Slowly seep into the scene.
See the waves of the sea, sing quietly with a sheen
from the sun in the sky; slow down, take a stop
and sleep under times of serene siestas -- Pop!
People pry open pretentious players
with pliers of procreation, pain for their brian.
Oh my heart! -- they would say, now hearken! They claim
that it's freedom -- disdain for the libertarian!
Berate every movement, why cry for atonement?
Sinner, go back to your den of dismemebered
arrangements, arranged in a range of designs meant
to show you the pleasure of adventure and enjoyment.
But love is love, mahal -- polygamy is bigotry! No
Lord is accepting of death in no unity. Slow
down and choose the right path, thou hath
chosen hellfire 'stead of heavens light. Bastos!
See seafoam beds that act as your pyre.
If you were to let your human nature turn and spire
into a spiral of wants -- your greed and desires --
well, even sailors will let their own sires halt their respires.
Hypocrite, hypocrite -- you love your capitan.
Desecrate books for your worldly actions, son.
Love is everywhere, fairer than any pair.
What's the difference between a sailor and a player?
BINABASA MO ANG
Mahal-lika!
PoetryIs love just a a collection of feelings for one? Is it just a sweet section of chocolate for one? Hearken! My heart beats faster, the box shakes stronger -- Mahal-lika! Let us tell their stories of love divine, their love full of sin!
