H* Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

H
feels airy
like a cold air in a pHysical skin
and etcH an invisible imprint on tHe nerves

Human bequeatHed witH feelings and sense of toucH
we can feel times of melancHoly
wHerein all we need is someone’s Help and sympatHy
to get out from tHe unHappy atmospHere

H is for Heaven,
a Happy airy abode
a feeling of Harmony
peacefulness, calmness and perpetual Happiness

Hell is a cHamber beneatH
of fire and Hot air
wHere Hades waits for tHe lost and vanisH souls


breatHe
InHale ExHale
Hearts and Healing

erase tHe Hurts and Harms
bequeatH Harmony and Hope

WHole, HealtHy,
batHe in the Healing ligHt of the divine
and Head to tHe spHere of tranquility and Holiness

~champs ulysses cabinatan
*free verse/poems experiment