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do not move a mountain

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do not move a mountain with your faith it is a crime only move me with your love and mountains will swim  across the oceans trees will touch the stars for even a rose could love a thorn if you were mine

do not be afraid

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do not be afraid    to dance   with the Devil     show him     how well        you have grown
you have           a hell    of your own

Khatrina

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(Note: This poem is written in Filipino.)

Aking mahal, kung maaari,
paki baon mo sa bawat paksa,
parirala, at kataga
ang aking sasabihin:

Ang aking puso ay taimtim na tumitibok
sa iyong kaluluwa
isang pagsibol ng pangarap
tulad ng pag-agos ng gatas
mula sa mga bituin
upang masulyapan ang iyong
mapanuksong mga mata

Hindi mo ba napapansin
ang pagbuntong-hininga ng mga ibon
tuwing ika'y dumaraan o tumatawid
sa kalsada?
Tulad nito ang aking naramdaman
nung ika'y palihim kong pinagmasdan
sa ating munting eskwelahan

Aking sinta, mula noon,
araw-araw at gabi-gabi,
ako'y humihinga ng rosas
mula sa halimuyak ng iyong bibig
Kaya't huwag mo sanang ipagtaka
ang katas ng aking pag-ibig:
"Mahal kita, mahal kita..."
tila walang tigil na inuukit
sa aking katawan
"Mahal kita, mahal kita..."
aking bulong sa buwan

At sa bawat dampi ng aking labi
sa iyong sagradong balat,
sana'y iyong dinggin
at dahan-dahang bigkasin
na ako'y
mahal
mo rin.

you are a rare creature

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you are
        a rare creature
  a myth
       buried
   in a secret page
     of literature
one day
  the world will have
       to dig in
and exhume you
    from my heart
to see
 how your soul
spills
  from your body
             giving light
     to the stars

she hid in the pages

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she hid in the pages
of a book
until she met someone
with the same level
of soul, love, and rage

Pump my heart

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Pump my heart
and flush me
down
until nothing
is left
but the beat
of your Soul.

she may look like a rose

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she may look like a rose
but her soul is a sword
before you can break her
you have to pass
through the blade

The night is cold and bleak

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The night is cold and bleak is composed of verses that explore the mysteries of love,
shattered humanity, life, and  a fling  with Death.
I hunger
I hunger for things that have a soul If you have one, I will eat you... 
I know a woman who, in order to breathe, writes a line or two of poetry
I also know a man who dances, naked in the moonlight with the ghost of his beloved
I ate them.
I hunger for things that have a soul and I am starving
Because when I show the world a beautiful red rose
they only see the thorns.
I killed myself
I killed myself a thousand times
in fiction
so that I could face this life without losing my Soul.

I am become Death

I am become Death
for the soul
finally
died

I left it
floating
in the
Euphrates
for having
loved
too deep

nobody
understood

And now
Death
walks
upon
this pale
and muddy
earth
holding a
scythe

for it is
not
Death
that man
should fear
but
Life

and all
that move
and
breathe.

"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."  
—Lord Krishna, Bhagavad Gita

To embrace fading beauty

To embrace
fading beauty
and love eternally
what does not last
This is
the pathos
of things

a soothing
gentle sadness
to know
that
Now is all
you have
against
the grim
reality

This is
why
flowers
open their
petals
and laugh
at the
sky
and why
birds
little birds
fly

So before
the music
stops,
tiptoe
to the
stars
and kiss
the
moon

Let your
love
be fierce and
wild
enough to
set
the Soul
on fire

for the gods
envy
a blissful
death.

The Little Boy and His Grandpa

"Why do you always watch the news
grandpa?" asked the little boy

'To know what is happening
around us, of course' answered the
old man

"But, they don't care what's happening
to you, grandpa"

'Well, you're right,
but it also feels good since I have
lots of problems'

The boy looked at him questioningly

'See, these people' explained the old man
'they also have problems,
even bigger problems
so I feel that I'm not alone
that I'm even lucky
and I feel comforted'

"O, that is so sad" remarked the little boy

'Sad? But why?' asked the old man

"Because everyone simply watches
everyone else's suffering
and even enjoys it
instead of helping out
No wonder this world
is full of problems, grandpa
just like you"

'Just like me?' grandpa asked

"Yes," the boy answered
"because now I'm watching you
and I see that you are sad
just like them."

The moon waves her long arms

The moon waves her long arms
in surrender
as we talk about meaningless things
with pure joy and wonder

Your hands hold mine
as if to stop time in its tracks
while your eyes speak
a symphony of dreams
with your head on my lap

As the night listens
to still our voices,
you smile, and I smile
and all the stars
burn wild
in the sky...

Because, somewhere,
there is a little boy
proposing to a little girl
tying a grassleaf
round her finger
and they kiss
as we kiss
they laugh
as we laugh
and they hold each other
as we hold
forever.

Rosary

"The Rosary is my favorite prayer." —Saint Pope John Paul II

"How beautiful is the family that recites the Rosary every evening" —Saint Pope John Paul II 
“The family that prays together, stays together.” —Father Patrick Peyton 

“The greatest method of praying is to pray the Rosary.” –Saint Francis de Sales 
"Among all the devotions approved by the Church none has been so favored by so many miracles as the devotion of the Most Holy Rosary" —Pope Pius IX 
“The Rosary is the Bible on a String” —Father Ronan Murphy 
“You shall obtain all you ask of me by the recitation of the Rosary.” —Our Lady to Blessed Alan de la Roche 
“Continue to pray the Rosary every day.” —Our Lady of Fatima to Sister Lucia 
"The Rosary is the compendium of the entire Gospel" —Pope Paul VI quoting Pope Pius XII 
“The Rosary is the weapon for these times.” —Saint Padre Pio
What the Rosary is
“The Rosary is made up of two things: mental prayer and vocal prayer. In the Holy Rosary mental…