GI JaneA Chapter by Glen Yumang ManeseA. k. a. F. A. D. Series IV: Atomic Number 82 © 2014 - is the fourth addition in lyrical verse of my Filipino American Dream Series, which has 7 of 7 verses, a theme and goes from one to the other.A. k. a. F. A. D. Series IV: Atomic Number 82 © 2013 Written by Glen Yumang Manese A. k. a. Filipino American Dream GI Jane © 2013 Lost is in this torrent sea. Plea what do the eyes see? Me or be auxiliary factor. Actors can play out the game. Same old movies on rerun screen. Keen way holds onto the cost. Lost is in this torrent sea. Plea what do the eyes see? Dear GI Jane - seems I am stereotyping your name. Game-over strike three as they say. Dreams- what are they anyway? Display like a Nightmare on Elm Street. Discreetly a horror flick gone badly. Heartily breaking, as this all seems to be. Free as Harriers (V/STOL), soar. Oars of our liaison have come full circle. Cycle of our engagement is null and void. Avoidance becomes evident after 2 months. Stunt your growth here doing everything. Anything takes away the reality. Evidently, you see things differently. Quality life at home is in the arms of someone. Anyone can take away my place. Erase chalk on an elementary school board. Billboards are damage goods for advertisement. Commitment hangs on windowpane. Pain is a harsh reminder to going insane. Membrane is thin like this Manila paper. Sever the meaning in black and white. Twilight moon I feel a need to transform. Deform this life for werewolves. Shove-off the thirst of those vampires. Desire this is a hatred war of phases. Pages turn cut deep reading your letters. Better, prepare for my distant arrival. Trivial as this may seem I am not dying out. Far-out from is the borderline of a safe zone. IPhone and computer devices work both ways. Payday is no more so know your bills are unpaid. Made my way is midway into this frontline. Lost is in this torrent sea. Plea what do the eyes see? Me or be auxiliary factor. Actors can play out the game. Same old movies on rerun screen. Keen way holds onto the cost. Lost is in this torrent sea. Plea what do the eyes see? Yield now remember me on the fields of gold. Cold night lingers in the desert storm. Warm nights do comfort those without a soul. Coal embers flow in a fire pit of envy. Twenty-nine months has gone far into this hell. Oil well parched the stagnant air. Fair weather is not in eyesight. Fight on for the glory of survival. Idle and comfort has settle-in by now. How’s life with a parasite without reflection. Afflictions show nothing on the mirror. Inferior complex gets the best of you. True nature develops haphazardly. Irrefutably forgot our Hollywood story. History will not repeat to deplete me. See my watch can tell time does not rewind. Lost is in this torrent sea. Plea what do the eyes see? Me or be auxiliary factor. Actors can play out the game. Same old movies on rerun screen. Keen way holds onto the cost. Lost is in this torrent sea. Plea what do the eyes see? © 2016 Glen Yumang ManeseAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGlen Yumang ManeseFollow me at Twitter tag: @GlenManese, St. Petersburg/Pittsburgh/Makati, PhilippinesAboutMe in a nutshell: I am currently, done with my first book of verses: The Onyx - Vena Amoris. Friesen Press finished in December and is out for release before the holidays at the end of the year 20.. more..Writing
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