Laugh, laugh, please continue laughing
as I sit here within the quarters of old brown and hazel
in a primeval hospital stuck in the past once dismembered.
Despite all the damaged, people still find the slapstick.
On my white lap sits a plant in its pot,
so green and youthful, a contrast to me:
a haggard old man with a penchant for indisposition.
I've positioned myself for death since her passing.
Laugh, laugh, please continue laughing.
Please continuing masking your confusion with humor.
The way comics hide truth in bold lines, colored nodes;
The way politicians hide motives in personality modes.
Age breaks my skin, the snake that I am.
All my friends used to tell me, "You're crazy for keeping that."
Stems rising high, never showing a pinch of death
while I let the age and derision kill me off for my sake.
Laugh, laugh, please continue laughing
while I caress her green leaves with goosebumps rising high.
The way she used to hug me tightly, as mighty as Bruce;
the way she laughed when we sat watching Bruce Almighty.
My shell won't open, it's too much to tell.
I once let a note free only to be told off as dull.
Now I close, every crack is taped shut by my soul;
even if you break me, no hum or whisper shall go
She called me her man, her lover, her stand
against a history of sinners, and breakers, and killers
of hope; in conclusion, I was everything, anything.
The very thing she kept clean was the one who swept her.
A snake, she called me on the momentous finale;
greeting me with tears twinkling under the moonlight--
don't remember, don't remember, just bring back the laughter;
laugh, laugh, please continue laughing.
Old brown walls and hazel surround me
like hell taking hold of me, softly yet strongly;
the laughters fade away as the only green left
sits before me, forgiving me for the sin of my kin.
Laugh, laugh, please continue laughing.
Your laugh, my love is enough to get me through hell.
I'll tell every demon and angel the good times and tell
them of your gift, this green--this memorabilia.
BINABASA MO ANG
Mahal-lika!
PoesíaIs 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!
