Posts

Showing posts from May, 2007

Late

Before he was there,now, he is nowhere I pretended, I never intended To find the trust which ended as rust I was his only that time can never beat it badly But that was my thought, he surrendered as i fought He struggled while I was boggled By his enthusiasm which I doubted as sarcasm For him all is true, my mind and heart construe Just then time watered the fire, I was to play his lyre As I strummed, i saw no ear and found my fear All was gone when I decided to be his one Now, am alone in a monotone These I saw, and made up as a law Time lessens intensity, those feelings of less density Time can test, it chooses what's best He was less I confirmed my guess The rest attests, he loved lest

Alaala

Alaala, Ikay handog ni Bathala, Nilalathala Ng kahapong mga gantimpala Alaala, Bigla, bigla; ngiti ay pinipiga upang lumitaw ang saya at laya

Out By Lead

rriFrom a simple bloodstain to a massive bloodshed From chatting butterflies to roaring eagles From a sprouting bud to wildest of forests From smokey outburts to a nebula blast These, Within the hardworking organ A shouting silence Once whispered by madness It started to burn the residue Of unspoken libretto It boiled the red fluid which ran through and tinted the violet dead channels as it embraces the slender grasping bones cuddling the thin cylindrical wood Whooosh.. from the black tip of its opening apex... Out it goes. Out!

Hunghong ug Mulo

Wa gayod maskin dukot, maskin lawog sa lubot sa hungot. Nagkagod apan wa maskin tansan. Kay sa kalisod, Ang kapid-ang tawo nagsaguyod wa pa kapabulad sa ilang mga mulo ngadto sa dako-dako nga gialirongan og gipatalinghogan sa mga manuplaay nga nagdako sa kahamugaway. Sa may kinadak-ang pako, sila nagapanghunghong, nagapatubo sa gahom, namasak sa ekonomiyang lusak. Ug tungod sa ilang kabungol, nangaslom na ang hiyos nga mga tungol.

Iti

Nigula gikan sa lubot sa mayang nagpalami sa bayabas nga hinog. Nahagbong Itom, nagtikoskos daw siling kuyos apan sa sulod may lisong nangandoy sa sidlak sa adlaw.

In Amity

In love, people should be claustrophobic. Their feeling of collective attraction to be with and for others is basically lain on the ashes of those who long for and are in selfish commitments and shallow engangements. Struggle is to exclusively commit oneself as it refuses to detach from amity. Here lies growth. Somewhere else? qualms coat souls . Hhhmmmmm... and so, ending up as the individuals that they are, they wanted no more, no less. Although desolation visits their reveries, they remain tough against goodbyes. The facticity that people do come and go is what everybody inherently walks through. Significant others leave...in their time and in their ways. Those left are hurt by ways they made up themselves and by which they are healed. People was never cheated. He cheats himself. Everytime individuals give themselves, they gain themselves twice. No loss, none at all. Generosity is a selfish act. :) uhhhh... paradox? oxymoron? or irony? -- a personification of virtue...:)