Glen Yumang Manese

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Friday, September 05, 2008

Insignificant
Category: Writing and Poetry

Insignificant © 2008

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

She asks if time was insignificant?

I reply that time has hindered the reality.

That the effect of affection is within reach.

Nothing is priceless, but the moment.

That the many times are long forgotten.

In taking the advantage is a long extension.

The words have a full circle to actions.

That time is significant only to loss time.

In the touch of a final kiss is sealing this death.

That in closing our eyes is a spiritual forever.

 

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Friday, August 08, 2008

Sudden Death of a Super Model
Category: Writing and Poetry

Sudden Death of a Super Model © 2008

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

In asking, if the person in focus has known her full potential?

In mistaking her existence had been copied from a book, a movie as a matter of fact, or the very lie of opinionated broadcast?

In the sudden death of a super model for all to admire is gone.

In losing the thirst to commitment that hunger means little to a world once viewed as never-ending of ritual to a much ensuing development.

In the picture is sealed as immortal to reflect an image embedded as the comfort of memories.

In some charters of mixed thoughts are venturing waves for the sea to take away.

In those empty shells are all which remains of her life?

In moving on is a hardship not easily rendered as absolute.

 

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Endeavor
Category: Writing and Poetry

Endeavor © 2008

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

I spoke to her today even though we don't do so often anymore

That life is better spent to the eradicable lifestyle of the every day

That we measure time as an invaluable material object of necessity

I accept her apology and so does she as a lady

In growing to the lapse of a complicated endeavor

That sadness declares these thoughts bottled up at times

In truth I believe the days are numbered

Exalting our ties to the inevitable

Though this is no ordinary love like a song of Sade

In doubt lingers to say such words from my mind

That the overcast of wind sets my sails in one direction

Knowing she is nearby at all times

Even if not in the physical

She rests beside my comfort, until we will meet on common ground

Forget not the admiration in the journey

Even when the conscience says otherwise to recede the barter

Time again is not the enemy, but the added reliance

That molds two people to be one with one another

Even if for just a moment at times . . .

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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Emulsify
Category: Writing and Poetry

Emulsify © 2008

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

I heard the bird, today...

 

Just like I do each morning

He knows when the master wakes

So, you may sleep the rest of the day

 

I stare at the lady called my own

Only for her to glance back at me

I give her the fruits of the vine

Prepared specially in a gourmet of chocolate

 

An aphrodisiac to stimulate her mind

She locks the door and calls goodnight

I speculate the idea to do the same

Euphoria hits like nitroglycerin

Nothing else exist to emulsify

 

In becoming one within the two

 

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Monday, July 14, 2008

Lady
Category: Writing and Poetry

Lady © 2008

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

In seeing the other called the lady not just as a stand still of time

but a film of emotions feeding from her character

within to be let out to the parameters

 

That the echoes cannot be silenced no further in this tale of wonder

to give a part of sacrificial wound so inflicted to surrender

without a moments thought to affection

 

Opening of the pupils to dilate on the mastery coming forth in view

causing all pain to release a tension of complete focus

blinding my need to an understanding of reason

 

Taking away the very part of man to heal a wound far greater than

the self preservation of an entity that two can be

one in this space to share forevermore

 

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Droplets
Category: Writing and Poetry

Droplets © 2008

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

Do you remember the rain?

 

The way of droplets touching

Abundantly, across sections of time

Holding out my hand to comfort

Only for a journey to understand

 

The essence is for the taking

All else in consuming the vision

Immersing the feelings within

Until the last touches the skin

 

That I part ways again

In leaving the nectar on your lips

 

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Monday, August 18, 2008

Lealeena
Category: Writing and Poetry

Mealeva © 2007

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

I've met destiny

afar in a delightful dream.

My eyes looking through

Hubble's telescope.

Switching from my right eye

to the left

of my creative thinking.

From far way

across galaxies

of light years.

Clears the unknown.

Knowing no other

in her:

Mystic.

Each night's sky

confines such plutonic love.

Above the unmeasurable

admirable radius

of my radar.

Lunar glow of darkness;

witness in sighting.

Emitting her essence

of viable.

Visible solar systems

so calculated.

Articulated by her canvases

of clusters

in a brush.

Touched by the beauty

of her orbs.

Absorbed by the embers

of sunrise.

Mesmerize by the gift.

Lifting my spirit

of enlightenment.

Refreshment to my presence.

Sentences to my mind.

Blinded by a moment

of Ra's fiery flares.

Declares the words

of my actions.

Questions my thoughts

of writing.

Viewing the collective

patterns

of her mystery.

Mastery

of her unique star.

Afar a delightful dream.

Seamless to the end.

 

Lealeena © 2008

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

I've described one and not the other

Corners' eye glistens of lambent light

Ignites a similar simulation of space

Pacing and prancing in thought to words

Forward to engage telescopic focus

Closeness does her visage come to view

True to the colors of cosmic dust

Entrust a relationship exist within the two

Woo carries many meanings to definition

Translation is exquisite in meeting both of you

Clues are distant markers in darken sky

Lies the magnetic fields drawn to:

Encapsulate

Acuate these like terms cause celestial tension

Lumination to luminaries at this moment

Elements to periodic table in creating a philter

Ether in formation to philosopher's stone:

Nebula

Acacia does blossom flowers bloom

Perfumes of petals radiate temperature

Closure matters not between comparison

Aberration is the least to concealment

Testament is sealed in the astrologer's heart

Apart the adventurous actions of chivalrous

Marvelous panoramic continues without haste

Lace amidst a fraction of genres

 

 

In order to understand the verse, I've included the first to compliment the whole meaning of the writing...

 

 

 

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Friday, June 20, 2008

Double Edged
Category: Writing and Poetry

Double Edged © 2008

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

She asked the question to end all matters...

What is your ideal woman?

I've come to the perspective

that an answer is double edged.

In saying that the perfection can never be reached.

Though, both of us seek the end of all ends.

That our surroundings matter much of influences.

Trading for a definitive to cure all.

In evading the question that is at hand.

We age and fall to the realization of mistakes.

Finding none to be a notable candidate.

Again, the question arises in explaining.

Some live the fairytale of love.

Many adapt to the change of absorbing the idea.

A lump sum fall to the accusation to mend matters.

So, if I was to acknowledge the woman.

You've answered your own question.

 

 

(p.s. - dedicated to the one who knows me well...)

 

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The Rogue Poet
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Rogue Poet © 2006

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

I shall note every speech of anonymous encyclopedias.

Ruins which profound me to such boredom.

Intimidation is child's play to the rogue poet.

Neither the angel or demon will be the writer within me.

I have been given my own blank pages.

I consume your daily superficial garble.

In the building of my Earthly temple.

I leave behind mankind's madness mind.

In the notorieties which forever live in the fingerprints of a scriber's own.

I need no bird's wings to fly.

I've been given the mental mind to know such science or myth is out of reach.

Being clipped from the first cry's of life's condemned birth.

Days are numbers, my so called fiends.

I go into the night, knowing I may never wake, but those who truly mock.

Mocking, mocking and mocking the language of the birds.

A language which cannot be deciphered, but truly can be mocked.

I go knowing the language of the birds.

I wait the moment to pluck such feathers.

Feeding the very birds to grow plump.

Silent in the nature of worldly thoughts.

I willingly wait the days, when the vultures feed in my cyanide.

The poison to all the anger in such mortal minds.

As I stand and fall to the misery's circle.

I go not alone into the beaks of the bleak.

In my last air, I bid the birds farewell.

 

 

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Seesaw
Category: Writing and Poetry

Seesaw © 2007

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

Why do you call me?

Write letters that cannot be?

I've packed my bags to be free.

Our branches can no longer be,

a rooted tree.

Leaves drifting slowly,

in the Autumn breeze.

Feeling so cold, but cannot freeze.

Flying high above, the clouds.

Hearing our voices, aloud.

Pains me to think, all is gone.

 

Now, we're both alone.

Living life in solitude,

far away from destruction.

As my mind begins to question.

There's always two parts,

to a story.

Our love could not bind us.

Truth could only hurt us.

Separation heals,

our times away.

Desperation called,

our times away.

Though our lives,

were like a seesaw.

 

Looking back makes

for better dreams.

Our times have come,

to pass.

Just remembering,

the old times.

Our past had many faults.

Moving on, was our best friend.

Now, that we are much older.

Younger seems like days into years.

Healing away the tears.

Hearing a calling

on the phone.

 

Not knowing you,

would be on the other side.

Love called us,

in different directions.

Showed us the way.

Making for better days.

Now, that we're talking

on the phone.

Conversation seems,

so close.

Though we're so far away.

Call me anytime.

Write me a letter,

from time to time.

 

 

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Explication
Category: Writing and Poetry

Explication © 2008

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

Who am I to write about world peace?

When so much is built to destroy the meaning.

A child is asked what will you be in life?

I've come to terms that my words speak freely.

My mind is clear to take all actions for freedom.

Testimony to the verification that I have flaws.

A writer to the explication in using I as a whole.

In describing the ultimate unification stands at a balance.

Though I'm, but one mind with a dosage to exemplify.

My speech to the living planet, I call Earth.

 

Expressive to the reasons without notation in doubt.

Transparent to the colors of skin, of race, and beliefs.

Harmonious as the elements.

Of earth, of wind, of fire, of ice, and water.

Blends to create this circular domain of living wonder.

Only so briefly in the cycle of life.

Nothing is infinitely designed forever.

One day, I will rise no more.

Like a perfection is constantly seeking.

In altering the righteous path to preservation.

 

Conservation keeps filtering the foreground.

Collectively within the boundaries of no conflict.

Presidents, Popes, and monarchies sign decree.

Opposition conveys silence at a distance.

In setting the footprints to solid ground.

Whispers are echoes to the trials in conformity.

That the air shifts currents to expand generosity.

The light is a spark, ignited by an undying flame.

Frigid is turned into the feather clouds of holiday.

Abundance is glorified by the scenery of an ocean.

 

Like water flows effortlessly.

The polar poles keep frozen in place.

The sun rises and falls each day and night.

A breeze refreshes invisibly into the atmosphere.

Conditions that mark a foundation of togetherness.

The moon above offers a beacon of protection.

In looking at the sky of stars and twilight.

That I am not alone to the definition of achievement.

Though accomplishment is an everyday step.

Keeping the promises that tomorrow will be today.

 

That the first day is Sunday to give praise in religion.

In the separation of people is just finding a way back.

A spectrum is the basis of adapting to environment.

A language is designed in many aspects of understanding.

A question arises that only civilization can answer.

I have fallen to the turmoil of wars.

The infection of contagious disease.

The disasters of earthly weather.

Though I stand on two feet to bear witness.

Only to kneel and hope for a better bewilderment.

 

Actions not even these words can mend at times.

The perplexity of disagreement to suppression.

In upholding the individual rights of mankind.

Under the eyes of one controls a populace.

Blinded by the falsification of propaganda.

That manipulate sectors of society.

Only I know the mind is adaptable to change.

What is morally wrong to awaken.

What is spiritually right in the eyes of all.

Walls will crumble back to fertile earth.

 

The cyclone cries the laments of victims.

Soon enough the wrong must meet the right.

Pride is the greatest conviction to surrender.

Even for the enduring price of peace.

No greater glory amounts to the heart.

The taste of redemption to be brought forward.

That history is learned in a lesson to listen.

That fire can abruptly turn to ciders.

Solitary confinement is an iceberg to chisel.

What water can wash away the struggles.

 

Forgiveness is held up for the taking.

Isolation is a gathered mass of merger.

Unites people not to a country of origin.

An entity to call worldwide progression.

In finding reason has just cause retribution.

Fallible to the conscience of human perseverance.

Continues only with educational awareness.

That I measure the importance of each human being.

By the conditions of equality.

Respect to the values that I breathe each day.

 

As I lay down and sleep at night to the tranquility.

In knowing the knowledge is there for generations.

Questions nothing to a pleasant dream.

Becomes the reality of every child's playground.

That I build castles to live in them.

Not to protect in case of hostel intent.

In raising the symbol of each dwelling.

Long after I have perished to the dust of earth.

Carries in the teaching of each individual.

Failure is not the option to recede.

 

Diminishes only through unknown mischief.

That the ashes which once wrote these words.

Confines within you to give the peace within you.

That I have conquered all there is to conquer.

Exception to the fact that I can end this matter.

Conceivable that the human race is not immortal.

Only mortal to the decisions that render possibilities.

Impossible, I might say to one another.

Just as impossible that a small planet has life.

So, the very reason I have written about world peace.

 

 

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Sunday, June 15, 2008

Dilemma
Category: Writing and Poetry

Dilemma © 2006

by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

(except from the "The Eternal Sleep")

Chapter VI a. The Merchant's linen

 

Some women are won by a simple stem and petals, others by the wages of battles, a few falls with the love of God, and become nuns.

The thought confines my mind.

Tell me the ways to your close heart.

A lady does piece a puzzle into uncountable parts.

The change of times has shown a distinctive appeal of the gender.

In truth, a woman does still exist in each aspect.

The flower is a remark that acknowledges the act of romance, a candid beginning to enact without the slight notice.

A sense in the air someone has an intent to endure her aura.

By this, she ponders the expectations of her desires, but does the optimism equal such delights? The attempt must meet measures.

The likeliness of lines and jagged edges shall fit precisely to her riddle.

A belief in confidence does meet the battles of additional conflicts to her interest.

The particular beauty is uneasily given by intrigue.

She alone is the judge of an outcome.

The trial leads a trail of consequences to be given forth the venture.

An achievement does hold a lady in the reach of foes.

This sends the unrest emotion into fury.

If she was a heavenly mortal the quest to further advancement would terminate, but the case is so false.

The length and term set apart too long an option to react with her need.

The woman is neither taken or loss, but given to the ideal man meeting her necessities of life.

 

 

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The Writer’s Pause
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Writer's Pause © 2006

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

Let them wait.

I could possibly pen all the privilege pages?

To all those willing to become my written faith.

Let them stand and be quietly patient.

The question and answer my mind to think within this important print.

The line of imaginable sages.

I take their wonderful wisdom.

The motion circuits reinventing my absolute advantage.

Such vivid characters in formation, as they wait for their orders to march into my speech of literal lonesome.

Their ranks position to be the known work of such a plentiful philosopher.

I seal into my thoughts reflecting the meanings to make a value of each interesting individual.

I assume the capacity to note the difference of importance, which depletes such a mindful mentor.

In the representation to expand my mind's manual.

I take this moment to the writer's pause.

Taking in the times to soak such disciple's discipline.

Rearranging the numbers, to symbols and letters clause.

Debating the southpaw hand to my inscribing implement.

The battalions which grow in numbers beyond the heights of the horizon.

Each symbol sage abounded by his or her own miraculous marker.

Awaiting the chance to be the letters of releasing reason.

Becoming the imprint on stone and chisel with my decisive desire.

Like a season veteran with much achieved admiration.

I can only summon one at a time to go front and center.

Rewarding the accomplish in faithful service.

As my long hours to write will not feverishly falter.

For the sake of my literacy list, I continue the writer's code of ethics in which one day I will be truly missed.

 

 

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Thursday, June 12, 2008

Returns within Me
Category: Writing and Poetry

Returns within Me © 2007

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

Where do the orchids go?

As another wrinkle bestows upon my face.

As I look out the window.

The leaves are shades of orange.

The Autumn is a reminder of death, but speaks the beauty one last time.

If I would be Spring's eternity, but bright as the Summer's daisies.

Could I steal the chlorophyl from the leaves?

Bringing the sun's life into my soul.

Knowing I shall never bud the coming season.

Giving me a shield from the Winter's edge.

Being so narcissistic to be youthful.

The year becomes the truth.

The beauty relenting within the fibers to keep such vibrant.

I do believe the exchange in the order.

Reversing the expectations to look back inside me.

For death speaks the outer core, so myself comes alive to picture the returns within me.

I wilt like the leaves falling to the Northern winds.

If I shall prevail to sail to the ground's bottom.

Land safely to the harbored airstrip.

I plant my seed to know another flower will grow.

 

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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Jupiter’s Animus
Category: Writing and Poetry

Jupiter's Animus © 2006

written by Glen Yumang Manese

a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

 

I recall the tempered moon of Jupiter.

Too many a moons in his encircled mass.

Although, the animus one stands in bitterness.

In hiding distance to will the righteous of the others in her path, being swallowed by the true moons which reflect their brilliance in cold space.

Revolving, revolving and revolving the consistent patterns of the planet.

Yet, no one dares to oppose, except the animus one.

The storms which engulf many his domain.

Their rotation agrees not too touch the fires of such orbit.

Only does the invite express his words to the many in his glance each day.

Each night condemns his truth to speak in their luminous glow.

So, distant are the moons, but the touch of their night's dust.

The one which wills his mind, but questions his heart to write in their skins.

Only knowing an answer will defeat his desire, but never letting go his dream and so the animus one laughs in disgust.

I shall circle the solar rings to find my moon or turn into the fire star which destiny calls my faith.

I take the fire openly to have known the pleasures of the distant ones, but not the animus one.

She speaks with tongues and discredits them.

I live to see the day the others are willing to step into the storm and be profound in his emotions.

His torment is the awaited moment to just one moon, but not the animus one. In his anger and rage boiling in the circle, but determination to live on and accept such duty to his masses.

So, lives the pen in his heart, but his thoughts recycle in waking of his sleep to admire the sirens, which forever voice their acknowledgment from afar.

The orbit becomes the dance and so the music keeps playing in the distance, while the animus one stands and mocks the very meaning to the waltz.

So, Jupiter continues the love circle and becomes his own, forever relying in his ability to keep in step to the other moons, but not the animus one.

As she continues to play the harp and becomes her own planet.

 

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