Why do you do what you do,
For many it is said for bounty adieu,
To live as long as they can reach,
Held in love that was not preached,

So,
Why do you do what you do,
Made in choice and decisions anew,
Lined with the convictions of the soul and hue,
Written in stone or chanced by clues,

So,
Why do you do what you do,
Searching for a golden cue,
Cure for the soldered shame,
Living towards a blackless blame,

So,
Why do you do what you do,
Is it for naught or is it for thought,
Is it for the righteousness in your mind that you sought?

Mga punong nagtataasan, mga katawang nangingitim.
Hibla dati sa kahoy ngayo'y sa bato nagbibitin.
Ang tangkad mo ay laging masarap gawing lilim.
Mula noon hanggang ngayo'y di ako makapagpasalin,
Ng mga kasalanan, kahit na iyon ang iyong kinain.
Matagal na ang huling pagsala ko sa kanyang bituin.
Baka't hindi ko na ito kailangang damdamin.
Dahil tila nagkukulang na ang iyong hangin.

Mga dahon **** lapad at kumikinang.
Nanalamin sa lahat ng aninong dumadaan.
Nagpapabahay parin sa iba't-ibang nilalang.
May mararahas. tahimik, at mapaggalang.
Parang ang nagbabagong kulay ng mga bunga **** nakahalang.
May gamot at may lason, pero mayroong pagkaing pang-ahon.
Mayroong pabaon ngunit parang ikaw na ang unti-unting lumalamon.

Umuusbong na mga panahon.
Nakita na ang bukas ay ang kahapon.
Kitang-kita ang daloy ng alon.
Nadating ika'y mahinahon.
Ngayo'y ika'y tagahamon.
Nag-iipon ng lakas at laman.
Habang nagtatapon na ng basura't mangmang.

Tutol
Ako sa
Nakararaming
Gumaganap na
Alam ang tama.

In english as a more accurate translation...
Since I actually **** more in my native language....

I am
Definitely against the
Information given by
Oppressing and assuming
Total majority

So yeah, just so you know
Anything is correct, probably, possibly.

The stream goes up, the tears come down.
The fears they clump, they shake and drown.
But thrill uplifts, it wakes and sticks.

For if time could, stay, still, today.
One moment we sway, another we slay.
The road is made, with pain it shall fade.

We choose, we lose, we cruise, we abuse.
The feelings of truth could they lie to you?
O, sweet friend, just keep your hue.

Blue, the colour of you.
Blue, the time to undo.
Blue, the life that you move.

Hello goodmorning
Today for calling
So low so snoring
I wonder why we say good morning

Tonight in your place
I help you like im waze
In honesty been daze
I can tell your tired for some days

Get back in bed
Few minutes before Wed
I know it's still a more hours from my bill
But I'll see you right through
Because of my choice of do
So take dudette and dude
Across the globe I'll help you too.

Some days I feel good,
Come ways dry seal crude,
Done says vile meal dude,
Bites you back til' you bleed food.

So is this an addiction, a crude misconception?
Mostly feeling the wind creased in the wrong direction.
What I thought I like, what they told me I was,
Now fades from the glimpses of eternity.

Fashioning a pedestal for a new tomorrow,
Blind but with faith I caress all this sorrow,
I bid you adieu, *******, subdued.
No I am not in remorse, I cannot alter my force.

By the fact that the energy deranges like swollen entropy.
Can be acknowledged yet immaterial to intrigue.
Echoing the silence that for soothers to ring.
Loss of the false feel of psuedo-histrionic-apathy.

Confess, to sins you lie on,
Contest, not a quality of mind,
Attest, reality and fiction,
Undress, utility of pride,
The Sloth still sleeps, blind,
And hide.

Once was a man just a young boy,
He threw and he drew in the lost playgrounds,
Here is where people met,
They collected stories and secrets that they kept,
It was a vast field of majesty,
All who ever walked on its paths never ceased to live,
But only few have ever died,

Ceasing to exist while the heart still beats,
Breathing softly and surely until their presence turns to mist.
He,
He was one of the few,
He tried to save the tiny compassion left inside a rotten dew,
But alas he was in turn corrupted by the nectar of its dark and creepy hue.
He forgot what it meant,
What it took,
And what it is to be real,
Concrete and strong as steel,
Burning with a passionate spirit of Courage,

With succession he twisted and he toiled,
Ramming the hills of the land and crashing into it's mountains,
There he presumed a title that was astounding for the sound that it makes,
Fearless,
Fearless are we,
Fearless are they,
Fearless with no light,
To embrace the dark fully,
Here his spirit lies,
And his spirit decays,
Never to see a more shaded day,
Brimming with a look that shines more dull each way,

Each way he went it was just mere,
Utter,
Non-sense,
Never was a day that was bland as that,
Until that fateful eve,
Where only downfall would rise with the Sun,
Alongside the humming of the Moon,
Where the cosmic embodiment of Death soon became,

Paranoia juices flowed into place,
For whispers of deceit foul the mortality of the brain,
Corroding the mind until it took him away,
That was the night,
Where one of his deaths took stage,
That was where,
He should have been brave,
To face all in his mind,
And to follow the whispers that were holier than you or than I,
Because that was the end,
*Of the truth on his plane.

I wallow in my sleepless nights,
Typing away on this keyboard,
Sometimes it feels more like a page,
From my notebook from those high school days.

Where I would draw unend, ignoring science my best friend,
Fill up the pages with shapes and letters,
Where the lines define the universe,
Where people and stick beings intertwine,
With dancing letters some bold, some shy,
Lettering was also caught in my, little web,
Where a monkey does what a monkey sees,
Where limitless was just a level three,
My ninety nine was at a killing spree,
Then they soon forget as in time degrees,
Where fate was faked in an autopsy,
I guess that is what teenagers be,
A pack of animals, learning to be,
Human, again and again, I see.

Not death

Breathe slow

Past coil

Jealous?

We don't know

Sad as plain sight

Fake intents

Misdirection and dense

Regrets for tomorrow

Until the demon runs

Mind will be blank

Conscious without reprimand

Disgracing self

And projected shadows

Into millenium of words

That trick only inside

Gross and perfect

Figured somewhat insect

Fear of movement

Ready to read

Never to explore

A monster that is a bore

No true faces

Just stolen ink

Anger in three ports

Without the eyes to close

Ever so unsubtle

Render one cold

With love as slow as shell

Until they grow the verdure fungus

Inside this room, the halls fill with the illuminating darkness,
Where it shines a spotlight on the truths we often hide,
Fall and behold to its witchcraft in earnest prowess,
Cannot seem to unravel the long painted ties,

Maybe it chills to think of the possibility,
Remembering past and futures of an infinite,
Resolute but twisted that is a trap for *******,
To a world only in the imagination where it is not an illusory,

Be careful for naught it is fury of red that will be caught,
Although in this black hallway it would only seem like a pretty thought.

He stands and walks, and makes himself as hard as rock,
He smiles and waves, at beauties and babes,
Then whispers into a quiet boys ears, makes him excited and confused with fear,
Then screams and shouts on the worlds redoubt,
I do not engage in a sinful dance, while his hand holds the young boys stance,
Caressing it up and down, while the eyes set on the young boy and frown,
He rapes the young one through and through, Forgetting we are in the Twenty-first century too.

He said,
Come down here!

I said,
*When you're up there?

Life with peace, prosperity,
Brought to see, who is to be,

From the bonds that broke, and clean blood to soak,
Of friends and fathers, lovers, cease and end.

Open,
Commanding eyes, open,
Mind,
Read the thoughts,
Scribbled onto the fabric,
Words that are set in stone,
Matter that is untouchable,
Ghostly syllables that have no means,
Interconnected by differential seam,
Like a sweater hugging the truth,
A fluffly mask than enslaves an essence,
Just to supply a relieving sigh,
Just to claim a means to get by,
Just to instill a feeling of a high.

Trees that are rising, with trunks fading to black,
Before you were woven from wood, now of the rocks that crack.
With you standing tall, and always the shade to rest my back.
From then til' today I could never repack,
All the sins, that you devour on track.
Since long I have not wronged by the stars of that song.
Maybe I should numb what was strong,
Because the silence of your breath becomes flat.

With leaves of wide shape and shining colour.
Reflecting the shadows and its silhouettes.
Home to different creature of its lore.
The furious, silent, and respectful.
Like the ever changing skins of your growing fruits.
From remedies, poisons, and delicacies just to fill.
Giving abundances of gifts but nonetheless it is you who takes it.

Time moves forward,
It is seen that yesterday is tomorrow,
The ebb and flow is very evident,
What was calm,
Turbulently testing today,
Gathering all its forces,
While throwing what is wasteful and foolish.

I see you looking,
I see you staring,
I see you glaring,
I see you guessing.

Can you see me standing?
Can you see me sitting?
Can you see me smiling?
Can you see me crying?

Do I look like I'm begging?
Do I look like I'm asking?

For what?

Do I look like I'm suffering?
Do I look like I'm dying?

From what?

Can you turn it down,
My sight is turning deaf,
The sharpness echoing through town.
I can see you churn theft.

I can't deny,
Because there is a lie,
Then the other is dry,
A truth that cannot die.

If the Earth is dying,
Is it weird that everything else is dying too?

In present times the world is filled up,
Like a crazy cartoon with characters that build up,
A new hope for an inadequate concieved pup,
Be wary of the real undead whose hearts that still pump,
They live and breathe and talk in their pin ups,
Like the crimson they seek to fill up
Their stomachs of ego will still thump,
Unto the light of the unexpecting machine clump,
Running on programs of unending ****,
That is, what they think, for they forgot the time that they believe is up,
They too are humans that are machine dumps.

Hello! Help! Is anybody there!
I can't move! Can anybody help!?
It's dark, and cold! I can't move!
Somebody! Anybody!?
I can't feel it!
I can't feel my...
Fear, anger...
I just feel...
Cold, and heavy, but not empty.

Somehow He tells me not to sleep tonight,
Whispers of a demon creeping out with blight,
The "Dream Eater", he smiles and says goodnight,
Tomorrows anew, as I cook up a stew, so sleep tight,

Little do you know what your treasures insight,
So scrumptious, they feed me even if they are made of light,
Do not worry little one, you do not need them, that's right,
For they are mine now so just be careful of my bite,

I will not harm you I just came to write,
What is yours will never be yours, because I will always steal your might.

Why is he so flat.

Wet as a paper in July.

Can you even right on this cat?

I can't feel anything when I'm near.

It's like he is covered by the most gigantic hat.

I've heard he really cannot be bought.

Weird like a nomadic owl or bat.

But I bet he's just so blind.

So where is he at?

What is there in esence today,
We look and,
Then what,
Does it mean,
Lovely, or is it,
Dearly in the eye,
Feudal in a time, frame,
Leveling the inertia,
From the point of potential,
Gravitational on kinetics,
What then,
Laizze Fairre they say,
But does it,
Teach, Learn,
Empart,
Aimless swords,
Countless pens, painted,
Business, booms,
On life, death,
Satirically speaking,
New, because,
Boring is the Old.

What should I do,
Today's sunny too,
Dear living clue,
Lend me a shoe,
Maybe undo,
The evil brew,
Riding to you,
On your canoe,
So give me two,
Ideas to,
Relate a new,
Concepting stew,
To change the hue,
Of color blue,
So time would *****,
This bolt into,
A place once true,
To brains of poo.

My heart is broken once again, and so I see you standing there, without your smile, without your care.

I wish that I could speak the truth, of how I really think of you, for every time I spend in youth, I never really can see two.

Time know how I try to show, the feelings that invisibly flow, this empty shell I call my home, is just misleading for those unknown.

I say to you, Adieu Adieu, for I never wanted to scar you blue, I wanted to see that yellow hue, like the touch that cleans my cue. Please be yellow, and I'll be blue.

You try to trick me, doesnt work, ignore me, schooled you for your hate, end up being the hater.
So why do sickly, current dorks, adore thee, fooled to core door plates, bent cup fleeting a crater.
Too sigh woo crick bee, paws rent torque, be bore three, cool two so more ate, red pup lying remaker.

In short,
Today is weird,
You understand what happens,
But the meaning behind is either vague,
Or downright inapproriate,
But still,
It's fun.

I can hear a voice,
A melody,
That he, rejoice,
It echoes in tune,

From morn until noon,
Lacking the apathy,
That senses the mood,
No signal, no choice,

It flow inside a symphony,
But just so moist,
Slipping through reality,
He jumps out, and is gone, like a loon.

Wealth is a Mind

Where Love is just a Kind

Wholly It looks Blind

But live Two and then Grind

For you know, you will not Find

Another like your Bind

The Differences are Sublime

It's a Shadow that will Remind

That IT will NOT MATTER in due Time

The plot unravels in a place where there is a conflict,
The Just turns the **** locking arms with the Instinct,
Wrapped around a ribbon of constant struggle,
Not an inch of movement was seen to loosen the knot,
Warped under a sheet of plastic paper it carries the thought,
Caught in feet of the moment loved and boggled,
Altruid and Maltruid speaking into the world,
Reflection of mists and essences scuffled into artificial pearls,
It peaks as they peek the unended curiosity,
Whilst the mirror is fuzzing and buzzing,
Of their frail but truthful simple realities,
The key to the treasure they do not see when those eyes are in pus,
.
.
.
.
They yearn or want to call everybody an "Us".

My Sweetheart that runs on two
Even if She does not bloom
The sweet scent of Her comes too
Even at the peek of doom

My Sweetheart She loves us so
She dies and lives for us to grow
The endless nights of pain She sow
The brightful morning for us to go

The sweet song of Her hummingbirds
Live by their cages as She just yearns
Can they not stop the selfish turns
As they **** Her in selfless curves

She loves us dear but she may die
As apathy becomes obliged
Where the chosen just humbly lie
As false heroes pillage Her inside

Crap, Dung, Feces, Manure, Nicotine, Poo, ****, Waste,
It never mattered to the ears just as long as it has taste,
Not the tactile on the tongue but rather the slip of the sound,
The way it dances in the air all day around and round,
To bounce off the walls and the cliffs,
Getting smaller as each corner takes a whiff,
Until the message of emotion is released,
Appealing to the hearts as never it will cease,
Sometimes clear as the springs harvest bring,
While other times it comes in discording rings.

Politics is a shelter
For warheads within the weather
Living for the money of wither
Greed, not necessity, that lever

Not for every case
But abundant in place
Ages and eras, only could we erase
Partly true without trace

For we never learned
Histories we've earned
Families were churned
Into butter for those who are not truly earn

How didoo I am moving as two
Fast I flew just to catch the morning dew
Peek a boo the seargent screams at you
Stay in cue don't move like glue
Just when you try to do
The officer of sloth gets to brew

Eager to move we take control,
Of the caustic ties with their ebb and flow,
Living it full without the hint of sweet remorse,
To dive right in and seizing the main course,
Carpe is what we were taught to complete the day,
So that is one of the things that we think is right in every way,
But in reality it is a lie in the methods that we feed reality,
When you keep everthing in the dark that then gives you insanity,
Even when it comes to light both deeds and sins they softly bite,
The whole of your mind in sweet delite when secrets are killing you in darkest night on sight.

They seek and they seek,
Meek, bleak, and they speak,
That the ones who can are the ones who reek,
Only a fraud for that one is unique,
To their eyes, but not to the peak,
Those who see, whom like to tweak,
With machines of life and of the cheek,
Words that arouse the minds obliques,
Through visions and laws where there is no physique,
Just all even from odds that creak.

I dream of you,
Rude and unkind,
I wish to help but it seems that it rewinds,
Is there really getting through the mind?

My eyes are black and blind,
The rage is with the red of hue,
Turns to blood without a cue,
It makes me tear for it might be true.

The dreams of new,
Can it reveal what is behind?
Or are you trying to remind?
Is he a big facade that created the blind?

Here is my knife, my scalpel to be exact.
There is your body, your torso in the act.
To slice in the midst, and the sieves on your wrist.

Some want you whole, but I feed on the soul.
Your temple is numb, the reason why I succumb,
To the play of lies, and its mysterious ties.

Yet I keep my self sane, and trying without vain,
I just wish that the windows wouldn't pain.
But I see the tears rushing down like rain.

It cracks me up, in a bad bat of a pup.

Why you place your mask, and leave the trash in my cask.
It keeps me asking why, without a mind to give,
Advantage over the shy, which the latter is how I live.

Your game of tag I am no less than glad.
That it is done, in the hopes of a gun.
To the sky it will turn red.
A shot like a bird it will run, aimed highly at the sun.
Until we both are bled, to the ground each will be wed.

Different, you and I
Never see, never aye
I hear you scream,
I shout the steam,
We never seem to be,
Connected, you and me,
I dare to care, woe and woe,
Control, so and so
Much we have been,
Oblidged but paper thin,
The bond is dimly stoutly and scrim,
A short shot end of endless whim,
The best I could ask for,
True friend with shaky splendor.

Memories, of jealousies, and fallacies, in front of me.
Entropy, with charity, dashed with clarity, in front of me.
Realities, to hypocrisies, that change intimacies, in front of me.
Serenity, steps callously, with tomorrow's canopy, in front of me.
Entities, with blasphemies, understate authorities, in front of me.

Do you not want a happy ending because it's predictable? Or is your life too misrable? Does everybody else need to feel your intangible? Despair or are you indelible?

One more time let's do it right,

One more minute let's make the night,

One more hit let's make if bright,

One more bite let's take the flight,

One more smile let's do it tonight.

The famous last words,
When you are finished with the world,
After the deed has been made,
Or the blackmail has been laid,
Following the end of the job,
Or when lives have been robbed,
This is what they mostly say,
After swimming through every day,
Some are given the sweet remorse,
While others bury the neat discourse,
Not all are clean of debt,
Especially to their revenge of death,
Because they never died,
They **** everyone they like,
For every soul they vied,
Never reciprocated they vile pikes.

It's that time of day,
Where all of your sound starts to decay,

What is it with being right,
When there will always be a handful to write,

Who will tell us that this piece is perfect,
Why do we need to understand if it is correct,

How is it that we just stop,
Hushing onto the last testaments spinning on the top.

I see that you feign empathy

For the bounty of pride and glory

But the cost of illusions and hippcracy

What is it that you steal so dearly

What is a throne you covet so surly

Is this the truth of your splendor

But to you we are playthings of this ender

You are not Him but you play to be

Do you want Him to acknowledge thee

Are you of this or are you not

Are you ready to begin your onslaught

Can you tell that we both lie

In a pool that was twisted to be vile

We will clash and will always meet

Even if we are miles apart, isn't that neat

While walking along the path
Something intriguing shall pass
In the event of the start
The end will come to attack

Knowing pitch black will await
Is just another number in a page
We idly look and participate
When the wages come and evaporate

It is never easy to know the fin
Not knowing if the period is win
But the company we bring will pass
Embedded to our memories little lass

So fret no longer for my wish is bright
Even if all heaven ends tonight
In my spirit I will hold you tight
For the hope we share will be our might

There it goes, wonder of woes,
There we go, stretch out your toe,
There to fly, intrinsic and dry,
There for rye, energy for sky.

Then it runs, evading the stun,
Then the fun, around it has spun,
Then you shout, just without pout,
Then its stout, the heart without doubt.

After it comes,
The weight of the sums,
Will you fight,
That lazy blight,
Or will you sleep,
Right now so deep,
Let go of all,
And make a stall.

This is the challenge,
Day in and day out.
How do they manage,
Within the redoubt.

I always hear this word,
But they use it blindly,
As they project themselves downward,
In aspiral of chaos and confusion,
Leaving nothing but a meaningful weight,
That sends them to the feet of their hosts,
Like parasites that only know how to feed,
Sadly it is not in their capacity to realize,
That no harm and disgust is reflected onto their spirit,
But they continue to rot their own soul,
Excreting an immaterial gas,
Filled with toxins and emotions,
Feelings that make the insides of your stomach tumble,
Up and down then around the bounds,
Boundaries that they could never cross,
Because they are too young, maybe,
Too ignorant, slightly, remorsefully,
Going to schools and institutions,
Just to forget to ask, yourself that is,
And blissfully believing the facts that are handed down, like a vitamin pill,
A placebo that makes you smarter as it seems,
Beneath the soft exterior of a false personality,
Not fake, but inadequately you,
Not enough to be the own individual,
Living a lie handing down whatever the time dictates,
Never asking, why, because it is easy,
It is easy to fall away,
It is easy to hand out words,
That indefinitely hold meaning,
It is just a game of chance and luck,
In a head that refuses to ask,
It is so easy to make labels,
To project the self onto another who does not know,
To another that is seemingly ignorant,
But who is well aware,
But maybe decides to not give a care,
Never ceasing to wonder, why?
They are thousands of four letter words in the hundreds of languages,
And yet they choose to represent themselves in a word that they avert their ego.