Eye that hears

March 27, 2009

I committed a crime of rebellion

 

have tried hard to end tyranny

 

Country’s transformation I worked for

 

but I failed..

 

I did die..
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vibrations

March 26, 2009

Yes, I can sense

playing your feeble minds

are enigmas of bruises,

blowing wounds,

piercing your totality.
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An untold story

March 23, 2009

Here I am again.

 

I always get fascinated by the magic of a pen and paper. With the clout of the two, one doesn’t have to create a naturalistic atmosphere from within which inner recesses would unfold. Just let the hand talk, allow it to say all the right words at the right lines, just as the plot needs them, after a few moments, a different sentiment of relief will soon be felt.

 

It wasn’t so long when I had this desire, to write. But then again… No way am I going to become a novelist or a poet or an essayist or a playwright. I may have all the passion but I don’t have enough potentials. That is a plain fact. But I am exerting some efforts.

 

For another attempt, I am thinking on how I should begin my story.

 

I guess this would be the start.

 
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Earth’s dying poetry

March 17, 2009

The day, the night

and the harvest has gone far with time..

The clouds have turned to dust

       conquering the totality of your vision..

The humanity is busy

       putting my hands beneath their feet..

Taking away everything from me

       leaving nothing even mossy rocks

You scared my eagle in the sky

       they never dared to play once more..
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A cry for help

March 15, 2009

Listen to me, you, the inhabitants.

It isn’t my entire fault,

If ever you experience intrusions.

All I yearned for was peace.

Am I too ambitious for that matter?

Am I not worthy to have a vision?
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Stressing anatomy

March 12, 2009

Terrific and quite annoying…

 

It’s getting harder to stare at her.

 

Tongues of fire playing

 

Papers are all burned up

 

Droplets of sweat are falling

 

Time seems eternity

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mi ultimo adios

March 4, 2009

 

Hindi lang isa. Hindi lang din dalawa. At mas lalong hindi lang din tatlo.

Hindi ko alam kung paano ako napabilang sa mga naging babae ng buhay mo. Ilang mga gabi din na hindi ako nakatulog sa pagluluksa dahil sa pagkawala mo. Pero ngayon, masasabi kong okey na ulit ako.

Tuluyan na akong na-immune sa katotohanang break na tayo.

Inaamin ko, naging mahirap iyon sa parte ko. Ang mabuhay sa pang-araw-araw na hindi ka na ksama. Umuwi at tumawid sa kalsada ng mag-isa. Maghintay na makita ang pangalan mo sa inbox ko.          

Ngunit kailangang tanggapin ang katotohanan.

Hindi na tayo nagyon.

Hindi mo na ako gusto.

May bago ka na namang gusto.

At gusto mo kayo naman nagyon.
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Pumaroon

March 2, 2009

Tumahan ka na saranggola

mapapawi rin lahat ng luha

ilang araw na lang ang bibilangin

matutuyo din mga pak-pak

 

Sa kabila ng pagkakagapos

pagtiyagaang iparinig ang sigaw

Unti-unti’y makakawala ka rin

Sinisiguro kong tali’y mapapatid
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I speak

February 19, 2009

I speak for my own voice..

I speak for your voice..

I  speak for his voice..

I speak for her voice, too..

I speak for their voices..

I speak for our voices..

I speak for almost all of you..

How come you don’t even bother listening?

 

The poet’s hand in the rebel’s arm

January 16, 2009

In the midst of a thousand aching

death hunts like epidemic

Forces of darkness scattered

covering, hiding and killing reality

 
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