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Jowlough Oct 2010
Silly girl, oh Silly,
Life's like big parties.
Yes! Happy go lucky,
oh, polka dot *******!

Smart and wise,
craves at burger and fries.
lovers come and go,
boys oh boys, say hello

Always in love,
please don't predict.
Nature's looping,
not Again, your sick?

Sick in their eyes,
wanting for comfort,
Do they really care?
or only skin-deep they bare?

Hey Ms. Silly,
Happy go lucky.
now he's gone,
your so very lonely

One, two, snap!
and - he's out,
but wait! four in line,
Go date and dine!

How long will you enjoy,
Your kind of "fun"?
how long will you settle yourself
for any "hit and run"?

How far will you go,
on a Ferris wheel,
when will be the time,
you will set the deal?

round and round
from smiles to tears,
repeating moments
in a mug of beer
(c) Oct 18 2010 - jcjuatco *Silly girl
Jowlough May 2016
A thing of the graved past
Is not relevant at all.
But things you did not disclose
Is a deep dark nightmare call.

There was this noble boy
Who you've said have courted you.
You said he's a good friend
And he liked you.

I see he loves cars and travel
More often than you do,
A noble inheritor of a family firm
With an atlethic frame and hue.

But,  the way you describe him
Sounded like he has no mere value.
And me: I believed in the light
Of your tongues' sweet fondue.

Of all this precious time,
My mind have held your stories
Grasped and chained
Optimistic and unworried

Of all this time, doubts.
Yes doubting was never an option
Nor an attempt to juice
Even the slightest blood potion

Until Unexpectedly time came,
Yes on your twentieth birthday,
Expectant was not in the thoughts
Of positivism I've had for years.

Unaware and extremely honest
Smiling with a chance to navigate
Your smart phone's veins
Having a funny faith.

Until someone peeped and popped
From the large screen landscape.
And I never knew
That it was the pivot of my life
Nor a wrist sliding through a knife.

The SMS said, "I love you".
Then blah blah, "missed you"
And all of the mumbled I've seen,
Numbed my soul and ego.

I got wounded. Deeply wounded.
Every word, there's a stab
In my heart, cutting every veins
Feeling the friction and I rub

My eye, it has water I see flowing,
You loved him more than the sun
And I see the young persona of you
Blinkering infront the gun

Like a gun, Pointed at my temples
I've found my self humbly destroyed,
As I knew you missed the guy,
And how you were overjoyed.

Devasted in every word
Knees are trembling with grief
I never knew that I could,
Incorporate you with disbelief.

And as you came in the room
I immediately handed your phone,
And pulled the "surprise" curtain
And greeted you with a nice tone.

"Happy birthday, Darling"
I love you so much. With tears,
Streaming, spine shivering,
Caught off guard by the latch.

Then I stayed. Yes I'm invinsible
And strong as a boxer in the ring.
I've faced your family
Despite of the heavy sting.

Then the lights activated
And someone whispered me
And said "hey sweetie"
"The breakfast is ready"

I quickly jumped up out the bed,
And sip my good coffee
As I think of memories
Escaping the reality.

Looking at the kids
My heart beats faster than the bullet
As I look at your picture
In my treasure box's closet.

Then my wife whispered to me,
"Hunny, who is she?"
I said she is an ex giflfriend
Who cheated me nasty

As my wife and I are alone
She asked me, "why?"
I wrote this poem,
And I almost died.

Then I woke up again
Realizing it was just another dream;
I've found my 26 year old self
Decided to empty this bin

A bin full of trash
From memories who hurted my home
My heart and my brain woke up
Feeling pained and all alone.
Art in my head is dying and the passion is hanging in the hole of a needle.
Jowlough Mar 2019
Transcended filters
Converted to humming and whispers
On a violet sunset kind of evening
All those bagged lifters

Indecisions you ought
Not to drop and decide
Not to hit the road
Less traveled and abide

You take the kinder approach
No shortcuts or take overs,
Patience in your ammunition
Never taking chances ever.

Doing the bad thing,
Is this the real life you’ve wanted
And you’re young enough to **** this ****
But old enough to take things for granted.
Jowlough Oct 2010
Give me a small room,
for improvement.
I do not know how soon,
but I will try as I can.

I needed a small space,
to reflect and resolve.
paste the pieces,
to grow up and evolve.

Give me a small room,
make me isolated.
to step out of this doom,
of disgust and hatred.

I needed this space,
this solemn time.
so I can replace,
and I'll get by

Give me a small room,
Even though it's tough.
a small space in your heart,
will be just enough.
(c) Oct 29 - Small Room - jcjuatco*
Jowlough Mar 2019
Would you like to see me
Singing you about stars and magic
Tragic, whimpering haptics
Tricks and tips, kissing lips
Love-handles your hips
Trips, and malt brewed sips
Equips, my amygdala hits
Hots to every bits
You were lit.
Would you like to see me,
sit and chew my teeth
Working hard and grit
With jitters of ideas I rip,
When the heavens sent a gift
My spirits uplift
Shift, my tensions creep
Like a drug it whips
Shivers my wit
Writing poems I keep
Yes, we’re both sick
Pouted lip like a bird beak
Eyebrows on fleek
Wrists on flick
On one two bleeps
You’re personality clicks
The signals are weak
Then his phone beeps.
Now take a sneak peek.
Jowlough Nov 2012
Somewhere in her soul,
rests a beautiful spirit,
untamed but decisive,
careless and free.

Which in return,
the most beautiful thing I've seen,
when morning permits us,
to bond and break free.

To the bright coffee sunshine,
opens an array of opportunities.
to be a blessing to me,
to the world and to everyone.

I may be amazed
on how nature battles with her,
how she paved way,
for happiness to come in,

How she makes and finds issues,
when I found her laugh as medicine.
How she keep those rare values,
just when in others can't be seen

Somewhere in her soul,
are the proving grounds and happy days.
I am in love;
to her spirit and all of her ways
MasterGrade(c) 11.13.2012
Jowlough Apr 2019
Tell me all the things you want to see
Give me spectacles and mere advices
I will listen and I’ll believe
But never, forever

I will stay for as long as you wish
I’ll provide whatever you have missed
I will listen and I’ll believe
But never, forever

Tell me stories about your life
I will force my self with empathy
I will listen and I’ll believe
But never, forever.

I’m the perfect man but you can’t see
I would waste my gas for that long trips
I’ll pencil myself until you’re free
But never, forever

Enticing insights from A to Z
Well everything’s about your fantasies
I am all in, without a doubt
But never, forever.

I’m as old as what your mind can tell
You’re a demon hiding in your shell
Contemplate me more about yourself
But never, forever.
Jowlough Nov 2019
Spin Cycle

Verse 1:
The tragic tales of your past
which can’t be unheard of
You pick to close your eyes
instead of choosing your path

You never really gave a clue
on what you were thinking
Unspoken words are hidden
Deliberately

Chorus:
By the time my eyes met yours
You send me shivers down my core
I never caught the words to say
Stuck in a spinning cycle

Verse 2:
The blessed curse of the times
you picked to waste with me
are all built from the lies
as you’ve told all your friends

Never wasting anything
never needy
You go buy me a souvenir
when you get here.

Repeat chorus 2x

Stuck in a spinning cycle x4
Jowlough Dec 2010
I am ready to go,
Prepared for the battle,
Stood out the test,
Decisions were settled,

I will whisper gently,
my finishing words,
Throw out my Prayer,
My shield and sword!

Enter the stage,
Oh what a nice crowd,
I hope my nervous heart,
will never hound!

My warm greetings,
reached out a mile,
My knees are shaking,
But I'll get by with I smile.

As I step on the pedals,
and as the beat bites,
get ready to rock,
for this is the time of our lives!
(c) Dec 7 2010 - Stage Flight - Jcjuatco -Dedicated to TSHG band
Jowlough Nov 2012
It seemed like we have lost our polarity,
I see myself as the ultimate taker,
I've crossed the line, I'm a loser.

As my thoughts and feelings go random and futuristic,
doubts fill my inner shed, my body falling on a downward *****,
abusing self through never ending cigar smoke.

My feelings went cold without quick notice,
Seeking something fresh and challenging.
I failed my own trust. almost brittle, bending

Sliding down, I'm losing a trusted friend.
not seeking someone but I've aged a lot.
Just too old to play games.

Too matured to believe in this so called "In-time" Stories.
I am in an improved state wherein I go for the best.
Future's not like a blindfolded man in a bulletproof vest.

Can be short term but extreme happiness,
I want to hold confidence and presence.
Something I can't see, maybe a definite absence.

Something dominant I can't see in you.
Something you're in that I can't join in
Something ******* inside my head

Patiently waiting the world to turn one eighty
Still I am stuck without a progress.
holding into something I can't be best,

Living and dying with everyday happenings,
Hoping to get through this test.
-
Jowlough May 2018
All those schemes
You look forward to
Becomes a bitter pill
Swallowing is hard to
Getting drunk to the waves
Norms you suddenly
Wanted to alter
As yourself falters
Pitting your soul
To the lowest point of hell
Demons are whispering
Makes you wonder
About the other side
Murmurs and tears
You all keep by yourself
Will make its redemption
Dimming the lights
Knocking on the doors
Waiting for the end
Thirst you cannot quench
In the middle of desert
Inside your rotten boots
You can plead to yourself
Dying inside to the bones
And still no one knows
What tomorrow might bring
No one knows
When the ending is near
And you fix yourself a drink
Puff the smoke in the walls
And the same walls
Barricades your rationale
Asking your self why
Asking why you are buried alive
Grasping and gasping
Until the last breathe succumbs
Ending the suffering
With scattered biscuit crumbs
And spills of coffee
Staining your sheets
When you call it quits.
Jowlough Oct 2012
Stand still warrior,
This is just a test.
A passage in the canyon,
could be a beast's nest

See you in the warfields,
we'll be wounded but alive.
Stick to the command,
have faith,you'll get by

A Young man in you,
know your beginnings.
don't get startled,
hold on to your baseness.

Stand still brother,
we are captives of time.
a Slave of the past,
swing your sword in free in gust

Years will be waiting,
for a drop of hope.
miles we'll be climbing,
up this steep fatal *****.
(c) 10.16.12 jcjuatco - Stand still Warrior
Jowlough Nov 2010
kudos to the haters,
Words are on fire.
They bring extra strength,
Through their demolition desire.

Give thanks to the critics,
free pointers to review,
so you can progress,
re-skin, revamp a new.

Do not give up,
cheer up my friend.
Life is not a matter,
of mix and blend.

you are unique,
you have your plans.
Never meant to hurt,
when good idea comes.

Disregard gloomy thoughts,
Throw them in the rain,
well if it's sunny,
We'll accept the pain

but as you accept it,
you know what to do,
learn from the past,
and never redo.

Stand up brother,
Raise up your spirit.
Live on the present,
Make things as you see it.

Whatever comes your way,
whatever they say and ask.
as long as we are united,
We'll accomplish any tasks.
(c) Stand up brother * jcjuatco - Nov 9 2010
Jowlough Sep 2010
i know a place where there is no independence,
Opinions are controlled,well as your "character reference".
It is the place where structures are aero dynamic,
Members Believing that it would fly at the time of panic

The Social-Controller, political-hemophilia,
Millions have joined, expanding the mafia.
Polluted the minds of pioneers, --the low iQ'D,
Wise Child inherit your thy truth have been sued

The thoughts of your childhood was buried deep,
Teachings of the interracial grows in this creed.
It was emphasized, first time in my life,
Discrimination was a wound stabbed by a Knife.

I dont' believe, i can boldly state --
Man-made Cult hurted, roam from day to date.
Creed merged State, Politics, and inner feelings,
Was trespassed, influenced with imposed billings.

How come, you tell me that you can't --
Soul search, and start what you want.
It cuts my skin, when worse comes worst,
I'll go for the love, not with the CURSE!
June 2010 - Joseph Juatco
Jowlough Mar 2019
She’s the girl
That kept on fighting
Despite of the odds
And dimmer lightings

The one who has grown,
Hidden sadness
Behind the smiles
She is burdened.

She’s the girl who’s true
Hiding in plain sight
Shedding new light
When things are never right.

I know the temporary
And I don’t know what’s ahead
For I know I am an absorbing man
Then, off to bed.

I will never get tired
Of our looped talking.
Until you’ve bloomed into a flower
Then you will leave me hanging
Jowlough Jun 2011
I grabbed your hands,
and you felt mine.
your head on my shoulder,
feels perfectly fine.

I'd like to dream about you,
In a solemn state.
I miss your touch.
your warm embrace.

your sweetest kisses,
surreal in a way.
bared on your actions,
need not to say.

I am very blessed
to see more than white and black.
forget all those,
silly knap sacks.

Even when I sleep,
dreaming of you is what I make,
I miss everything of you.
my subconscious state.
(c) subconscious state - 6.13.11
Jowlough Apr 2018
This liquor held hostage in my hand
With no choice but to listen to me
Follow instructions and steps
Easy as one, two and three.

The cigar that burns my lungs
Listens to what's in my heart
Without hesitations
I am validated to the mark

The substance stays with me
Through ups and downs
Right on the spot
Relieves me from frown

Now you're asking me why
I should stop and think about
These vices kept me alive for years
Trusting my will without a doubt

Now you're telling me
That I'm a lonesome bloke
Broke and bleeding
But first let me drink this coke.
Jowlough Jan 2014
Let me peek through your soul
The odds are in your favor.
you, slayer of strong hearts.
just go and let your senses savor.

Time had took its grief,
for me and your company.
we have ours to share and call,
don't go in melancholy.

For you are worth it,
as the sun shines every morning.
we call ourselves and rise up,
from the south, it's where you're bearing.

Worry no more circumstances,
you have been blessed with warrior-like heart
Never will I forget
I am saddened on how we will part.

Short spanned memories
will be remembered until old age,
remembering these stories
Keeps my heart in a cage
Jowlough Oct 2011
yes they are doing their best,
knew their priorities,
copy that, check.

The man have no reason,
to do the so-called crime,
why back stab, why fine?

Dearest Squadron
why so resilient?
need to feed,the white recipient?

We see the struggle,
yet we choose to be silent.
he knows scripts, now what happens?

Hail the racial comments,
twigged upon personnel,
strikes you from the back, oh poor camel.

full of humps and bumps,
your plunge into the dessert.
strive for satisfaction, but you get all the dirt.

Treatment cannot be tossed.
white man hero is a hoax.
walk the talk, fix your bearings before you get lost.
(c) Sun Burn - jcjuatco (c) 2011 - oct 21
Jowlough Sep 2010
Life is a Constant Quest,
Continuous adjustment is a test.
so i jumped into the boat of change,
in an open river without a range.

It was an endless horizon, it seemed,
i cannot see any end, for the light just dimmed.
the strong wave hit me every time, tide and time,
as if i did a radical and malicious crime.

how can i withstand the forces of change,
everything have changed except my wage!
You know i’m just absorbing all the pain,
after all, getting serious is just the same.

didn’t you realized the “word” itself,
change needs understanding and a little help.
a help on ourselves, to change positively.
so we can stream  the river, smooth and effectively.
surf the river (c) jcjuatco june 2010
Jowlough Sep 2012
Spill some of your yourself,
Sweet southerner,
your smile graced,
chants a lost stranger.

Carried the spirit
of positivity and cheer.
Divine charm,
ah, your sweet voice I hear.

I've married your graces,
your poise is unimaginable,
heart's melted
attitude's desirable.

How I wish,
I can have you with me;
oh, Sweet southerner
let me take you to my city.

where we can walk;
like there's no dead ends.
where we can eat,
all the delicious cravings

where we can satisfy
our needs, In our precious ways;
my dream, Our days,
Under Sweet southern rays.
(c) Sweet southerner - jcjuatco 9.3.2012
Jowlough Mar 2011
She's so tight,
let it stay inside.
I have all the rights,
to let her glide.
to let her abide,
the open wide.
to let her fit,
to see the slit,
to take risk,
the time is might.
to let her dance,
into a trance,
to give her wants,
my fitting pants.
to let her sip
and reach the tip,
to kiss her lips,
i'll make her trip.
burn her eyes,
make her drift,
I see the urge,
passion's uplift.
I see the fire,
In her attire,
Stop the choir,
taken by her **desire.
(c) 3.18.2011 - Taken by her desire - jcjuatco
Jowlough Dec 2010
We give thanks to our Lord
Almighty in heaven,
For all the blessings,
That he had given.

For giving us strength,
to work harder and better,
and have patience,
when living gets tougher.

We thank you dear Lord
for the good wisdom,
for helping in our daily decisions,
for guiding us on our actions.

All our gratitudes, oh lord,
deep from our heart.
for making our company stable,
and always upright.
(c) jcjuatco - Thanksgiving (12.03.10) - the poem used for Thanksgiving  Mass held on our company (CCAC Philippines)
Jowlough Dec 2013
Until my last cigar burns,
I turn my head to the other.
without knowing my instincts,
thank you for your understanding.

Until the last drop of this whisky
punches its way through.
imperfections I make.
but you do not see though.

Until the last appreciation was said.
until my last order you are not following.
so, to whom it will cherish?
thank you for your understanding.

Until my last affection fluctuates.
to the rules you are still not listening.
I might release you from this cage,
Thank you for understanding.
Jowlough Oct 2011
There are some who drink together because of friendship,
they are companions,

There are some who get drunk because of problems
Can I call them morons?

There are some who raise their glass because of triumph,
they are victorious,

And there are some who get drunk because they want to explore,
they are curious.

Some get drowned in alcohol because of their past recedes
they are in sorrow,

Some do spend a lot of time in the bar drinking and flirting
because their partners have been borrowed.

But some drink wine and beer just to chill out and relax,
can you feel the spirit that make our bonds and friendship last?

Can you feel the knot that tied us together, stronger?
I know all the stories behind those beverages, I am the  master, the chief, the Bartender.
(c) The bartender - jcjuatco - 10.22.2011
Jowlough Oct 2017
All the cuts of so called midnight outings
Doesn't seem to count
The Cranium says complains
But the bother's unaware

Those shingalings and twindlings
Was a bust atleast for you
Never locked a stare is it just me who gives a care

You give me a transcendental glue
In my mind you run things that shivers me and woos

A roundabout of shallow ride for you
But a heart attack of all sorts for me
And a leaking faucet of tendencies
All incidentally brewed.

The arrival's like a scene that is embedded in my head
Precision is the name that you game
Never had an interest and had to fool myself
Stories left unclaimed

A roundabout of shallow side for you
But a heart attack of all sorts for me
And a leaking faucet of tendencies
All incidentally brewed.
Jowlough May 2013
This space
ain't a good space.
tis' dark and heavy
hearts that's dark and gloomy.
this space is for the lonely,
a deep dark cave.
you find no love in here,
for life's sake.
you see no heaven in here
if you wish.
better go away
run as fast, swim like a fish.
This space have no rainbows
flowers, plants and bees.
there lives a wicked man
that no one really  sees.
a heavy hearted man
without companion nor any foes.
who walks on his own
with his ***** toes.
who's judged by the way he looks,
questioned by many
doomed as it is.
life's not read through the books.
this space,
is hidden and secret.
few have seen it;
but no one wants to be in it.
no one appreciates.
this land,
this man;
no one understands.
Jowlough Feb 2011
Going with the flow,
Isn’t that hard to do,
But having those obstacles,
Makes it hard to get through,

Makes you wonder,
If all happened by chance,
or it was a humble result,
of what you have planned.

It makes you think
back from the start,
On what effort you gave
always leaves an open slot.

but what would be the effort,
if things didn't go,
if it did not fall to pieces,
like scenarios did not revolve

Like you're determined,
but you're not given the chance,
like you have all the chance,
but you got no plans.

Like you know the answers,
but you choose not to speak,
We have the opportunities,
but sometimes we are weak.

So where are we now?
Do you know the solutions,
you can guide me
if you want collaboration.

where there is a missing piece
In everything you have,
where the see-saw's down,
and sides are not balanced

Where everything's
a constant mystic computation!
Where ultimate chance, plus superb effort,
equals triumph,- the Success equation.
(c) Feb 7 2011 - The Equation - jcjuatco
Jowlough Jan 2016
She's a clumsy feline,
A producer of selective shivers
In sheer long glares she gives
Untimely soul feelers.

Which creeps through my bones
Since the last days of winter,
A clutched wanter of deeds,
In an almost sold properties.

She dusts me with her coat
Golden as the sweet summer sun,
Brewing my sleepy dull senses
Like a good coffee and a bun.

For I have told her factually
That these eyes are mere blinded,
But the instincts are sharpened
From the good old days I've reminded.

Come home again, she invited,
To the capital of hope and romances.
As she metals in and moans in discreet,
Then blast me with a little furry treat.
Jowlough Mar 2020
The hidden hustlers.

Most of the time, we question the focus of the people we know who are used to having multi faceted things going on with their lives. Stereotypically, most folks have one track sense of judgement on their failures blaming it on the lack of time because of the multiple things those multi faceted people do. There is a known imperative for the common haters, keyboard warriors and ****-hurts of the judging world of current social media to capitalize on the mistakes rather than what has been accomplished, boiling down to, yes, lack of focus.

These people are low-key hustlers. These are people who have massive amounts of real pursuit in terms of things outside their core jobs. People who are the reasons why charities exist, and the same category of people why art forms in this earth continue to be significant. They are usually those folks who are the outliers of the common society, and what a joy to meet and get inspired by these people.

And yes, they are the ones who has people’s eyes sticked in their backs for most part of their lives. The ones who are often exposed to criticisms and judgement, particularly to things like lack of focus during the event of setbacks and misfortunes. When a failure arises, the first one to blame is the lack of focus. I’ve experienced it myself and to the other people, and some, to the closest circle where I personally noticed the struggle in terms of managing their time and their long-lined patience. More than time actual struggle, it’s the stereotyped judgments that hurt them.

But through the years of observation, I found the idea reversed.

Reversed in a sense that I believe that most of the multi-faceted persons have the most solid and ******* focus someone can get from a person. Over the decade of experience in the workplace, those who have side hustles and passion projects are the people who have actual pedigree on lending an extra thousands of miles when tasked to do something. They are the master of balance. They sacrifice their passions hideously depending on human variables such as timing and use of words. They are over-reactive internally and complicated critical thinkers because they won’t allow slightest of any judgement touch and blame the things they are passionate during an event of delays on the tasks they are doing. They know how to sacrifice and be hurt in the process. These are the people who spends sleepless nights just to save their passion projects and keep them afloat in hectic schedules, they are the hustlers in such a way that any loopholes that lead to destroying the things they love can’t be tolerated, so they better put in the hard work hiding in plain sight even if there are no eyes looking, they are masters of making it effortless in the naked eye. But when you dig further on how they do it, you know that they are always in a brink of dying due to misunderstandings and angry loved ones, families and friends because they have been all juggled inside the 24-hour day. Yes they know their shortcomings, but I say, it’s the reverse in terms of  focus.

Some people might relate to this because, I know that these are the people who has thirst to etch something in the world, but is to busy to market and brag it. They have multiple pockets of insane hours and grit on their focal points of pursuits.

Only people with strong focus can be experts in their multi-faceted fields of pursuit. Without massive amount of focus, you won’t be able to build multiple habits. And without the habits, you won’t be experts. Period.

And the funny thing is, often time, people who are judging them on their slightest mistakes are usually reactions from mediocre individuals who are connected with them and sometimes, the victim character who got the lesser attention time from the multi-faceted hustler, thus stirring up pressure because, looking at it, there is a level of dependence, and any delays or setbacks could be  attributed to the ‘so-called’ lack of focus.

These hustlers are people, who are sometimes, difficult to understand. They give vague reasons why they cannot attend a not so important life event. They mastered the art of matured alibis so they won’t hurt feelings. But true enough - they might be insensitive at times.

They get anxiety when they don’t produce something out of their passions. They are curators of their own products. These are the natural creatives, in which, ironically, the stereotype judgment on their mistakes are usually associated with time management issues, lack of focus and improper spending of money on things that majority of people won’t appreciate, or worst, in some eyes, are not important because it doesn’t profit.

I find it ironic when those people who are multi-faceted are more focused than those who are masters of a singular field. We can say that both has focus, but cancelling out the posers, multi-faceted hustlers have the most low-key grit and grind attribute you can find in any human being.
They won’t anyone touch their joys with one-dimension judgement. But they are not showy and everything seemed to be effortless.

So what I'm telling you is somehow the argument is in reverse. They tend to be targeted because of their vague presence, in which results speak for itself. they are working in the shadows - They are the people who inspires, who are strong, and the ones who deserve any small amount of appreciation. They are the people I call the hidden hustlers.
Jowlough Dec 2010
Go conquer my empire
you are free as a bird,
Use my resources,
as per my orders and words.

Do not hesitate,
for I have chosen you;
to rule my whole system,
We'll reign as new.

Be my sweet Queen,
and I'll take your hand.
I was fazed by your character,
the way you mix and blend.

I know the precious crown
was fit in your head,
Describing your personality
was enough said

I have never praised,
any woman than this.
You are so special
A rare jewel as it is.

You have changed my views
in your own special ways,
you are so lucky,
to capture the King's taste!

Give me a warm hug,
and I'll die inside,
my loyalty to you,
is open wide

For I tried to disregard,
but you know I can't,
Consider this royal rule,
for the King's directive, can't be bent!
(c) Dec 18 2010 - The King's rule * jcjuatco
Jowlough Aug 2016
The pill
You've created,
As a cure
From your hatred

Is the same pill
You should swallow,
What you don't do
We don't follow

What you don't preach
We don't give,
An eye for one
Of your misfits.

Nor your guru ways,
Even your habits.
Such two faced
More tragic.

You walk
Your mouthful talk
Before you speak,
Before you mock.

Before you play
The victim card,
Do math
And solve it hard

Tell me wisdom
And it won't scratch
The truth about
The eggs you hatched.

The digs we give
Are zero like,
The weather in north pole
In the deepest night.

Are you okay
Because you are dreaming?
You deep black love guru
How we wishing.
Jowlough Jan 2011
We have Exerted efforts, yet we got no recognition,
They showed no plans in their might’s.

Shining, yet discrimination bites off,
Your people cannot go full throttle in their flights.

Two years, I am only hiding,
though we are part of the unreeling circle as informed,

Which extends up to the core of our hungry heart,
looking for equality, to unlock the doors

waiting and waiting, to release this wicked feeling free,
We are castaways not until we seek as we hunt and flee,

as we dedicate and pursue one hundred percent,
but this Society cannot dedicate enough in return,

as we live in deep dark angst every time,
We are socially deprived and violated, oh ****** heart.

For a farewell bid will never be an issue
I am building my will, let us be, and we'll get through.
(c) Jan 4 2010 - The Mob - jcjuatco*
Jowlough Sep 2011
Don't get wasted,
you'll get stringed.
acting like a god,
is an act of sphinx

**** your mind outings,
until you realized the pages of your sheets.
reap what you sow
and realize you are a bull.

give another cheap shot,
pretend you are the weak, bleed.
sensitivity is a blessing
you never carried.

cut your insecurity,
burn your malicious thinking.
bring your flamboyant buddy,
immaturity is what your bringing

**** your mind outings,
until you realized your pages and sheets.
reap what you sow
and realize you are a bull.
(c) 2011 The moodswings of a bull named El toro - jcjuatco
Jowlough Sep 2014
Believe in your self, young gun,
you are built to survive.
You have the skills to get through
the guts to take the dive.

Questions have been present,
from day one 'them thrown.
your mind is your arsenal,
and body is the dome.

Trust your instincts my friend
though history is a dark world,
fluxes you can seek
Fear is for the weak.

You are a warrior of your own
Never surrender your faith.
Enemies are just lurking
Blend, sublimate.

Time heals and build,
sharpens your knife;
Fill your cup of wisdom
as tomorrow ticks another life.

As bullets have been dodged,
as you heal your worst wounds,
come you shy sunrise
and let thy fruits bloom.
Jowlough Oct 2010
Crack it, then Scrutinize
Dissect when it’s analyzed
Decrypt, don’t thoroughly dismantle,
Stay calmed, don’t be rattled.

Observe, all the occurences,
list down, for your reference.
bolt in, shoot the solution,
release the gaunlet of execution!

if there's a mistake,
move on, let it be.
just track your fate,
Don't rely on ctrl+Z.

holes are expected,
Decision is your asset,
well if you can't go on then,
press reset. just try again
(c) oct 4 2010 jcjuatco -The Optimistic method
Jowlough Mar 2011
Happy with the way things have turned
Though a hard fought race was given and earned.
Sacrifices was extended and considered to deepest horizons,
spawning towards, what we thought infinity captions.
Transpired over and over, as tomorrow is faced,
with grith and angst over as we were below, hoping,
for an ultimate turnaround with a minimal chance.
hoping for tidal shift towards satisfaction, hoping
to seek and and find ourselves waiting.
to catch every opportunity as we persist and fight,
stand up and understand, this constant quest called Life.
(c) The Quest - 3.12.2011 - jcjuatco
Jowlough Mar 2020
The reversed desire.

Over years and years of striving and adjusting, adapting from the real life after school, learning, working and building everything from careers to a home - eventually you will get everything most from material things and desires, your pursuit, to stuff and state you’ve initially dying to get.

And when you’re there. Your young self will realize that there might be bigger things in life, but your core self will realize that your contentment is at peak. Now you’re starting to feel rusted, perhaps, sometimes, pragmatically bored.

Through experience you will see light in every darkness, from different kinds of human beings that became, and is part of your life. You’ve known it. You see the motives, you see through everything. Two steps ahead, the outcomes, the results, the fallback and the possibilities. You map the unmapped and if there are new branches of the path you expect and you realized it’s a breeze to know how to navigate it. You will come to a point that there are few things in life that matters to you. A love one, family or a passion. Yes - You achieve it all. You are an achiever. You don’t beg. You have it. You can have  it. You’ve mastered the art of timing, and the art of going to different kinds of war. You got nothing to ask for and you’re not thrilled with life.

But the thing is - you’re just in your thirties. You don’t have the luxury of life like what people see in social media, and you don’t mind. You have a sense that you don’t need anything anymore. It happens. Now there are instances that you mindlessly self destruct. People may view this as a kind of immaturity, but they cannot understand you. You know their stand, all those stereotyped uncle’s and friend’s judgements blow in your face, But still, You’re cool with it - but it ***** that no one understands your state of losing your sense of purpose.

It comes. The bad thing is - you’re young. There are people who reached a state of “Whatever life throws at me, I can handle it” phase where they are millionaires at their 40s, 50’s, 60’’s - Or, the other side, when all other things are well handled, You still can forecast that you can handle everything without any volatility in terms of your physical, mental, financial and emotional health - but what if you’re just in your early 30’s. It will seem that a lot of people will not understand you. You are still in the build phase and still a ‘baby’ essentially in terms of the human lifespan, and yet, you are telling that you are having your peak?

True enough, it sometimes, happens. And it is quite difficult. Mostly, you are a giver. You’ve spent vacation-less years working like a dog, pursuing everything at a high rate of speed, going on to finish-lines earlier than your peers. Taking care of people around you, loving without any expectation of returns at all aspects. You become an eagle. An eagle that roams the bluest skies and stormiest weathers hunting for your self. A wolf, that provides sufficient resources for the pack. A loving human that is always misunderstood yet - you’ve become a person with a wisdom, not caring for things you cannot control, with an indestructible armor of self belief, smashing every goals and roadblocks in the way. And yes - you will reach a point where you don’t lose. You are a super machine adapting and leveraging to every scenarios thrown at you. You are a master of everything. Nothing can bring you down. Not even any lowest point of your life, which you’ve experienced and evaded smoothly because you have an amazing comprehension on everything, both intellectually and in relationships. You pick your battles, and you are a hustler. But when you go home alone, your mind spans big like the universe. You’ve mastered the art of contentment. Whatever is lacking, you supply. So in short, you are young, you don’t need anybody. You are a giver, and you can maneuver on anything - Now there comes a time, what is next and what is the point? Moreover, what makes you happy? What is the next stage? What is the inspiration?

You are reading up to this point because you might be one of them. I’d tell you, there are a few people who can relate, and are self-sufficient. We’ve been too wounded and scratched to worry about anything. Sometimes, too strong for our own good.

Sometimes, we own our own mind too much and overrated as it sounds, we’ve mastered the battles in our wars too much in our own ways that we come to a point that we cannot move forward due to a lack of drive to anything. We tend to misunderstand if this anxiety is some form of mental illness. Maybe? Maybe not? But how will we move forward like you usually do. You solve everything. You are used to failures. Failures are normal and you learn from it. What’s next? What thrills you? What’s the point of living?

Sometimes you will get so consistently efficient in everything significant to you, could it be work, career, passion projects or people - to a point that all you wanted are the reverse of things. You go hard, you achieve it, but then what? There are moments when what matters are those things that you ‘must-not’ have, that you currently have - and you’re thrilled about it.

Wait, what? Yes - sometimes, you will reach a point where there is something called “The reversed desire”.  This is your challenge at the back of your head. This is the hidden martyrdom that triggers fuel from your soul. The what-if’s inside your heart. You know you can get anything you want, and therefore, what if I could lose something valuable? A death maybe? A hard reset?

Just like what is happening right now. We are in the middle of a pandemic. This is the time where all your creative juices should be flowing. You think of silly things. You ideate. We can conclude that anything has a reset button, even the world itself. Now what if you don’t have what you have? Will it supply the needed fire to your heart to continue living? What if you reverse your desires just to make a dent to your cold soul and continue thriving to the given norms?

You don’t get satisfied with anything unless you un-have it. Brings to a point, that man is a pleasure seeking animal. And if you’ve mastered the most stoic approach at life, Your spirit might seek the alternative ways to satisfy your inner life crumblings. It’s always a reset essential that enables you to do more.

The reversed desire.
Jowlough Jan 2016
These legs are built for running
And these eyes are not to see,
And the heart has tendencies,
We run away and never keep.

As it all strives hard to evade,
Away from everyone at all cost;
Making a spectrum of a distance,
Running away but never lost.

And every step is a journey,
it touched hearts I say indeed,
But everytime it moved forward,
It steps on an ego that pleads.

For this heart can never be a home
To bear fruits of your likeness,
Nor to endure a pattern of pain,
It shall forever remain free.

And these feet will remain running
From all the debris of the past,
Leaving a trail of unsurpassed legacy
In an alien like cemented cast.

And these eyes are focused every time,
As if it never was,
Dilating at occasional times
But never losing grasp.

There are eyes that see across
And there are ones who see the good,
But I'm not one to see,
The world's cruel and rude.

As the eyes, feet and heart
Will never be tamed and stationed,
Pointed at a target
Passion is the king.

And I will keep on running away my dear,
And you keep on being at my side;
I guess that's the way it goes,
And there are eyes that are just blind.
Jowlough Mar 2019
I am the process;
The traversing of mountains
In threadlike loopholes
And narrow passages
Of patient waitings
And trembling muses;
Stronger and sturdier
Than the age old woodwork,
Patient like hachiko
Emptiness was never
A strange phenomenon
That should be pondered
Wandered, instead conquered
Purposely testing
Water depth mocking
The norms and the usuals
People are unusual
Strange as it may be
Talkish boy you come and see
Coastal air and hot tea
Staples of synthwave
Let me be.
Jowlough Jul 2015
She looks at me
Like a wandering maverick
Exploring my soul
Through the stems of my retina.

Travelling to my body
Through the feel of my pulse,
As she grasped my hand
Lingering on bold emotions

Baffled with blurred questions;
Peceptions nor judgement
Was never clear and printed
Vague intentions.

Softly spoken words
On a gloomy bipolar weather
With a cup of brewed happiness,
Yes, we are strangers.
Jowlough May 2013
Shortened by your own expectations
to a son, whose a workhorse.
who's under the shade of others,
ill and hidden under the rocks.

Under dog they say
does not brag any stellar milestone he's been in,
giving all the drastic efforts
but still gray and merely unseen.

Questioned himself
when he learned the term "black sheep"
Child in the heart, strong,
operates at his own risks.

of epic proportions and stars
he sees but only to himself,
hidden angst and questions to his own blood,
kept in the inner skirts of his chest.

A son, whose emerging,
underrated with his dreams.
a follower of the art
waiting until dawn, forever it seems.
-_-
Jowlough Sep 2010
Once there was master, who lives and reigns,
feared by the people, straight and tamed.
He's intelligent, wise by the name,
Started from nothing, to the top he came.

In the beginning his words are true,
his men forced-believed in his so-called virtue.
but who would have know, who got a clue?
evolving directions as days have flew

Day by day, true colors appeared,
arrogant commands,floated in fear
A toxic leader was born and geared,
***** tactics had strucked the spear.

Spear as I say, stabbed the people's heart.
heartless ruler, gets all the gold in the cart!
deceptive as is, with all the deadly sins,
hard working people is the lose, he got all the wins!

All the merit came from extreme corruption,
worked his way through ever greedy deception!
how far can you take, what can be your stand?
how can we live in this sinking quicksand!

Tell me how passive we are. do you know him?
when was the time we dedicated half dimmed?
He's the one who ladders his way to the top,
Big boss by the word, not by the act.
the wicked master (c) sept 6 2010 created
Jowlough Sep 2010
How may times I have counted this,
Hoping for change, but still tagged as "missed".
Opportunity seeker, the mind wrecker,
anti-human command, confidence hacker.

He reigned as a king to all his troops,
his direction made everyone move.
101 hidden crimes and still counting,
but no one was courageous to stand the beating.

He Captures all your good mastered deeds,
****** the credits, and stole your seeds.
present your hard work as if it was his',
makes you look fumbled at your own risk.

People was silenced, mouth was stitched,
by his over-***** backstabbing pitch.
together with his bishop, equally powered,
Added fright to the minds. Everyone's  bothered!

Oh how long can we be so passive?
Not a whisper can be submissive.
The master controls and knows how to punish,
Knowing the innocent people that he vanished!
The wicked master II (c) 2010 sept 19 jcjuatco
Jowlough Sep 2010
Evil grin for your proposal,
Mastered tactics of evidence disposal
Ill gotten wealth in hidden flicks,
Lustrous attack on his chosen picks!

Temper rises when your in contrast,
In accordance when he's wearing his mask!
Over impressing on higher grounds,
Not a merit, but demerit sounds!

Going over, how far will you go,
Carrying your super immoral role!
Omitting efforts by naming it as yours,
Irritated people, Losing their course!

Seeing the dull side, as always,
Taking the tasks,but in dismay!.
Hearse master! your the very worst we know,
Evil King, you'll reap what you sow!

Witness the rise of these poor people,
In the coming future we'll get the apple!
Craving and calling for a little anticipation,
Killing time for self detonation!

Even now I cannot imagine,
Doing your thing is extremely annoying.
Man power you say is just preparing,
Act what you preach, is what we're saying!!

Stupidity, Hoax, Corruption,
Throwing nothing but deception,
Everlasting Gluttony and greed,
Rowing the boat, making a wicked lead.
(C) 2010 Sept 21 jcjuatco The Wicked Master III.
Jowlough Apr 2011
thanks to those who understood,
looked on both sides,
never misjudged for own good.
those who knew,
who stayed within,
without a price,
without an argument.

for real friends do understand,
will keep in touch,
and never, speak a bad mouth.

will lift your spirits,
against forces who withstand, but,
fake one's will let you sink
deep down in quicksand.

Now, I am still hoping,
positivity is what I am wishing,
that you are for keeps,
for years we are making.

for all the memories,
we have built a wall,
four of us, we did it all.
Inspite of it all,
what the world we care?
for I felt the comfort,
on the wisdom you all bared,
you shared, I wish you happiness,
Even everything was changed,
Even I am evicted,
when we'll meet, sometime, somewhere,
I can say, that you have been a part,
and my past was never a weep,
that I'll always remember,
I have defined, it's Friendship.
This is for you (c) 4.16.2011 - jcjuatco
Jowlough Feb 2013
Come these never ending tales of war
has took its toll in all of us.
where freedom was compromised,
false judgement was thrown at us.

I adhere to correct them all
without burning bridges on opposite tail ends.
as people misunderstand with their small minds,
I Stand oppressive until this strong bark bends.

Let me free your harrased mind,
despite of these known inequalities.
Please Pardon me for my words,
we all want to end this in tranquility


we are intelligent just enough to know our selves,
our needs and wants just hidden inside our chests
knowing that all these months, I've scratched your back,
I hope you'll do the same in this wicked test.

You've all wore this masks, battle faced,
I am amused I became the villain.
this was never the same scenario
where I am lost and I've abstained.

I can never guide your rituals.
come as you are, friends?
you've all grown up and matured for this.
I have got no plans to ****** my belongings.

It is your choice. you got all of these.
I never wished to betray nor consider you all in the past.
but what I've felt it gives me sorrow.
to know that I am not part of your tomorrow.

Never wanting to compromise
but there's a feeling that I've been sacrificed.
I am raising the white flag.
but leaving all of you will be a throw of a dice
Jowlough Mar 2011
Our destiny have been so ******* sarcastic,
and sometimes you can't afford to laugh.
So I guess I'll just let go,
and drink my pale pilsen draft.

Give it to the stars,
I am tired of thinking things,
pressure rises above the head,
conscience always gives me the grin.

those good old Positive vibes
changes its colours rapidly,
And you cannot pinpoint which is which,
Until you peep thoroughly.

Sometimes I can clearly see,
when negativity back bites back and flee
For I should live my live freely,
Give me the shots and I'll execute properly.

I am now in the middle of the universe,
No **** directions and plans.
Worst may come from the sides,
But i'll make sure I'll get by.
No copyrights for this. you can have i all! I'm tired.
Jowlough Feb 2019
Free as a bird,
promises marked thy word.
Limitations are switched off,
bounds that were never heard.

If you would just focus,
lenses fixed on a one-shot mind.
I wish you have the decision,
truth can never be blind.

Evaded realities,
reluctant and hidden feelings.
brings joy to the horizon
of jittery nerve endings.

Options are in front of you,
choosing should be easy.
when you're a mere shadow,
past is not necessary.

Choose me if you will
As you've picked the real.
I don't want no sharing
unless you're not completely healed.
Jowlough Sep 2010
I never thought that we could reach this point
All expectations are bended and caught.
two for us and twenty for you,
your childish acts had poured the due

Yes! It seemed that you never really cared,
you tend to leave tasks boldly and bare.
When the sense was showered, you were in your Cave,
Resting and sleeping, counting money to save.

Can't rely on everything you put,
even the simplest, you find it hard to do.
yes the image is crushed, and can't be the same,
you're a coward person human resting in vain!

How long will I plead for your irresponsible acts?
It is the human-natured sense that you lacked.
Is that the way the world has missed you?
Stubborn, get out of the blue, your a toxic you!
Toxix - 2009 jcjuatco
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