between dreams and reality
i set a goal to cure this world of its maladies
i study the great malaise
plaguing the minds of those
who seek to desire.
a flash of greed,
a glass half empty with turmoil
i retch at the philosophies
tied to the few
with visions tainted by smoke
and their souls ripping apart from its sins
yet despite my sufferings
between dreams and reality
i become aware of my being
and i choose
to live
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 1:54 AM UTC
the cost to live
lies in the basic necessities
of lack thereof
an eye for a kilo of beef
an arm for a bag of rice
dinner served
with the aftertaste of
slavery and genocide
the cost to live
is buried within values
numbers inflating
every second
every month
every year
every life time lived,
a reflection of a system
staring back at its own demise
there is a cost to live,
our people bear the brunt
of imperialist
spears and drills,
armed to their teeth
with bullets and greed
there is a cost to live
in a city built
on the graves of martyred children,
and of women,
of men; all done
at the behest of blinding thrones
and to feed the gluttonous beast named
overconsumption
we know the cost to live,
thus we bring forth
the payment it deserves
marching in the thousands,
and in the millions,
armed with knowledge
of the lands that nurtured our souls,
of the aspirations of the people
who commend
the cost to struggle
in order to make anew
the cost to living
a dignified liberation
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 11:48 PM UTC
sino nga ba satin ang uto-uto?
madaling naniwala sa tukso
‘kay lambing at malumanay
subalit iyong mga pangako'y
hinulma sa matinik na katotohanan
sino nga ba satin ang uto-uto?
napaniwala sa pantasya
ng pagmamahalang
dapat na mapagpalaya
ako ba ang uto-uto?
isinumpa ng mga tendensiya
ng uring pinagmulan
isang kabalintunaan
sana’y mabalikwas
ngunit matigas ang aking ulo
ikaw ba ang uto-uto?
pero
ikaw lamang ang makakasagot
sapagkat ito’y sulat sa hangin,
mga hinanakit at
sumpa na di makakaabot
sa iyo
ako yata ang uto-uto
napaniwala sa iyong
malalambing na tukso
dahil kahit ako'y nabudol
ng isang pagmamahalang mapagtaksil
ika’y hindi
mabitaw-bitawan
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 11:35 PM UTC
i wish
i wish
i wish
i wish
i wish
i wish–
but alas!
even stars die out
our paths will diverge
and i will bleed out
and you will remain a spectre in my heart
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 11:23 PM UTC
there are a few
simple steps
that you must follow
to become diaspora
to become diaspora,
one must first and foremost
be ripped away
from the lands that hold one’s soul
to become diaspora,
is to become (dis)illusioned
with the glitter, glamour
and stolen gold
of the First World
to become diaspora,
one must adhere to passivity
to survive in a crowd
of barred fangs
and white skin
to become diaspora,
one must learn how to speak:
the language of genocide,
the language of disease,
the language of thievery,
the language of war
to become diaspora
is to become one with bloodshed.
to be covered in every drop,
of sweat,
of blood,
of ****
of spit
left behind on the grounds
which we now call
home.
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 1:50 PM UTC
ano nga ba ang wakas
ng isang pag-ibig walang landas?
sinta, kumapit ka sa patalim
at isaksak mo ito sa baga mo--
at habang ika’y nasasamid
sa dugo’y mala putik ang testura
tandaan
iyong adhikain inialay
sa bukas na mapanlinlang,
iyong buhay isinumpa
sa pag-ibig na walang wagas
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 12:51 PM UTC
i wake to a dream
that had you in it
we were entangled--
a mesh of bodies
under a thin blanket
i felt your teeth
scrape against my
skin,
your hands tracing vows
into my *******
despite the hunger,
we fell into a deep slumber
our lips longing
to hold each other in embrace
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC