Chaos Inside A Pen

Image Source: Filipina Slayer (@MorganBeem)  pic.twitter.com/Qaw1TwjUOi (The following story is inspired by the kickass variant cover of Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Morgan Beem :-) ) The first time I saw Mercedes was a terrible night to remember. But once she grace us with her wavy midnight hair, firm thin lips and big brown eyes of a doll, I wish I did meet her at the church exchanging immortal vows with one another with fluttering hearts and hungry lips. However that night the church was raze by spawn of Satanas; violated and desecrated it with their fetid claws and teeth. That is why me and Prayle Guido, though reeling and trembling from the assault of Malignos, went immediately to Case De Fuego; the famous brothel in town for the lush red paint from its roof down to its wall. This is where Mercedes live together with other puta in our community. “Por favor Mercedes! They will tear down the church if we don’t do something!” Prayle Guido’s face is be

Image Source: I Morales from Pinterest “Pakatandaan ninyo: malibang kainin ninyo ang laman ng Anak ng Tao at inumin ang kanyang dugo, hindi kayo magkakaroon ng buhay.” Father Leeroy’s booming voice from the pulpit seems to rattle all the holy figures inside the small stone church in this town. All ears are eager to listen and all eyes are permanently affixed on him throughout the hour of worship. Though not entirely part of any priestly order but claims that he study theology under the supervision of intelligent friars, Padre Lee proves that even without an Abito, an ordinary man can still preach the gospel of the Lord. It only takes one soul whose spirit is stronger against his own flesh. Upon arriving at our town and start serving Missa to the people, everything has change in our secluded community. With his imposing height and natural gift of gab, each words he utter easily penetrate the minds of people of San Roque like a key coated with slick voluminous lubricant

Image Source: National Park Service ( https://www.nps.gov/index.htm ) Days of meteor rain claws of light scratching the black skin of space silently scraping the hole, the lesion the wound in a memory across a light years of heartbeat. Aching blue moons remember the musing of sorrow. Frozen tears hang around the nebulae. Sad sigh of a dying galaxy still waiting for them to fall. The starts are waltzing against the ebb of gravity. Dimming like tired eyes. Here I am watching until the universe wept it all. Everything will always fall leaving with bright scars that time won’t heal that darkness can’t seal. Previously posted at BestPoetry https://www.bestpoetry.website/