by O. E. Guillermo
( November 7, 2016, Boston, Sri Lanka Guardian)
“An ounce of hypocrisy is worth a pound of ambition” –Michael Korda
This everyone’s want–
stretching an autonomy to unbuckle self-discovery
I got mites and bugs living in my head–
infesting my mind. They… daring a chance
to worm my guts and electrify my peace.
They adulterate seeking ways to emerge
from claws of doubts to grains of trust.
My veil of grace they bite and bite
devouring me ’til I set to pursue my act.
Should I repulse…
then spread my wings to fly?
or should I be a little puppet–
controlled, slave to strings attached to me?
or I’d rather choose a mask–
my gamble to earn sympathy or popularity;
my weapon sheltering my luck;
my fall or my win?
Cogito ergo sum.
I think, therefore I am.
The mites and bugs in my skull blown
from shocks infused by my firing drive.
My cavalry of Modesty, brave to rise
face the furnace of battlegrounds.
Insincerity. Malingering. Pretension
are artillaries luring hypocrisy
but love, honesty and bravery:
the bombs I defy to conquer the trades.
If God is with me, who can be against me?
Standing like a Molave
rooted evergreen, ever strong.
My face bulletproof
to those who I believe wrong.
A standing soldier ready to offer her life
to fraud and tyranny.
I refuse to be fed on standing lies.
The harpoons of verity, I battling dart,
raining towards the barbaric boxes as they…
They are my lioness roar, my freedom and my soar
piercing the pumping heart of those who eat innocence,
** I think therefore I am is said by Rene Descartes
Romans 8:31– If God is with us, who can be against us?