Clester James Rabuyo

I got this feeling
I cannot put into words
Tears; only tears, tell
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I never thought I'd learn to love again,
After a cursed moment that caused my heart to bleed in pain.
To be BROKEN,
To be FROZEN.
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(An open letter from Mother Earth)

Save me, from thy cruel hands my child
I know thy needs, and I provide
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Free My Philip, For Philip Pines

I, once owned Philip, my ever lovely - beautiful dove
Free to fly, free to wander. Oh! My Philip. Oh my love
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Hear me, save me, please don't restrain
This wall; around, so tall, full of blood stain
The scattered stain; all o'er; marks of my pain
Indelible marks, ev'n ferocious rain
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When I close my eyes
I see people, one-by-one
Walking, leaving... me.
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Poor is the moon - that
Gives light to thee in the dark
Yet thou waits the sun
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Beneath, I am freer than free
When I'm alone, with me, just me
Music is an escape from reality
Brings forth joy amidst a deep melancholy
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WALK WITH ME MYLOVE, SAY YES.
EVEN HOW FAR THE DISTANCE, I'LL GO WITH BLISS.
IT WON'T MATTER HOW DARK & SILENT THE NIGHT IS,
BE WITH ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
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I, the wolf clothed like a lamb
Threaten me not, coz my heart's callous and numb
Thou shalt not try to hunt me in
Trap of silence in me is prepared, outside & within
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Let me hold your hands tight
Forget everything tonight
Lay down and go star gazing
Spend the night talkin', talkin', and talking
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M**** ***, how beautiful is thy name
Aphroditic signature in you, I see
Roselike lips, as red as the flame
In your eyes, your soul reflects a clear beauty
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D'un Autre Monde

Hard
Tough
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Through The Hills

Prepare thyself before you go
And this, I say to you, that though
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Ivy
Dark, green, glossy
Strangling, climbing tall trees
Oh how I love the sight of thee
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Before I bid to you goodbye
I'll look straight right onto your eye
As if I'm perfect, and I don't lie
Keeping a secret so you won't cry
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'Imagine watching a wedding of the girl who promised to marry you,5 years ago.'

Today.
Here I am.
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What makes a poem, a poem?
To be hailed and recognized with diadem.

Is it the rhyme that makes the ends a beautiful tandem?
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How do I tell the sea,
that I'm drowning... in a dry-land?

How do I tell the fire,
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