Cover Reveal: Garden of Dreams
My next poetry collection, Garden of Dreams, will be out soon! Please send me a message if you’re interested in pre-ordering.
Cover illustration by Natalia Go.
Fields of Cosmos
You pull me
like a magnet
to where fields of cosmos
lie endless
beneath a golden sky
as the sun dances
in its zenith
to the music of our souls.
There where its light
hits the patch of darkness
in my spirit,
washing it off the rubble
left
by swarms of beasts
from my infernal nightmares.
The force you cast
each time
a smile forms
on your lips
cools and softens
the heated molten rocks
that had clung
to my countenance,
falling off the pink petals
under our bodies
as we lie
rid of strain and disquiet.
And the sludge
turns into dew
at their touch.
In our paradise
where the sun sets
only
when we close our eyes
to dream,
the cosmos wards
the most vicious intruders
in the quietude
we’ve found;
here
beside each other
while horns resound
and thunders clap
outside our sphere,
until the next sunrise.
Fields of Cosmos
July 1, 2022
Until the all the stars and the planets are right again
Tonight I feel the kiss
of a cold breeze
in place of your lips;
with it a whisper
from your heart
telling me to be still.
For not a heartbeat more,
I will find you before me
to hold me close again,
and all the hours I spent
waiting
would be but specks of dust
trickling away with the space
that kept us apart
for much too long.
And every trace
of loneliness would melt
away with the layers
of particles
that I would brush
off your body
with my tongue.
The tears that hardened
into stones
inside your heart
would burst into a thousand
colored lights
as other parts of you
kindle
at my touch.
Slowly the world’s
endless spinning
would pause
at the first breath
you take
as I inch into the doorway
of your soul.
A dimension alive
with wild roses
where we’d lie
under cherry trees
exchanging kisses we’ve saved
until all the stars
and the planets are right
again.
Until All the Stars and the Planets Are Right Again
June 19, 2022
Far More Than Enough
Far more than enough,
far more than I deserve,
far more than you can,
you make my life
and this world
far more than things
to endure.
Instead life is one
to love;
instead the world is one
to see
and belong,
not the cross they were
for one
to bear.
Far more than you know,
far more than it shows,
far more than I say,
your touch can change
a sad day
to one where tears
are at bay.
And the present
is far less cruel,
the past
is far less frightful;
the future
far less obscure.
Far more than the magic
you bring,
far more than the songs
you make me sing,
far more than the good
in all you do,
you make me want
to be better, too.
For my heart
is far more than glad
that of all the ones
I could have loved,
I’ve chosen you;
a love I’m grateful
to be true.
Far More Than Enough
June 6, 2022
Woven in the Fabric
It feels like night again
when I can’t reach
for your hand
beside me in the dark
or feel your body against mine
as the cold artificial wind blows
while I try to enter
the world of dreams
where I hope to hear
your laughter
as we wade through the water,
sand beneath our feet
as we did
under the warmth of the sun
a few orbits ago.
Already it feels
like the weeks ahead
would drone on
like sticky sand
in an hourglass;
minutes passing like hours,
each containing
the intricate details
of every kiss, every touch,
every look we exchanged
for a heartbeat
in our little paradise
until I see you again.
Moments though brief,
forever woven
in the fabric
interlaced
in both our lives now.
And the night sky
gleams silver-blue
with hope;
look how the stars shine,
telling you
how much I need you
in my life.
Thank you for being in it.
Woven in the Fabric
June 1, 2022
In the Soft Light of My Little Corner
Counting the days,
watching the hours
as the clock ticks away
but every moment is ours
to save each kiss
we will shower each other
again.
Here in the soft light
of my little corner,
I still feel the touch
of your lips
that lingers
on my mind
the way my hands did
on every part of you.
And your voice plays
like a song
stuck in my head,
speaking the words
we’ve whispered
in the little world
we’ve shared
while it was on mute.
Under the magic
of its workings,
there is comfort to be had
in knowing
that time is on our side;
do not fear the tides
ahead.
In the Soft Light of My Little Corner
May 26, 2022
Sonnet X
Sonnet X
(A Birthday Sonnet)
One hundred forty-first day of the year;
Unaware the world in its randomness,
Born a soul to my heart would be dear
For all her genuine light and genius.
Though years ahead is she of my becoming,
What fortune have I received to find her!
You whose presence wonder and happiness brings
To me and all whose love for you I share.
May this revolution bring your desires,
And in this lifetime your dreams in waking.
May you come out a gem in life’s fires;
Your beloved stay in your safekeeping.
‘Tis a day to celebrate of all days
For the world has been made a better place.
Lull the Shadows to Sleep
Doesn’t matter the veil
of darkness
descending upon us,
or the monsoon
of sharp-edged rocks;
if I can paint a smile
on those lips,
it will dull the sharpest
tips
and lull the shadows
to sleep.
A smile that lifts
the doubt
that thickens around the heart
when it clenches its claws
on the uncertainty of tomorrow.
Doesn’t matter the soot
about to fall from the sky,
overflowing
from the factory of lies
in the machine’s paradise;
if from the dust it leaves
on the pavement,
I can write our names
to remind you
of the truth they can’t erase—
our history
and the story
of how we’ll live to protect
this place.
Doesn’t matter the noise
already drowning our senses
if I can single out
your voice
that builds the strongest
defenses
against the pull
to choose indifference.
If I can draw out
your warm and infectious
laughter,
no, none of these would matter.
And I will guard it
with my soul
like a love letter.
Lull the Shadows to Sleep
May 13, 2022
Nameless
Nameless, boundless, infinite,
This harrowing anguish.
This silent and profound anger,
Propelling one to unfathomable
depths of desolation.
The light of day is but a silhouette
Hanging faintly over the endless abyss.
Ever present, ever tempting,
Never within reach.
I sail the black waters to
neverwhere
To disappear into nothingness,
forever.
Nothing more can be said,
Nothing a lone soul could comprehend.
It is I, in my own internment
Sentenced for life
Alone could see its face.
It is I, in every atom of my being,
Alone could recognize its weight.
Not seen by eyes not tethered by
the fibers of my consciousness.
This nameless, infinite, profound
antipathy.
Toward life, toward other,
Toward self.
Nameless by Natalia Go © 2018
Watch the glass jar by natalia go
The Glass Jar is the first virtual play I’ve written and directed, starring Ina Salonga and Mary De La Vega.
Synopsis:
No one’s watching the pharmacy. The pills are up for grabs on the top shelf. Only the glass case and a lock are separating them from Chloe and Max. What would they risk by stealing a few pills? Max only wants the pills to help her sleep, but it appears Chloe has other things in mind. Would the two women risk extending their stay in the psych ward for this operation? As Chloe and Max scramble for keys and face mishaps, they talk about life before and after their confinement.
Inspired by first-hand experiences in similar facilities, The Glass Jar takes us inside the minds of two mentally ill women who have very different perspectives on recovery. Will their little heist plan strengthen or break their friendship?
*Trigger warning: suicidal ideation, drugs, profanity, and mature content.
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