Hair Illusion

One thing from crib to grave
Made our specie unique from the rest
A special material for products to crave
for this crown to take test.

Oh this thing in our follicle
Tamed, explored, colored or rented
To our lives has its chronicle
Short or curl, straight or bended.

One thing for sure
It made us responsible
To attract someone or ensure
Its looks is accountable.

And so we did so many unthinkable
From Bob Cut to copy cat
To suit the era of our time compatible
To emotion or being apolitical brat.

No wonder we are horrified
To learn the day its slowly leaving
The very thing we glorified
Thats comes a long way, is unbelieving

–Saigon De Manila©2014
from the book “The Wandering Clouds“

original art work below is from same author titled : Dolce Moglie 

Winter Gathering

Winter Gathering

Long before man tried to tame this violent Earth
Instinct-driven animals wandered and rebirth
in the tedious process to survive a life
every one big and small, peacetime come strife
when season calls, they either go south
for migration and to feed their mouth.

Today man prepares their sacred legal passport
to ensure legit entry for and every port,
economic driven or otherwise
makes us modern slaves or rather unwise
in quest of a good life we set forth
we thought can lead us to our true north.

For some, who settled but not left behind
they just hit the road mostly to unwind.
for us not so few, we grab our pen, and start writing
refusing to be idle and never returning
from our own maddening crowd we know not
as we commune to tie a common knot.

Anyone can write but we do realize,
only it’s not for all to materialize
what it truly meant not to let ourselves down
be it a guest, a friend or just new in town
the cold frost, and clinking glass of red wine
we’ll scribble till beyond Christmas time.

Welcome to the winter gathering!

 

SaigonDeManila©