If your were the monster of remote earth,

Does the sheer weight concludes your deception?

But eclipse and the cycle does no work

Not even the deepest humility

It gives me the nightmare during slumber

That I shall be abreast with the distance

And struggle with holding on forever

Not an ego nor abstract comes my way

Now that I shall compare you to a fruit

There is a benevolent rant astray

With words and colours revelling upon

The sight of tomorrow ebbing dismay

And oh, the light and radiance of your smile

Efface the gnarl and tangles on your face!

~Daniel L. Astillero

17.05.12 | 0218h

As I walk into conclusion

I begin to realise that

the next mornings are illusions

and glitters are mere reminders

Come “reality” as they say

could you be enough to dismay?

All the bravados pouring out

and rushing forth into her south

No more fancy, all will be true

and I have learned so much, but you!

Now, a sudden turning point comes

preceding yet a life event

When her chuckles begin to sound

should I be worried or just proud?

ah, the answer is apathy

but love is so filthy and true

So embrace me now or forever be gone

start the flame and be the subject of my cathexis

the make-believe is healthy, our turf is poised

perpetually and silently, I can hear you

Now that the moon is effaced, can we slumber?

the distant chain changes and temperaments, too

in the vastness of meanings, we can meander

but with will, nonetheless, truth has its own apparition

So everything swoons over that line, for sure

the blood, the makeup, the disposition

even in the simplest forms of her complexities

overwhelm the greatest wars, outwit the wisest phrases

And after all, by the setting of the sun, the Lynchpin holds

the two wheels of lopsided ideas, their paradox, can still roll

by the grease and its viscous treatment to our Love Affair

and even onto the Hostility of the obstacles, we pursue