balked

at the

lanky
droopy

long-haired
fingers flitting and tapping about on a guitar

opened his mouth
closed his eyes

and there galloped forth

a song of god

gawk

precipice, precipice
on this we lie
risking one piece

the most important
you and I
this, the now, the moment

never will
the stakes be so high
or low- shrill

indignant, arrogant, honest
fear, love, pain-why?
all we know is that this is the best

that we can do

and so we go

adieu.

the path was well trodden
winding and wounding
through the hills and yonder

not easily made
with its share of problems and pain
scars and scabs

in the end one would see
the vineyard
and two

walking, talking
sitting, lounging
doing and accomplishing

absolutely nothing,
except what they wanted,
nothing.

and well earned
this boring was.

the people worked
and worked and worked

to get to the top
but

the king said a word
and so the top

and the people on it
were no more

left to work again
and again and again

The King worked tirelessly
so that he may be kind

The King worked tirelessly
and so he thought he was kind

He worked and worked
for the people he thought

but honestly he'd think
it was for him to be kind

and so he lay on his bed
life ebbing from his head

and thought,
maybe now I am kind

but the people remembered otherwise
thus history said otherwise

and so The King
never existed at all

I look beyond and see
everything unknown to me

from atop this wall
I think of the fall

to where no man, should be
to the land of danger and mystery

I looked at my sword and shield
past to those ominous fields

I was nothing
just my fists and spirit I could bring

a man
a gnat, before the fan

of desire,
turned to fire.

and so I laughed, and there I go
forward past, all I know

we all carry inside of us

our own personal abyss

where things

unspeakable, unimaginable,

-unbearable.

dwell

some go all their lives battling it

some live, never knowing its touch

but most terrifying is the one

who lives in it,

becomes it.

take care not to live life from within it

those who do

speak in tragedy

and act in atrocity

only ruin shall be their legacy.

the statues
that adorned

the great cathedral

the statues
that brought beauty, balance, perfection

to the great cathedral

perfect representations, made with love.

Were cast aside

and left to disrepair,

and now lie rotting

in some forgotten, dusty corner

the great cathedral stood tall however
with nary a bat of the eye
or the pang of conscience.

shame.

I saw the stars

saw the sun

saw the world

and turned my back

to come back

to you

but you're not here anymore

but at least the world is still here

not for me but

at least


the stars do seem dimmer however...

I have worlds upon worlds of words to use on you


ngunit


may mga bagay sa mundo na dapat lang na gawin gamit ang iyong sariling dila

at

ikaw

at

ako

ay dalawa sa mga ito

tayo,

aking iniirog.

the trouble with okay is...

when you say "are you okay"

I rarely have a good answer


yes.

or no.


as an artist this is very frustrating

all the feelings in the world

all the weight
and all the burden

brought to a

pinpricking, aching, agonizing

needlepoint.

straight to your heart

straight to your ******* soul.

and all you got to play with

all you got to express with

all you got to express this with

is

yes, or no.

The trouble with okay is

you think it's okay

okay isn't okay

it's just, okay

okay is.

mediocrity

ahhh

see how that rings?

hear how it rings?

how it sings?

mediocrity.

finally, something

an answer

a word

that isn't

yes, or no.

truth, and lies.



but the real trouble

the real trouble

with okay

is

when you ask me

if I am

well...

I'm not,

I rarely am.

they played that song

and everyone danced

it was lit

but it was only you

only you

love always leaves ruins in its wake my dear.

i have this pebble

and with it

I'd like to build a mountain with you

Lalalaloveyou

If I saw

Your smile

with someone

with something?

It matters not

All I want is that smile

of yours.

Cause you were never smiling

I never could,

you never could?



With me.



lalalaloveyou

forever and always

empty wallet

empty pockets

empty chair in front of me

surrounded by love

and 12 pieces of hot wings

this must be

happiness?

contentment.

the pieces
all of them
a tiny sordid amount
of millions
all on the floor
bloodied hands
and pieces
in*

a completely and utterly
futile exercise

"oh you know"

"the usual"

the brightest smile you'd ever see

you'll do okay

you might not

eat at that five-star place you've always wanted to,
see the world,
be in space,

but
at the very least

you'll see the rain from the warmth of a blanket,
feel the breeze when the weather is just right

see the smiles of loved ones,

then, maybe

the true color,

of life.

these Christmas songs

that have you cheering
have you singing
have you remembering

Christmases

that were never really there.

blink

the stars
the surface of
far galaxies
the touch
of a lover
the sigh
of stolen moments
laughing
at imagined conversations

this

you

blink*

I'm sorry,
I saw the stars and of things I don't think I shall ever see or feel.

you were saying?

why is the last light, that anyone ever sees their own?

because everyone else's is brighter.

for the burden that seems lighter

only to burn in one's own fire

I bleed
finally.

maybe now, peace?

or at least, silence.

Only my pictures ever understood.

will anyone ever care?

Swagger, swagger
walks in the man

oil
flair
pomp

Swagger, swagger
where is the man

with the long hair
and sad eyes?

who sang, staring
into your soul

Swagger, swagger
is all he is now

or maybe,
that is all he can muster.