7. Summer

You must be a long way from home
When the season you’re dying for
Becomes a stranger who’ll kill you
Beware the ruthless summer of urban Cebu.
When the city becomes a boiling plague
Every day is the dirtiest, blandest sizzling plate
A meal of hot dust and more concrete
No wonder the beaches are your only reprieve
That desperation for nature and a balance between suntan and breeze
Too bad you no longer have any vacation leave.

© 2015 Vivien Marie Lopez


6. A Taste of Exile

Would you sacrifice a comfortable life
For the sake of freedom
When even your thoughts
Are not welcome
A heart can only break so much
In a family designed
As a fascist regime
Disguised as a utopian dream
Not at all villains
Simply victims of such politics
Inherited from generations of practice
When can they learn to open their mind
To the woman I have become
When differences are labeled as rebellion
When will I be brave enough
To simply drop all arms
And take all their bullets
Maybe then
They’ll understand.

© 2015 Vivien Marie Lopez

4. We’re All Suckers for Publicity

We are a masochistic bunch
For placing all our faith in just one side of the case
Maybe you didn’t notice
How funny this has molded our fate.
Our purpose became feeding
An endless pride-fueled war machine
Didn’t we forget it takes two to tango
In a misunderstood dispute between a father and his son
Only when this son became an exile
We also found in him a scapegoat for our crimes
And if all of these are mankind’s invention
Then we’ve just made the greatest puppet civilization.
We are a gullible bunch
For placing all our faith in just one side of the case
Maybe you didn’t notice
It’s all gritty showbiz.

© 2015 Vivien Marie Lopez

3. Medea’s Cauldron

So to your horror you just turned a year older
And you realize your crow’s feet are permanent.
So you call your doctor to renew life
Stop time through the power of the knife.

But is it how they market the face of the young
That makes you crave for Medea’s cauldron
Or is it because it reminds you of
Everyone’s inevitable kiss with the Keres or Thanatos?

Is it the ultimate denial of nearing the greatest discovery
If the concepts of gods and the afterlife are merely mankind’s fantasies
Pep talk to find purpose in an otherwise absurd reality
If that’s the case, will you ever be ready?

But if indeed there’s nothing to look forward to in death
Why not die in the most beautiful form you can possess?

© 2015 Vivien Marie Lopez