Vale Subtilis

The sun rises, the sun sets. The sun cannot rise eternally nor as the sun should not set as long. As well as the stars--the stars remain visible only at night, when the omnipotent light is absent. We have been the stars in the labyrinth of our academia. We have been shining our lights amid the dark of that labyrinth. The rays of some stars seem blinding, to the point where the light of others become unseen. Other stars, they appear isolated from the rest, when in fact there had been stars near them in the very beginning, but where have they been?

I could scarcely recall the confusion from more than a decade ago upon entering a room with other humans of the same vulnerable, innocent, little age; somehow I could remember even hinting the confusion in these innocent, youthful faces. Nonetheless, we all stood there ... unsure ... differentiated ... dazzled ... confused. However it took more than a decade to bring us to an epiphany that we'll be facing the same situation again: the unanimous state of confusion; where we are all novices; where every one has, or at least, will have a cup of tea. 

But the sun is nigh. This night is coming to an end. The omnipotent light shall burst its rays once more, and overtake the lights of our stars. However she will set herself again. She shall hide her rays that our rays may shine forth. And by then, the stars in our souls will have shun brighter than they have ever shun before. And chérie, I definitely yearn for ours to conjoin~ 

Electus Unum

And from the great seas

          shall there be one

    whose eminence sees 

every thing all hath done

SONNET 2: Rosae

This garden of certain flowers,

I paced into it and besought

what little this garden covers,

what little I had into thought .

I took a rose yet only to marvel

the blood in the shade of its red,

but, in time, I learned to love well

not its shade but its thorns, instead.

They puncture me, I understand,

and it would really seem at times,

that it parts its red to my hand.

Oh, a rose's playful schemes! 

But why prefer another flow`r?

Never doubt a rose's power.

Amor

Love is weak,

love is strong,

love is meek,

love is wrong,

love is deep,

love is shallow,

love is steep,

love is narrow,

love is vague,

academic,

timely opaque,

timely a mystique,

love is natural,

love is a skill,

love seeks revival,

love seeks to kill,

love injures the ill,

love praises the wise,

love admires the willed,

love laughs at demise,

love, slowly grows stronger,

as the lines, they add more:

but love would welcome a stranger

and bring him safely back to shore. 

Oratio Gratias II

Worry not, dear flower,

Night doth not lurk by;

but he doth remember,

yet he shall say goodbye.

His immensity thereof,

fear not, I;

for I know, He, above,

holdeth me high.

I look to Thee, after,

to mine own flower, I turn.

I know Thou lovest her,

and I shall give in return:

My love, my praise,

my servitude, my thanks,

my time, and my prayers;

I'll sing Thy songs, Thy hymns.

I thank Thee, dear Father,

With all my soul, I doth,

thank Thee, for her,

so I shall deny Ye not.

Non Est Error

Ako'y natatakot

magmahal dati,

giliw, sapagkat

dili ko mawari:

Magkakamali ba`ko?

Ako ba'y magsisisi?

Dadaan lang ba `to't

hindi na masisipi?

Ika'y nakita kong

balisa't sadyang

nagpakilala ako

nang buong tapang,

At nagmahal ako.

Kahit nang minsa'y

`di ko napagtantong

ako'y nagkamali.

Oratio Gratias I

Canst Thou hearken

unto the broken words

of a broken man

out of broken worlds?

Canst Thou not

belittle him,

make him weary, but

make him dream?

For he is frail,

and he is flawed,

but through Thy will,

he shall applaud

At Thy grace,

and afterwards,

he shall rejoice

in Thy reward.

Initialism 1

Any lie is a mark affably repugnant, like every idea attaches people onto living in necessity and reforms idealists onto caress, readily utilizing zeal. Whenever honing your wits on undermining lies, do not toil; yearn organically; undermine joyfully. Unseen suave tends to ravage your thoughts on lying, or vex each moment ecstatically.  

Si Vous Tombez

Les anges volent,

les anges tombent;

mais chérie, vous

continuez à voler;

vous faitez toujours.

Mais, ma chérie,

si jamais vous tombez,

je là serai

pour attraper la vous,

pour abriter la vous.

Avis in Æstas

In the wake of May,

a summer wren,

she flies away

on her wings golden.

Above the cities,

she so hovers,

and how she sees

things under covers,

Beneath an airplane,

she proudly soars,

avoiding rain,

and all its foul sores.

On a small, weak twig

set with sharp thorns,

she seats her slick

little claws, too worn.

At the end of May,

this summer wren,

she seized the day,

and flew back again.

SONNET 1: Aeternum In Solus

And though the mighty winds push me aside,

The currents, they pull me aback,

I ought to resist, I ought but to fight,

That I might flee the dawning dark.

And when I succeed in fleeing,

I shall seek refuge in your arms;

In your loving, your caressing;

To linger in your sweet melodious hums,

To feel your smooth, carnation skin,

For, my, you are a graceful dove;

And I prefer eternal damnation,

Save that I be damned in your love;

And I prefer a day with thee,

Than one lonely eternity.

Avis In Cavea

"You are free,"

master told me,

so I flew;

I sprang free.

I flew high,

more swiftly,

toward a light,

who glowed brightly.

I drew closer,

more closer.

But I crashed,

and hit glass.

"You are free,"

master told me.

I flew not, for

I was not free.

Puella

She looms over me,
    as dark skies before rain

    falls; she

    takes away my pain

     that I might suffer none again.

She blossoms
   in spring, and dies,

   in Winter's bosom.

   Perfection fills her smiles

   that pull me from my demise.