Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Feel
"An enhanced capacity for feeling is essential to the production of great art, moving music, high drama, memorable prose and poetry, exquisite performances. It is natural for the gifted to feel deeply and to experience a broad range of emotions.” - Linda Kreger Silverman, Ph.D.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
1.42am
"Wow! You in the Philippines?!"
Yes ma'am
"Oh! It's warm out there ain't it?!"
Oh yeah... and 'cold' too...
-- End Excerpt --
Yes ma'am
"Oh! It's warm out there ain't it?!"
Oh yeah... and 'cold' too...
-- End Excerpt --
1.42am
"Wow! You in the Philippines?!"
Yes ma'am
"Oh! It's warm out there ain't it?!"
Oh yeah... and 'cold' too...
-- End Excerpt --
Yes ma'am
"Oh! It's warm out there ain't it?!"
Oh yeah... and 'cold' too...
-- End Excerpt --
Sunday, December 30, 2007
2007-2008
Here comes another year to make things happen. Another chance to make a difference. Happy new year to you and to those whom you have loved and cared most about. Make it worth your while... Enjoy!"
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Free is the mind who drinks
A wall
that is made of hardened
cement plastic
chemicals and your fear
of being a dolphin among sharks
either protects or incarcerates
a gargantuan selfish
cruel cell
A wall
made to correct and to serve
those who fambles
and veers off the straight road
A wall
built with inspiration and hope
to try organize and make perfect
an imperfect organism
A wall
that stinks of
anger
fear
sorrow and pride
A wall
made by the same pathetic souls
that it jails
dirt-poor souls
only having enough
courage to make
but not to break
A wall
that can only be conquered
with a tinge of enlightenment
in the minds of those
who subscribe
to burn the band wagon
with your own choice of
a deep-kicking
quick fixing
bottle of vodka
is to be free
from an invisible string
that is made of hardened
cement plastic
chemicals and your fear
of being a dolphin among sharks
either protects or incarcerates
a gargantuan selfish
cruel cell
A wall
made to correct and to serve
those who fambles
and veers off the straight road
A wall
built with inspiration and hope
to try organize and make perfect
an imperfect organism
A wall
that stinks of
anger
fear
sorrow and pride
A wall
made by the same pathetic souls
that it jails
dirt-poor souls
only having enough
courage to make
but not to break
A wall
that can only be conquered
with a tinge of enlightenment
in the minds of those
who subscribe
to burn the band wagon
with your own choice of
a deep-kicking
quick fixing
bottle of vodka
is to be free
from an invisible string
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Nanaginip ako kagabi...
nakasakay ako sa likod ni Albert*
naka doggy style na luhod siya at nakasakay ako sa likod niya.
Papasok daw ako sa opisina at sasabay ako sa kanya.
nakasakay ako sa likod ni Albert, papasok sa opisina.
( Nag silbi siyang kotse )
Sa bandang kanan, nakita ko ang aking nakababatang sarili.
Umiiyak.
Nagseselos at nagtatampo,
nakita ko ang aking sarili.
Galit na galit sa akin.
Gusto niya ding sumakay sa likod ni Albert.
Gusto niya ding makasama siya sa isang malambing
at mapag-arugang pamilya.
Gusto niya ding makatikim
ng pagtanggap at pagmamahal...
Hindi ako pumayag.
Nakalabas lahat ang aking ngipin.
Malaki ang ngiti sa aking mga mata.
Matuling tumatakbo si Albert, habang nakaluhod.
At dumating kami sa bahay nina Jane at Oscar*.
Naabutan namin silang nag bubulungan.
Meron silang pinagtataguan.
pinag uusapan.
pinag pa-planuhan.
Meron silang 'Kagalit'
Isang taong ayaw na ayaw nila.
Isang taong kinamumuhian
Isang taong gusto nilang sakalin hanggang mamatay...
May kumatok sa pinto.
tahimik ang lahat.
baka ito na yung taong tinutukoy.
natakot ako at nagpigil ng hininga
pag bukas ng pinto...
sumilip ang isang luma at matarik na hagdan.
humihingi ng barya.
bibili daw siya ng sampaguita.
*Names have been changed for privacy
naka doggy style na luhod siya at nakasakay ako sa likod niya.
Papasok daw ako sa opisina at sasabay ako sa kanya.
nakasakay ako sa likod ni Albert, papasok sa opisina.
( Nag silbi siyang kotse )
Sa bandang kanan, nakita ko ang aking nakababatang sarili.
Umiiyak.
Nagseselos at nagtatampo,
nakita ko ang aking sarili.
Galit na galit sa akin.
Gusto niya ding sumakay sa likod ni Albert.
Gusto niya ding makasama siya sa isang malambing
at mapag-arugang pamilya.
Gusto niya ding makatikim
ng pagtanggap at pagmamahal...
Hindi ako pumayag.
Nakalabas lahat ang aking ngipin.
Malaki ang ngiti sa aking mga mata.
Matuling tumatakbo si Albert, habang nakaluhod.
At dumating kami sa bahay nina Jane at Oscar*.
Naabutan namin silang nag bubulungan.
Meron silang pinagtataguan.
pinag uusapan.
pinag pa-planuhan.
Meron silang 'Kagalit'
Isang taong ayaw na ayaw nila.
Isang taong kinamumuhian
Isang taong gusto nilang sakalin hanggang mamatay...
May kumatok sa pinto.
tahimik ang lahat.
baka ito na yung taong tinutukoy.
natakot ako at nagpigil ng hininga
pag bukas ng pinto...
sumilip ang isang luma at matarik na hagdan.
humihingi ng barya.
bibili daw siya ng sampaguita.
*Names have been changed for privacy
Friday, September 14, 2007
Programme
7:34
it was cold
artificial lights from street posts
and lust clubs
made this lonely night much more enticing
but sad
masked laughters and faces
chit-chats and cheap gossips
hanging in the corners of your dying eyes
lifts unsuccessfully
the spirit and hope of this dirt-poor alley
--within this hollow merriment and drunken smiles--
if only you could stop listening to yourself for a while
if only you could make your mind believe on the things you never knew existed
if only you could focus on the things that really matter
you maybe lucky enough to feel that
somewhere
someone will be swallowing tears
for dinner
It's one of those painful nights
where after a wasted day at work
everybody looks up and pray for consolations
for hope or for entertainment
everybody wants to see lovely diamonds
brandishing cosmic blinks while they burn
magically across their skies
lighting their corrupted streets
and hearts
that would make everyone subscribe
to the delusion
that it's theirs tonight
and theirs only
but there were no stars that night
everybody felt a bit more tired
it was automatic
All have depended on the starsfor their own energy
All have let the stars decide
whether they will be happy or sad
Now at the most hideous moment
not even prayers could possess
the power to save these people
from themselves
Just a step away from home
Within these emotional trolls
He was there
He hates to admit it
but He was one of the ordinary
and He is getting a little too sick
about this fact
it was cold
artificial lights from street posts
and lust clubs
made this lonely night much more enticing
but sad
masked laughters and faces
chit-chats and cheap gossips
hanging in the corners of your dying eyes
lifts unsuccessfully
the spirit and hope of this dirt-poor alley
--within this hollow merriment and drunken smiles--
if only you could stop listening to yourself for a while
if only you could make your mind believe on the things you never knew existed
if only you could focus on the things that really matter
you maybe lucky enough to feel that
somewhere
someone will be swallowing tears
for dinner
It's one of those painful nights
where after a wasted day at work
everybody looks up and pray for consolations
for hope or for entertainment
everybody wants to see lovely diamonds
brandishing cosmic blinks while they burn
magically across their skies
lighting their corrupted streets
and hearts
that would make everyone subscribe
to the delusion
that it's theirs tonight
and theirs only
but there were no stars that night
everybody felt a bit more tired
it was automatic
All have depended on the starsfor their own energy
All have let the stars decide
whether they will be happy or sad
Now at the most hideous moment
not even prayers could possess
the power to save these people
from themselves
Just a step away from home
Within these emotional trolls
He was there
He hates to admit it
but He was one of the ordinary
and He is getting a little too sick
about this fact
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
I look out
through these
rotten windows
I see ripples
of endless change
I am
who they think
I am
and I will never
be the same
again
through these
rotten windows
I see ripples
of endless change
I am
who they think
I am
and I will never
be the same
again
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
nagyeyelo ang hangin
tumatapik sa aking pisngi
ang talim ng kanyang mga panalangin
salubungin natin
ang kalungkutang
lumalangoy sa alak
halina't sumayaw
sa liwanag ng bituin
sa likod ng salamin
sa bawat kaligayahan at ngiti
na nakikipag kamay lamang
sa panaginip
tumatapik sa aking pisngi
ang talim ng kanyang mga panalangin
salubungin natin
ang kalungkutang
lumalangoy sa alak
halina't sumayaw
sa liwanag ng bituin
sa likod ng salamin
sa bawat kaligayahan at ngiti
na nakikipag kamay lamang
sa panaginip
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
It is almost magical
how one can turn
regular pieces
of black and white photos
into a colorful
kaleidoscope
of memories
amazing
how one can turn
regular pieces
of black and white photos
into a colorful
kaleidoscope
of memories
amazing
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
inside--
strands of spider's web fill spaces
across my room
dusts build up reflecting solitude
while missing a beautiful sunshine
and wishing for a wonderful breeze
i looked outside
these frown-ridden windows
and pieces of your smile
showered upon me
like a newly opened gift
like a happy memory
like a gentle rain
on a picturesque landscape
strands of spider's web fill spaces
across my room
dusts build up reflecting solitude
while missing a beautiful sunshine
and wishing for a wonderful breeze
i looked outside
these frown-ridden windows
and pieces of your smile
showered upon me
like a newly opened gift
like a happy memory
like a gentle rain
on a picturesque landscape
Thursday, November 02, 2006
fire-blowing angels
carrying blither torches of love
traversing
a dead cold
traversing
a dead cold
barren world
touching
holding
helping
lives
who've searched
frantically everywhere
churches
religions
friends
family
for answers
searched everywhere
but themselves
they've come to move us
to undergo transmission
from one space
to another
decorators of subtle souls
high priests of false hopes
king sun
you're sliding out of place--
there so much trouble
iamnotyours
Thursday, June 15, 2006
She
Another slap on the face
I dance and fry away
I drove you far in the distant sun
where flowers grow bright
without water in sight
birds singing with their hearts
not with their voice
there, hope Shines through
even if there is no light
sadness could never be defined
never looking back
we feel the heat burning out of our skins
we feel the cruel taste of melancholy
slowly but consistently fading
falling farther and farther away
yet
somewhere in the middle
of this magnificent bliss
you sensed an intense amount of grief.
you left
a huge amount of heavy debris
suddenly fell right above my chest
squeezing hate out of the sweet little me
let me rest, oh please let me rest.
my mind has betrayed me
those rational thoughts that could
have made me a bit better
magnified a boy
who is now getting bitter
and now my heart is full of regrets
I dance and fry away
I drove you far in the distant sun
where flowers grow bright
without water in sight
birds singing with their hearts
not with their voice
there, hope Shines through
even if there is no light
sadness could never be defined
never looking back
we feel the heat burning out of our skins
we feel the cruel taste of melancholy
slowly but consistently fading
falling farther and farther away
yet
somewhere in the middle
of this magnificent bliss
you sensed an intense amount of grief.
you left
a huge amount of heavy debris
suddenly fell right above my chest
squeezing hate out of the sweet little me
let me rest, oh please let me rest.
my mind has betrayed me
those rational thoughts that could
have made me a bit better
magnified a boy
who is now getting bitter
and now my heart is full of regrets
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Shine on
picture of a smile
burning furnace of desire
across your sweet face
trees dancing on air
sweet waves Shining everywhere
I miss you so much
burning furnace of desire
across your sweet face
trees dancing on air
sweet waves Shining everywhere
I miss you so much
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
light
so there I was
sitting in the place
where I have not sitted
for a long time
listening to that song
that I've not heard
for a while
taking me back
to the feeling
that I thought I had forgotten
leaving my mind open
to possibilities that I thought
would never happen
lighting up once more
the habit
that has once
controlled my life
sitting in the place
where I have not sitted
for a long time
listening to that song
that I've not heard
for a while
taking me back
to the feeling
that I thought I had forgotten
leaving my mind open
to possibilities that I thought
would never happen
lighting up once more
the habit
that has once
controlled my life