If I had a word to look after,
A word that goes beyond the latter,
That has a simple description,
Or is it a card for confusion,
Rather than to answer a complex question,
It would be deceive

What is it to be deceived?
To take a couple of shots to our little mischief?
To form an unbreakable bond to he who is misfit?
Oh that looks quite the show
Why don't we take an applause for such a blow

How does it taste?
Does betrayal tastes conspicuous?
Does it set a menace to the ones who are conscious?
Wine tasted fine after a sip of being fooled
And in a blink of an eye, a shake in the bones, and a twist of the tongue, the throat trembled like an oath

So if there's a chance to find the word,
That can either soothe the soul or tear a mold,
A truth that is covered by the moth,
Is the word that I need to be careful of

Snow falls slowly from the sky;
through the wilderness and the silence of night.
It musters all the courage; built from a fragile skin to carry over conversations that wavers the mind.
Although the coldness runs the mouth to be bold, its approach strikingly appears to be kind.

How unfortunately gentle,
How unfortunately bright.

wag hayaang pumikit ang mga matang umaawit,
sa kalayaang dapat nating matamo,
matakaw ang kalamnan para sa katotohanang dapat naaasam,
nawa'y magising ang iyong kaluluwa at bumalik ang dating boses na matagal nawala,
para sabay-sabay isigaw
ang kalayaang naligaw

maaari  bang imulat natin ang ating mga mata,
mula sa pagkakatulog nang pagka haba-haba
pati na rin sa pagkakagapos,
mula sa mga maling desisyon
na itinali sa atin ng administrasyon

it doesn't end here
it will never end there
it continues to flow, it subsides it does
but it doesn't stop

impulsive decisions at present
are wobbling regrets of the past
and double trouble-tracks in the future

Mahal, oras na para ika’y matulog
nang mahimbing
Kasing himbing ng iyong malalim
na pagtulog ang pagpikit
ng iyong  damdaming
Sabay nating ibubulong sa hangin

The ship had sunk
as well as our love
where memories
became lost treasures
that echoed under the deep blue
sea

Same old laugh
Same old scent
Same old touch
Same old stare

Same old love
No one stayed

Is this a blank seat?
May I be your guest for life
A partner perhaps

Searching in the midst
For your calm delicate arms
Are not mine to hold

You and I stumbled
In each other’s new faces
Still, I recognized

I can’t barely remember how I drew
faith – within my very own hands.
How I managed to carefully stitch the stars
Of every color; every size; and every burning light of soul.
How I ought to remember how often it blinks and how – bright does it reach beyond so long silent wishes

Wishes – wishes that were buried deep down
the throat of the galaxy. Wishes that never recovered from pain
for it continues to recognize every laugh; every smile while it ignores every twitch of wounds that covered broken memories caressed by thin air.