what if we'd stop or just
try to jump
what if to carry wasn't meant
for us after all
what if I was never yours to hold
write this book
trust the "I know"
and what if the truth was right
would I still try to convince wrong?

you see
the line grows from above
and I'll sell the book
I promise
'cause "what if" was never mine
it was yours
and only
yours


a.b

A bow and arrow
I gave the God's hands
And red
I paint his hands and feet
No benches at school
Dad doesn't use pencils for
writing any more
The poets of my country are vanishing...
My mom never grows rice

...به دست های خدا تیر و کمان دادم
دست و پایش را قرمز می کنم
میز و صندلی مدرسه نداشته باشد
پدر دیگر با مداد نمی نویسد
...شاعرهای کشور من رو به انقراض اند
مادرم هیچوقت برنج نمی کارد

ang Pag-ibig daw ay maikukumpara sa napakaraming bagay
may mga pagkakataon kalakip ito sa iba't-ibang larangan
meron maikli,may katamtaman o napakahabang paglalakbay
iyon bang tipong pagdaraanan yung mga hindi inaasahan

Sabi nga ng isang Kilalang pinoy na makata
" O! Pag-ibig kapag pumasok sa puso ninuman,
hahamakin ang lahat masunod ka lamang.. "
kaya bakit ako papapipigil sa aking nadarama

Madalas nilang sabihin...
para ka lang nagwawalis
kaalinsabay ang malakas na hangin
walis ka nang walis,pero kalat di nalilinis!

Minsan tulad sa isang sugal
maihahambing daw ang Pag-ibig
hindi ka tataya kung wala kang pag-asang manalo.
kaya ba nauso yung - nagmahal nasaktan hindi umuwing bigo!

at heto pa ang kakaiba
medyo magandang salita
hango kasi sa di pangkaraniwang talata
pero angkop ito pangmasa...

Gaano man daw kadalas  ang minsan
Bihira talaga lagi ang kasagotan
dahil ang Pag-ibig daw ay tila ba isang " half baked cookies "
ayon po iyan sa isang novelist,,parang yun sa kanta rin na-
" more than a kiss "

sa layo ng kinapuntahan,di ko mawari kung ako ba'y napag-iwanan!
sa lalim ng kahulugan,halos hindi ko agad natumbok aking napag-alaman!
Kaya Pala... Sabi Nila : Pag-ibig Ang Siyang Tugon!
mataas man o mababa ang Temperatura ng Pugon!

I've driven myself in
to the valley of deserted
Tears.

To where it's too hot,
while living is an isolation.

There's no river nor
lush forest around,
its as dry as the desert
sands, then humidity
strikes your nerves
that you'll feel
overcooked.

The crimson sky
Bleeds of its inking
Beauty...

I on the other hand
solidify my strength
to ease the burden
I carry, as i lift myself
Little by little towards
A meaningful step
For SURVIVAL!

© pax