Bourgainvillea – Onie Maniego (The Paper Drafts)

Maiden rest.Maiden sleepOn my branches,Lay on the tips of me.Rest on my fingersLike soaked cotton—plump and heavy.We will sway with the wind.In the ticking of the clock,You will flutter then fall,But in dreams you will remain.Let your nightgownRain like petals.Glide and flow.Slide and go.Maiden dream again,Come rest again on the tips of me. Photo byContinue reading “Bourgainvillea – Onie Maniego (The Paper Drafts)”

Thirst of July – Onie Maniego (the Paper Drafts)

River ends and diesIn solemn banks of June.Captive lives burn to death,Unable to reach the sea at noon.Heavens may rain in moons away:Desert, cry.Desert, wail or die!Glorious storms gruel in dreams,Heavens kiss the mountain’s peak.Paint the skies with clouds.Paint the clouds in gray.Feed the valleys and hills with tears.Weep on its rocksAnd find the ashesContinue reading “Thirst of July – Onie Maniego (the Paper Drafts)”

Loud Silence – Onie Maniego (The Paper Drafts)

In this world we suffer,Hungry for our voice to be heard—But I chose silence.Silence.I no longer have the urge,To expose the victim.To correct what is wrong.To straighten the crooked.Let them be.Let them be wrong.Let others do the beating.I will be the bad.I will be the villain.I will be the unjust and the liar.Let their judgementContinue reading “Loud Silence – Onie Maniego (The Paper Drafts)”

Dipterocarpus – Onie Maniego (The Paper Drafts)

(To Eliseo Pastrano) Giants grow large and tall,To reach the clouds in silenceAnd watch the ends of the earth.Cradle a seed, a life at a time.Like angels, they set offTo fly across the landAs they race with the breeze,Bringing life far from their homes.Touch the heavens alone—One leaf at a time,One memory gone each time.GiantsContinue reading “Dipterocarpus – Onie Maniego (The Paper Drafts)”

Ode to the Fallen Trees – Onie Maniego (The Paper Drafts)

Cedar, a paradox of the forest.His soul resembles a cotton—Light, soft, and sweet,But his strength defeats floods.Spruce, he is what I am.Weak to build a fort,But his leaves, bark and rootsCure the dying souls.Pine, a scent of turpentine.Bathe in elixirs of life—Come give birth to homes,But die in the wrath of time.Fir, like hermits inContinue reading “Ode to the Fallen Trees – Onie Maniego (The Paper Drafts)”