Beyond our consciousness
This vice really occurs;
Along our charted course
It hinders our saneness,
Filling our space in mind,
Turning our eyes to blind;
It seems impossible,
But we keep believing
Hoping, praying, waiting
That we may be able
To transform what we see
Into reality;
It makes us always ill
That no cure is present
But our dream's attainment;
We shall suffer until
Our desire or our greed
Is satisfied or fed;
We know it seems evil,
And we keep doing it;
But if all the mores hit
Our brain's single cell,
We'll find nothing is wrong
With it, so just be strong.
BINABASA MO ANG
Kurit and Other Poems
PoetryA poem is partly like a recipe. A poet has to have a cupful of experiences, a spoonful of creativity, a tinge of inspiration, and a bit of solitude. These pieces are combined and mixed without any external stirring but by a mere desire for self-expr...
