 2008, 9:54 am

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an old soul, paying his karmic dues as a chronicler of lives, as a listener to others' miseries, and as the voice of the unspeakable. makata. manunulat. development worker. kasuyo. bugtong na anak. part-time performer. kalaguyo. kaibigan. future carpenter, bread-maker, or bar-tender.