Kaming mga kabataan karon
Ayaw’g pasagdi’ng mawala
Kay ang mga kahilay’ang tanan
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Of Lovelorns & Haiku

He She
Early morn, window frosts
    the cold draft of winter whisks —
A door left ajar.
White is this morning
    on a bough a red birda sings —
A song of good-byes.
My very first step
    reluctantly to depart
Tears begin to fall.
Footprints in the snow
    lead back through the frigid tears —
To an empty door.
The door swings open
    bringing the bitter winds
The erring footfalls.
Still remains the door
    the footfalls — a wishful thought
My heart awakens.
No vestiges remain
    footprints, scents — lost to winter
Save my opaque heart.
White is the morning
    on a bough the red bird sings —
A song of good-byes.

aA cardinal.
Lovelorn, adjective for someone who is unhappy because of unrequited love.

April 7: Thoughts
Cypress, California

09:30   Yep, Cover 3 would beat that Tight End route; good job, EA.

09:48   I didn’t think I’d feel this cold here in this freezer. I thought I was impervious to it. Must be getting old. Alright, where is that kale? I must have missed it on the first go. Cold, cold … Continue reading

I did not know whether my wife was alive, and I had no means of finding out (during all my prison life there was no outgoing or incoming mail); but at that moment it ceased to matter. There was no need for me to know; nothing could touch the rength of my love, my thoughts, and the image of my beloved. Continue reading
A thought transfixed me: for the fir time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth — that love is the ultimate and the highe goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greate secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: Continue reading