All I can see is that we shall be burned
Will turned into a billion ashes
But blinded and crippled were unconcern
Still catching the meaning of holy masses
Sometimes I wonder, If they were the one disabled
Because at most, it's us all along
Who have this blinded and crippled soul

12-26-2015

If there’s a miracle that could move a mountain
Then we don’t have this heavy rain
But what we are, if we could feel no pain
Maybe life may not be the same
But it's a journey with no thrill game


12/03/2015
Mysterious Aries

Indeed, I thank you
For giving me some hope
By sharing your love so true
For injecting me the wisdom of the pope

Tried, but mostly I've failed
The exam was too difficult
Dark thoughts seem to me, was heavily nailed
To optimism, I am just an insult

So why? why back again?
Mostly because the wisdom of the dark is truer
I'm sorry, it’s really hard to begin
Believing in a myth was much bluer

I hope you'll understand such situation like this
This insanity in my head
Why I need to blow your sweet perfect kiss
And choose the bitter lips of pessimism instead

So here I am now
Singing the same depressed song
I know I won't received any bow
But I'm home, back where I belong....


written: January 29, 2015 at 10:00 pm
Depressed Mode
Mysterious Aries

Hey! I'd rather be the one to sing the song of sadness
Than to hurt someone so close to me, a friend to me
Hey! I'd rather be the one to cry a thousand a rivers
Than to hurt someone so dear to me, our friendship

You said you love me more
But why just now and not before
You tried to kiss my lips
But I said no, no just please

Hey! I'd rather be the one to go to the darkness
And cry alone and stuck the pain inside my chest
Hey! I'd rather be the one to be breathless
To wear a mask, to fake a show, to past the test

Because I love you too
But it's not fair my friend so in love with you
You know I hate this
So leave now, now just, please

Hey! I'd rather be the one to sing the song of sadness
Than to hurt someone so close to me, a friend to me
Hey! I'd rather be the one to cry a thousand a rivers
Than to hurt someone so dear to me, our friendship


Written: July 2, 2015 @ 8:30 pm
Mysterious Aries

Almost over, still not enough
That finish line must touch
Bad luck happens, out of the blue
Occur when almost, grip victory for you

Seems someone stung, poison my feet
Turn my body, very weak
Must go on, force these feet to step
The sun knows how I love this triumph to keep

A few miles more, must not surrender
This move I love to dedicate, to those I tender
Another dilemma, my eyes get blurred
But I must, I must, wake up my sleepy nerve

One bad thing again, bang me to the head
It seems that fate, really wants me dead
But no one can stop me, as long as I have this breath
Not right now, only a few steps left

So again, I force to move my feet
For my love ones, I'm in high spirits
But another danger, attack me to the heart
Ripped it badly, now I don't know where to start

It doesn't matter now if I've lost the game
What matter most, I've shown my love ones my aim
That in every journey, no matter how dark
I am always ready to give... my body, my head and my heart...

written: 2002
Mysterious Aries

Ang katotohana'y di ko batid kung paano ko susugatan itong papel
Kung aling sandata ba ang gagamitin, itong punyal ba o kaya'y baril
Mithi kong bawat panitik na bibitawa'y mapatakan ko ng sariling dugo
Dahil bawat papel na masusugata'y tiyak unti-unting hihilum sa puso kong bigo

Ang bawat isasalaysay ng taong malapit na sa kanyang dapit-hapon
Dadamhin alaala ng lumipas, na para lang itong naganap kahapon
Umaasang maaklat ninyo ang aral na nais ihatid
Pulutin ninyo ang ginto, ang bato'y iwanan sa sahig

Maraming salamat kung sakali mang makikilangoy kayo sa aking ilog
Kulay pula man ito'y lilikhain ko itong may kalakip na pag-irog
Mula sa susugatan kong papel magaganap ang lahat
Lapis na punyal at baril ko'y nakahanda nang gumawa ng aklat....



04-10-15

mysterious_aries

My days at Penlandia definitely reached its afterglow
Now it’s hard for me to find my rhythm
Hopefully, the soul of some of my poetry will find their mark
If not unto someone’s head, then to somebody’s heart

I hope my words are not just vandals on the wall
Nor merely a stain on the paper
I created them to touch, stab, **** and make love
To bring peace unto hell and create fire in the sky above

It’s up to your eyes now, my dearest readers to magnify
Hate my stuff or love them
What's the reason why I’m inches away on parking my pen?
Voices from the other side echoes within my ear again and again

That’s why I’m writing this poetry as if my last
But if one day you’ll see me deploying another poem
I hope you enjoy stories with an unexpected ending
Besides, even the afterglows have a little radiance remaining

Mysterious Aries

11/19/2015