Poem: Hope lost

   When hope is gone and all is lost,

   we feel the pain and mourn the loss.

   The anvil fell it did not serve us well.

   So now where it is,

   is where we shall dwell.

   What was once strong and holy,

   now remember it is hope in name only.

   2011©Agapin Edrayll

    Image: 300

Predestined Caricature Of Intimacy

   I breathe these living lines that pierce my beating heart

   And every page of these tattered books I keep

   The letters stab every ounce of me.

   With these sea of words that swarm their way around me

   It seems that I am a part of you and as you are of me,

   That we cannot do anything but to live along with this

   Predestined caricature of intimacy.

   2011©Agapin Edrayll
    Image: Jane Eyre 1996

Somewhere In Ifugao

Heads are rolling down that golden road.

The angel of the Lord appeared to him in a blazing fire
from the midst of a bush... (Exodus 3:2)

There is joy there is fun there are seasons in the sun.

Ride, embark yourself into an adventure

This river doesn't like me.

Mountains will roar.

Farewell baby girl. Long live the mountains. Soujourners for a while. Hello country life. Run. Live. Be carefree. Scream. Have fun.

Ifugao, May 2010

Somewhere In Pine City

The streets are calm this time of day.

Run Lola Run, but these aren’t the best days of your life.

Trees, towering trees, green grass, ohh the scent.

   A summer trip to the city of pines, Baguio. A conjoined room. Early breakfast treats.

   Fresh air. Sunflowers everywhere. Burnham Park. Camp John hay. Foods. Country-folk. 

   Silk worms. Strawberries. Ohhh Baguio.

   Baguio, April 2009