With no attending ears to hear

Do I, in turn, commune with stars

If too much of anything were a sin

You snatched my dream
little rude night thief
i was in the dreamland playing with nymphs
when you showed and starting to mess.
How you could bear handling my fate
when you couldn’t give destiny a face?

You are such a sweet liar in disguised
how could i be so trusting and not be so wise,
reasons are lame why i was blinded by your shade
or reality check I’m the one who is blind
not to see your dark motives.
A classic hustler for that matter.

Family 

 Unknown

never think that love
is in between the legs.
it is a trap, my dear
so, i warn you: BEWARE!

never think that love is spontaneous
there is no such thing as love as first sight.
for just like the grass:
it is fresh in the morning but withers at noon.

never think that amor is just amor
a complete submission or domination
nor love is a subjective emotion
never - for love is love for a reason.

don't say that we can't choose
the person that we will love: we can
for we have the will

Crisanta Cristobal Cruz (alias Cris Cruz) is a lover, a writer and a thinker. A bisexual, she knows how to be a man in making decision and to be a woman when it came to caring and mothering.

She runs to books whenever lonely, to the Internet booth whenever happy, and she loves kare-kare, making it a fave food to order in Baliwag restaurant in Robinsons' Galleria where she is frequenty seen every payday. 

   " THE LOVE OF FORGIVENESS
    from prison"

alone with the hymn of nothing
deafening music unheard
the reminiscence of the yore
flows so sweetly, so freely.

the voices were so clear
the warmth embraces me deeply
seems my soul frozen on time
though hesitant,i can't do nothing.

time passes by, numbly, unknowingly
with only the steels and walls
standing and lying around my world
a witness to my helplessness.