Palaisipan

Bakit?

Bakit mas madalas na walang kasagutan sa mga tanong?
Ako ay manghuhula na lamang ba pagkat hindi na makapaghintay?
Bakit tila mas madaling sabihin ang mahal kita ngunit mahirap panatiliin?
Hindi gaya ng pagpapaalam na kay hirap bigkasin ngunit kay dali naman gawin...
Bakit nga ba likas sa atin na mas mabilis tayo ay mang-husga? 
Ngunit kay bagal ng pag usad ng pag-tanggap at pag-unawa?

Marahil bago pa man dumating ang mga kasagutan...
Ang lahat ng ito ay labis ko ng naintindihan...

Minsan...

Minsan ako ay sa hangi'y kumapit...
Nagpa-agos sa haplos ng araw sa tag-init...
Sumayaw sa ilalim ng bituin at kabilugan ng buwan...
Natulog habang bumubuhos sakin ang ulan...

Malamang kung ikaw ay nagbabasa nito ikaw ay naguluhan...
Magaling! Pagkat ako ay iyong naintindihan!

-jackie perfinan

Lavender, Rose, Lily and Her Heart

She had waved farewell, turned her back and drifted away,

From an island of lavender fields and torching addicting weeds

Yes, with blazing beliefs that this is not to lead her astray

The tormenting rush of blood through her veins of veins!    

She screams in mighty and fervent tears of freedom and glee

Touching a land of peaceful chaos, a land of roses where she lay

It allowed her to stay quite longer, thorns pricked her inner skins

“Unconfined, bluntly”- she thought of those pricks on her as fey

Alas! she dreamt of the scent of lavender in the islands and weeds

Gathered her oars, left the roses and rowed back to frightful agony

As she stroked to rough warm waters, a modest lily caught her way

The lily emulated, echoed her being, her voice, and all of her needs

She swore she would row from night ‘til day if the lily would stay

Before dawn a harsh truth snapped, the lily belonged to someone else

Short lived it was named, she painted it in oil as if it was not to flee

In the rise of the red moon, on the lavender field she ran and lay

The sweet scent lulled her, dragged her, pulling her to deep dreams

Dreams turned to delicious nightmares, found herself in a sad bay

She watched her soul roll in lavenders and roses and addicting weeds!

Bleeding, wounded, bruised, the rage and the scars she’d hated to see!

The oars all wrecked, her spirit drenched, her soul almost lost!

Her heart. It was broken. Her heart was still beating yet bleeding....

-jackie perfinan