Poesias,

[Eduardo]

On this journey,

Kayumangging kaligatan appeared,

in what was too brief,

of a moment in time.

Third eyes confirmed,

in both,

that holographic universe we lived in.

Her brief pause was to leave witting

and unrelenting charms.

As she entered,

a melody danced on constellations,

while a Tunay was uncertain.

Perhaps,

she was just shy.

Perhaps,

courage had been out flanked,

not realizing that few had the magic to draw ink,

from a humble pen.

Perhaps,

[Eduardo]

At Lestat

[Eduardo]

Dogma

tic thinking was in review.

This was the twentieth century,

and thus,

sometimes parental guidance could well be misguided.

He had been on the theater of life with a yellow T-shirt and shorts,

a toothpick in the mouth,

either from eating or to convey his disapproval,

in a so-called show of authority,

though unenlightened.

That display,

of authority,

had been subject to countless volumes over the centuries.

To a keen student of world history,

it was not new.

He had seen it all,

to prescience the individual and collective selfishness of people and governments on the same planet earth we walked.

It was amazing.

During readings in Psychohistory,

had the privilege and benefit of insights read and examined in details,

of many disciplines,

with far reaching results.

Like Galileo,

the student felt before a tribunal,

having to justify science before an unenlightened authority,

embracing myth.

He was the patriarch,

and still a resident victimized by a draconian mind.

Oftentimes they wore their Sunday best,

to church,

when young to impress and now old,

becoming customaries.

Its original purpose or memory was long lost,

reducible to a Pavlovian response.

A daughter,

demonstrating her ability to be above average was still not enough.

She was the child,

being a vicarious channel,

to meet some draconian mind set expectations.

Independent thinking had not been amiss in her science training,

just her upbringing.

She was bright.

Science was her predilection

and healing her passion.

[Eduardo]

For Diane Q.

Palms

held together before a freedom writer

[Eduardo]

The Torch,

For King.

had the drawing designed on her,

[Eduardo]

" Thousands of times I ran away from you

like an arrow is thrown from the bow,

And a thousands times I was caught again

a prey of your hunting eyes. "

~Rumi