Do Not Forget Your Flowers

And the sun did set for you
But why now?
Why now, on this beautiful summer day?
You left to play with the daisies
While we waited for you in vain
Never did we notice
That you did not find daisies;
But you found a fly-trap.


Yes, you were shunned by the children
And you smashed a bottle on their heads.
And they laughed on us both.
We never noticed the sun;
Nor did we the freckled moon.
We were just having some fucking fun.
Fun, some nonsense and anything.
And you tell me you're dead already?


Together, we were jesters and
They all laughed at us,
But we laughed at them harder.
You taught me lessons I need not
And I thank thee for that.
You instructed me to be a fool,
Maybe I'll thank you later for that.
Thank you, Oh wise fool.


Tonight I leave you our last prank
Tonight I leave you white flowers
Tonight I bid farewell to thee, great jest
Tonight I shall see you no more
Tonight you sleep soundly
Tonight you won't forget your flowers.
Tonight you remain in our forever.
Farewell, my stupid friend.


RIP Ronald Bercasio Labadlabad March 14, 1987-June 23, 2009

My Beautiful Illusion

You were just an illusion
A figment of my mad isolation
Made to break concentration


I taught myself to love you
You're a mist--that I knew
But I didn't know what to do.


And you came to me
Came to me softly
Oh, how I loved thee!


Yours was a visage of grace
But let me touch thy face
And my wit you shall erase.


But real, you are not
Yet you mean a lot
Remember you, I should not.


Alas, but I did love you.
I knew I did and I still do.
Yet I am cursed to forget you.


Farewell, my dream maiden,
And you shall be forgotten.
Nothing more but a dark raven.

The Lonely Immortal

Pity, pity on me;
Weak and pathetic creature I am.
Put my hand in the beast's mouth,
Only to drag the bloody mush back to me.
Woe, o woe to me, I who have fallen before the Master.
I yearn for Him, yet shame tears me away.
Shall redemption return to me still?


Shame, shame on me;
I am filled with shame.
For eons I roam this world,
And yet Death himself loathes me.
I have seen wars start and end.
I have seen countless deaths.
Yet I have not seen my own salvation.


Save me, oh save me.
Whoever you are listening to my piteous cries.
Heed my cries and listen to them well.
Taste my eternal tears and you will know.
This noose is killing me, set me free.
I am immortal, yet I am dying everyday.
Redemption, oh redemption, come to me quick.