~*~Scent of Death~*~ I can smell her now, scent of death I feel indebted, I’ve been chosen next The grotesque comfort of death, an accolade The gentle caress of her crimson blood Chagrined or just being evasive? Nevertheless Possessing a nocturnal voice That leaves the seraphs antediluvian I, am enthralled by your innocence, Not your verbose catharsis. I, venerate you ‘til our apotheosis. About me, the supercilious mortals Utter and mutter axiomatic premises Then please don’t make pretexts, To repel from the void. Come with me, my neonate Leave your unvituperatived life behind, I am your abortive heart, your death.

VINTAGE WINTER=winter takes forever 2 leave, yet so quick to return...atleast when I composed this...

~*~Vintage Winter~*~ The abysmal winter, swiftly comes, infinitely stays, As my vermilion blood flow through the haemophilic snow The infallible loathing of the sun, Synopsized the transient life of the whispering zephyr The plethora of axioms coming ad infinitum From the sagacity of this creature What is this creature That crawls at the demise of the lapis lazuli heaven Where my tears used to water Where my fury was used as a philter The liquefying ice is aggrieved, Using the infuriated swaying trees, As a samalgundi of analgesics. Scintillating stars, The simulacrum of the vexing sun, Burned and made an operture, That victors over an exasperated fissure, Through the vulnerability of the fatal snow. Night twilight, day rejuvenating betwixt, acrimonious altercation, rallies. The melancholic moon seemed puerile, Its neonate looks upon The somnolent bodies afar On the drenched ground, The self-reproached snow asks for absolution Exonerated by the dyspeptic yet frivolous sun.

ANCIENT NEONATE=neonate representing Demokrasya sa Pilipinas, having our former presidents(more like ERAP) as our "HERO"....we shant lose hope 4 equal power, we can't lose something we never had...

~*~Ancient Neonate~*~ Embellished corpses, paint of death Venommed by a magniloquent hero One after another Bloodlust, bloodbathed, bloodshed Hope wrung the neonate’s neck Like a serpent coiled about a branch Asphyxiated in the coffin of abject reign Caused by absolute anathema The manifested of faith askew, Your hero, immersed by greed, Desire to gain more control and power Thirst for despotism The neonate becomes baffled, unable to rise, to awake Yearning and awaiting to be vivified. Trust and patriarchy and such Just to be rescued by the pernicious ideas, Intensified by your hero The neonate enticed, With the effervescent candy of agony. A gallimaufry of melodramatic wooing, Puerile promises, Sweetened with multicoloured masques of nirvana and shaded sorrow. Pacifying vision, feel indebted, For your hero’s aid, it’s now unpalpable It’s aftermath, no one’s left culpable Vivid vision of orgasmic and phantasmal reality Where’s the omega if there’s no alpha In its matrix, the neonate still hibernate Ever will it exist... Commence!!! She’s amiss, I am your hero, your nemesis.