losing my line

the line that i drew to lead to my end stops.
the vein where that line is based loosens its grip.
the grip that holds my self from astray gives up.
my self is detached from the line from the vein that accesses my soul.
my soul now wanders.no direction.no past. no future.

Where is "ME" now?
Where is the line?
Is infinity unreachable?

If the line continues, when and where will it end?
I am restless. I am weak.I cannot hold the line.I stop.

Tell me

Is the rose naked?
or is that her only dress?

Why do we conceal the beauty of roots?
Who will unravel the secrets of your beauty?

When can one devour piece by piece
the mystery of your glance?

It mirrors awayfrom each glimpse
you cannot denounce by hiding

It mirrors away the meander path of poetry
but so long as these rhetorics reach you
let me dare to say:

acquaint me to your world
see if we fit

-savage poet--cyber grim--

tagaytay

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

#Neruda's verses have always been the music serenading my empty soul.

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grades are done. you can get your classcards at the hum div. for those who got 4.0, you have a year to take a removal exam. thanks pips...happy sembreak!

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