"Sleep that Betrays"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
I did not know I was tired
Till I laid down my head
That I lay so still
And a day went ahead
II
In a blink I saw
I was already in the future
A little bit better
Just a little fresher
III
But I sat there afraid
that my body had betrayed me
If I had been so tired
How did I not know it?
The Gatehouse Loft. Valenzuela City. September 30 , 2021. 10:32 PM. Poem 30 of 30.
"Burden Love"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
I thought it had left me
This burden in my soul
Yet I woke up and found it attached here
Not ever wanting to let go.
II
If I had closed the door on it
It had opened it wide apart
It was simply lying there
but it was screaming a little path
III
So I sit here , my favorite line
I will vanquish you
I will be rid of you
But truly this burden is only mine.
The Gatehouse Loft. Valenzuela City. September 30 , 2021. 5:56am. Poem 29 of 30.
"Pagtutuwid"
ni:
Virgillio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
Di na titigil sa mga nasimulan
Nagtatanim pa din kahit anihan na
Dahil di din tumigil ang pagawa
Ng mga bagay na kailangang gawing tama
II
At di na nagsasabi kung anong burak
Nilinis na ng oras na dahan dahan ang patak
Tumayo laban sa madidilim na ulap
Inayos ang takot na sumasakot sa utak
III
Pinangako na kung ano ang maayos
Yun na ang pipiliin at pipiliin ding muli.
Hanggang sa umayos ang mga sanga sanga
at matuwid sa iisang landas
Optum.Quezon City. September 29 2021. 5:41am. Poem 28 of 30.
"Orphan"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
Son is the loneliest word I know
Because it can only be properly said by you two
And now you are gone
I am caught here in this space
Wondering around
And lost in this gaze
II
Wanting to hear it
It echoing still
In the beating heart that you have created
With the love that have shared
I am an instrument of that love
of the essence that you were
III
Son , I take the word
My weapon and my shield
My staff and torch
It is who I am.
Lost though I maybe.
Optum. Quezon City. September 28 2021. 7:31am. Poem 27 0f 30.
"Ang Pagtikom"
Ni:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
Pakikinggan ko ang hulog ng mga bubog
Mga masasakit na salita sa labi mong nagmula
Di ipagpapalit isang saglit ng iyong galit
Sa Ginhawa na sisimulan sa iba
II
Hinihintay ang iyong bulong habang nakakulong
At nagugutom na mamalagi sa iyong tabi
Nang di na sasabihin ang aking sasabihin
Ngigngiti na lang kung kakailanganin
III
At Napagod ka ba sa paghihintay ng aking kalayaan?
At tuluyan nang winaglit ang galit?
Napinid na ang mga pulang labi
At tuluyan nang walang mahahapding nasabi.
Optum. Quezon City. September 28 2021. 7:27am. Poem 26 of 30.
"Unturned Stones"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
There is that itch
I can neither reach or ease
It hounds me all day
And I cannot help but give in
II
It is like a gentle whisper
but intense as a fire
This all consuming thing
that defines my desires
III
And so I have left
certain stones unturned
My way of confusing
My lusts till the end.
Optum. Quezon City. September 28 , 2021. 4:44am. Poem 24 of 30.
"Failing my Savior"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
I remember not being able to breathe
Choking on a piece of beef
My lips have already turned purple
but somehow you have reached me with one leap
II
And you saved me
With the Heimlich you have performed so well
I saw the concern in your eyes
I know you were suffering as if in hell
III
I swore back then that I will save you
When it was my turn
But I should have known what would have happened
I have failed you as well.
Optum , Quezon City. September 22 , 2021. 7:10am. Poem 21 of 30.
"The Wanderer's Lust"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr. MD
I
In my age I have seen
Wonder crumble and stars fade
I have heard songs pass
And stories die within the age
II
I am a wanderer looking for such things
The small trinket
The missing language
The missing links
III
And like all things worthwhile
They are satisfying to find
The lost wonders of man
I am looking for a future while living in the past.
Optum , Quezon City. September 21 , 2021. 12:19am Poem 20 of 30
"The Eyes of Death 3"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
The Pain in my neck lingers
I know it would not be long
I hope you will be free my friend
Out there please pay what you owe.
II
I have chosen this way
Because you have been kind
Because you have decent
And I have been blind
III
Let me atone for the thing I have become
In my death be my friend
And remember me
Look up to me with dignity and pride.
Optum , Quezon City. September 21 , 2021. 12:10am Poem 19 of 30.
"The Eyes of Death 2"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
I look at you one last time
And I move toward the exit
You tell me your name finally
And that was when the bullet hit
II
Were you cheating all this time?
The friends you said that we were.
Were you dishonoring that?
To save your pathetic little self?
III
Well I have all the marbles
And now you have none
Not even that dear life you hold
Now my friend we are done.
Optum , Quezon City. September 21 , 2021. 12:05am Poem 19 0f 30.
"The Eyes Of Death 1"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
In my dream we were all there
A class of one in the haze
Chosen to battle to death
The Victors smile only in the end
II
Yet in my experience
Something else was unique
I inhabited all the bodies
Both those dying and killing
III
And I experienced the pain of the lover
The ecstasy of the hunter
The resolve of those trying to survive
The fear of those afraid to die
IV
And in the end I wore that smile
That the Victor always wore
Yet inside my heart the shallows rang true
All of them were me and just you.
Optum , Quezon City. September 20 , 2021. 11:58pm. Poem 18 of 30.
"The Decisions That We Make"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
You report on the 5 digit cases
The deaths and healed
None of it makes any sense
If you loosen up the reels!
II
So many are dying
In the hospitals or at home
Some from lack of money
And some from making to take home
III
And it is not a contest
To see who cares more or cares not
It is about making the harsh decisions
To survive another night.
Optum , Quezon City. September 20 , 2021. 11:45pm Poem 17 of 30.
"My Paper Cuts"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
Will you ever see it?
These thousand cuts that you have inflicted?
I doubt that you will ,
It is only me who is conflicted.
II
Every word , A slight
Every Seen , A Might
Every disrespect , An Uninvite
A block for every Dissension
III
Until the thousand papercuts bleed
And the wound becomes to far gone to heal
Where every touch is tender
And the fictions become real.
Optum , Quezon City. September 20 , 2021. 11:39pm Poem 16 of 30.
"Bangon na Pagong"
Ni:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
Totoo ba na mabagal ang iyong lakad?
Nakatingin sa sahig , walang sagot?
Patuloy ang parang gapang
hanggang sa dulo ng mga ito.
II
Di ka ba nakaisip na itakbo
Ang maikli namang distansya?
Tahimik ka pa din sa paglakad
Meron ka bang deperensya?
III
Kasing bagal ng pagong
pero alam kong di ka naman mabagal
Itigil mo na ang pagpapanggap
Bumangon ka na at tumakbo.
Optum , Quezon City. September 15 , 2021. 7:15am Poem 15 of 30.
"Mga Telang Natupok"
Ni:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
Nasunog ang mga tela
Natupok ang bawat hibla
At ang mananahi di makapaniwala
Nasa Sulok at nakatulala
II
Dumaan ang nakaraan
At ang lilipas as kusang lumipas
Andito pa din sa kasalukuyan
Ang mga naiisip ay umaangkas
III
Saan na nga ba napunta ang mga naisip?
Nabaon ba sa kailailalim?
Sabay sa pagbulong ng hangin
Inubos ang huling liwanag ng Dilim
Optum , Quezon City. Septemeber 14 , 2021. 5:03am Poem 13 of 30.
"Naabutan ng Asul"
Ni:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr,MD
I
Nagsabi nang minsan
Di na masisilaw sa mga pangako
Pero naabutan ng Asul
Nawala ang pagbabago.
II
Di ko ibebenta
Di ko ipagbibili
Yayakapin ang dangal
Pero nasa huli din ang sisi
III
Umikot lang ang putik
At ang putik ang lumunod muli
Naabutan ng Asul
Di na muling nagsuri.
Optum , Quezon City. September 14 , 2021 4:56am Poem 12 of 30.
"Naguumpisang Pangako"
Ni:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
At muling tumalikod
Ang mga nagpapanggap
Na may paki sa kapwa
Na magaahon sa dukha
II
Sa pagtalikod nakangisi
Naloko na naman ang tao
Sa pagtalikod ang tao ay ibibigti
Sa lubid ng kanilang kalimot
III
Haharap nang muli at ngingiti
Mangagako , magtantanggol sa mga api
Pero hawak ang punyal
Baon sa mga memoryang maikli
Optum , Quezon City. September 14 , 2021. 4:50am. Poem 11 of 30
"Ang Huling Bulalakaw"
Ni:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
Bulalakaw sa langit nanggaling
Sa lupa humalik ng buong galit
Napuna ng kabundukan ang mga abo
At ang pagliyab ng mga tao.
II
May nagsabi na kailangan ang bagong simula
Para di na maulit ang nakaraan
Pero ang nakaraan din ang nagtuturo
Na mauulit at mauulit lang din ito.
III
Minsan kailangan tanggapin ang mga bagay
Di mababago ng taimtimang paghihimlay
Mga bagay na dumarating lamang
Para sadyang baguhin ang lahat.
Optum , Quezon City. September 11 , 2021. 6:59am. Poem 10 of 30.
"Napuno.Ang.Nambulsa"
Ni:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
Ano pa ba ang aasahan sa isang halimaw?
Kundi ang salita at asal ng isa.
Maghahanap ka ba ng papuri?
Kung wala ka namang maayos na nagawa?
II
Tatayo ka at sasabihing sino ang may gusto ng mga patay?
Na ikaw mismo na tumayo ang may hiling.
Namamatay na mga mata'y nakatirik
Perang para sa kanila eh nasa iyong bulsa
III
Isang grupo lang ba ang may pakialam?
Eh parang ganun na nga lang
Di nagtutugma lahat ng sinasabi
Sa mga harapang pinagagawa.
Optum , Quezon City. September 11 , 2021. 6:53am Poem 9 of 30.
"The Loop of Her Symphony"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
Suffocating my mind with thoughts of you
Tonight seems like another night but it is not
For when beginnings roll on, the end eventually comes
And for me who is drowning in you, it means right now
II
Stepping into these midnight affairs
logging out in these mental missteps
Hoping that the whispers never find me again
Yet here I am grasping at the ends
Your name keeps reminding me
That there is no end to this game
III
So the prisoner again utters those words
The captor smiles and signals to start
The loop rewinds in on itself.
The music begins from the top.
The Gatehouse Loft , Valenzuela City. September 9, 2021. 4:05am. Poem 8 of 30.
"Spider's Web"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
How many times must I fall
for those words that you set up?
Time and time again
Like it was not a trap
II
Caught in your gaze
I should have already realized
There was not escaping
Until the end of this trance
III
Yet after your voice has gone
Your memory lingers
Trapping me here
Forever and Ever
Optum, Quezon City. September 8, 2021. 5:36am Poem 7 of 30.
"I thought I stood."
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr. MD
I
I could be angry and I could fall
I could shout at the insanity of it all
I could but who knows if I should
Only this thing in my chest would
II
But is it still beating after all?
Or is it another dead thing?
The changing of the seasons have no meaning
Stuck in place and shivering.
III
I could do something
I could say something
And Yet here I remain
Standing for nothing
Optum, Quezon City. September 7 , 2021. 5:09am Poem 6 of 30.
"Escaping you"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
I ran towards the other end
And there you still sat
Not minding the effort I took
You Smile and say
It is fine if you run
Just know that you are mine
II
I laughed at this predicament
Since dawn I have predicted it
And now that the stars are here I am done
My freezing breathe
And my body withering from the cold
You laughing as well that you should
III
You hold me in your arms
And kiss my forehead for that little warmth
It sets me on fire , it sets me on fire
And I blaze there all silent
Like the final embers on this night
I escape in fumes from this vessel.
Optum , Quezon City. September 7,2021. 5:00am Poem 5 of 30.
"Hush it with you."
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
Don't Sit there smoldering
Mouthing those Words I never thought
"We're not friends , if that is what you are hoping"
You have to whisper and it flies in my mind again
II
Don't smile at me like that
Expecting that this won't be a thing
I have seen this fast progression
Hold on , slow down your gains
III
Don't try to kiss me
When we should be talking this out
I try to give you more reasons
but the lights burn out.
Optum, Quezon City. September 7 , 2021. 12:50am Poem 4 of 30.
"Never Friends"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
4 Pretty things signed a Contract
4 Pretty Things could not turn back
And so with their guns and their gear
They went hunting on this Summer Night
II
4 Pretty things going about their own way
Hunting the only thing that can be prey
A lone man sitting by his lonesome
Not anymore as they approached his domicile.
III
4 Pretty things got in each others way
2 fought the other 2 and 2 died right away
1 struggled with a gun to her head
1 Pretty thing wound up dead.
Optum , Quezon City. September 4 , 2021. 6:36am. Poem 3 of 30.
"It Knows"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
The Howl Just stopped
And replaced by the eerie Silence
Stuck in the woods at this hour
Sensing something there in the darkness
II
Something walking there
A Werewolf in each hand
Towering above the trees
You pray it does not notice
III
And yet this shadow stops
Sniffing the Air
"Come out Human!"
"I know you are there."
Optum , Quezon City. September 4 , 2021. 6:31am. Poem 2 of 30.
"Fuming on Fumes"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
Funny how you expect
And people do the opposite
You advise people to drink Medicine
but they keep imbibing poison
II
Choose a path that you can travel
And to defy you people jump off cliffs.
I know what to do you say
And they ignore you all the same.
III
It is funny how it is no longer funny
How dumb people have become
Some are hard to recognize
But some are easy with no mask on.
The Gatehouse Loft , Valenzuela City. September 2 , 2021. 7:14am Poem 1 of 30.
