I know no love apart from madness,
no love that can’t fear unspeakably and yet, still dare
I know no love without insurmountable woe,
No love that can’t hold exuberant eternity in a blink so mundane…
I know no love that can’t magically take last breaths for ages
just wanting so enthusiastically to be there…
I know no love not selfless;
No love that can’t meet death unshaken…
I know no love without phenomenal outcomes,
no love that actually ends…
I know no love that merely lasts
but love that creates instances of glorious eternity
I know no love that doesn’t hold Heaven.
I know no love that can’t.
* dedicated to my grandfather Pio Espineda
December 4, 1930 – September 11, 2013
and to all who love *
Wake up in breathless mourning glory
Cheat and blame the skies
Turn your back on the stunning light before you
Drift off and die.
The devil shows you a tease
So you go on and pry
Pretending it won’t hurt more to stain more
So you build up the gallows of your head with lies
Take the gray off the ashes
And let them burn again-
This is your foul way of love
Will anyone get it right?
Often, I feel like crashing into the sun when I forget
That I can just hover above the clouds…
Then I return to reality to gaze upon the beauty from where I stand….
And see all these that make the world go round…
Good and bad, through which all good can be made…
There’s no bad thing that can’t transcend to something good,
And there’s no good thing that can result to bad…
And when they say that hate had sprung from Love,
I say hate was always hate, or there was never love…
Often, I have felt, that I’ve just strayed into the moon
When I’ve forgotten that I could… hover above the stars…
Then I return to reality to gaze beyond the beauty in where I stand….
And understand why must the world go round…
Will not bury any castles
Or be dragged by pessimists who don’t know they are;
Instead, as a vigilant Christian,
Must expel demons that diminish
The effectivity of communication among people
Of course, do all these with
The help of Christ, in His Light
And for Love, who is God.
Pain gives us a sense of what matters.
Never miss this light and never
Act on the emotion but act on the Light.
Have you ever seen or heard
Or felt or ever known
A deeper soul than one that has settled
Its confounded passions for diversities?
While favorites are fine,
How would you know that there are better things
In Life if you have shut your
Ears exclusive to one genre of Music?
I will not bother to try
To understand why you don’t…
No, I won’t…
I am sorry that you will never feel
What I feel over melodies that ache
For suicide that one can not commit
For the music’s just too good to die on…
I am sorry that you will never know
What makes me dance a jingling jive
Or a cold and clinging ballet…
Or what notes engulf my heart in sweet contemplation…
While screaming seems like noise
One day you’ll find yourself soothed by its serenity
And remember we, who traveled the world
With our ears on the folks, so merrily…
…As you laughed
While we ignore your mockery…
And as you limited Life
While we marveled in its serendipity
Even your idols have taken such identities
As part of themselves so the whole world connects…
Your self-drawn boundaries make you
Predictable and detrimental to sense.
So I will not bother to try
To understand why you don’t…
No, I won’t…
Who says you’ll never see the sky
if you’re looking down?
Haven’t you heard?
God is everywhere and He
makes all things work for the good
of those who love Him.
The only way you could have convinced yourself that I’m a pessimist is by being one yourself.
The only freedom you’ll ever need
Is freedom from yourself.
The sweetest thing a person can do to you
is to do the sweetest thing to you and then do you wrong. Right?
… and when all you claim to need to live
is to have my world revolve around you,
live for you,
I find it very unnecessary to die for you.
You don’t really have to give me
the whole damn world when I’ve
spent my entire life in struggle
so now I am apart from it.
And of course, you will never
understand if you don’t listen first.
How can a person respond to a person who’s
asking for something you’ve already given,
and given in its best form?
Some actions would appear and come to you
like an assault of flying daggers,
but if your heart can only see the intentions behind them…
you’d know you were never the target.
If you so believe in choice,
why do you call yourself
a slave of circumstance?
Life is not like a box of chocolates these days.
People seem to always know what they’re gonna get.
And people seem to want to always know what they’re gonna get.
Where are all the people who actually want to live???
You keep on looking at me like some sort of mirror.
Is that why you’re breaking me?
You keep on looking at her like some sort of mirror.
Is that why you keep trying to break her?
You keep on looking at him like some sort of mirror.
Is that why you love him?
Do you know how the uneducated take opinionated news?
Of course you do!
It clearly shows in your opinions.
Okay…. If you want me to be
“Marcia f****** Braidy”
all you have to do is carry on with your fantasy
whilst I live my life in the real world. Kindly excuse me.
How typical our response to anger is….
Aren’t you all bored with that?
and being responsible are
two different actions.
It’s nice to have them come together…
What if? What if? What if?
Are you a fool to obsess with making me think like you?
No thanks, but I am truly grateful for
what is, what is, what is,
what was, what was, what was,
and what will, what will, what will.
And for someone who doesn’t bother to know the difference, just
dismiss yourself on your own accord,
then I’ll be glad to finally talk.
You make it sound right.
Take a hint!
He is a hero because he died
saving someone else’s life.
He’s human and divine because he had
the heart to make that choice.
Everyone is a victim in any story.
We just miss the fact that the antagonist
is not among us and
that the obvious solution and mission is
which can only be achieved through love.
If it’s not pride,
why does it overlook everything it tramples on?
“How do you kill a thing that has already died?”
the “Lonesome Minstrel” says.
Give it life then kill it again.
Love… love… love….
why are people so obsessed with what it’s not?
Come to think of it….
let me just end this by telling you,
I love you.
(This is originally posted as prose in Valkyrja*Soul but I’ve decided to post it here and make it appear as spoken word, as it actually is a compilation of such. The attachment is also published in flickr.com/valkyrjaxoul.