My hard boiled brain just don’t connect
The world I try to sense and see
This patch of light I can’t reflect

Fractions of my imagination collect
A soupy spongy murky sea
My hard boiled brain just don’t connect

Stand my guard and take effect
The menace yet to be
This patch of light I can’t reflect

Beat my chest and then protect
Walls of chain and sorcery
My hard boiled brain just don’t connect

Take flight now child and dilute my respect
Branch out from your bonsai tree
This patch of light I can’t reflect

But all these flaws I reelect
From a ballot absentee
My hard boiled brain just don’t connect
This patch of light I can’t reflect

As light fades to blackness
It all becomes clear
The longer I stay
The less I hold dear
To stay in a world
That's shivering cold
I'm curious to see
When I'll fit in this mold
With everyone else
Who it seems so clear
With menI can't tell
What I'm still doing here

They were just talking about you
right before you turned the corner.
Whispered words, hushed hurried huffy
little things. Like pinpricks on the back
of your neck.

Or worse. Maybe they weren't talking
about you. Nobody is talking about you.
Nobody FEELS the way you FEEL things.
All capital letters and **** and vinegar.
You are alone in your intellect and alone
in your
FEELINGS.

If you use me
as an anchor,
toss me off
the side of the ship
like little plastic rings
that ****** dolphins,
I'll sink into that cold,
that dark. Bubbles rising
to the surface, with each and every
pop you'll hear my last thoughts
as the pressure chokes the life from my lungs.

I am the abyss.
That great gaping whole in the sky.
In the Earth. When you peer into me,
the dark threatens to swallow you whole.
A cold, calculating, Nietzschean monster.
I am the perfect predator, walking amongst you.
Aggressive mimicry, I dance, and I laugh, and I cry.
Counterfeiting emotions so well, that sometimes
I even convince myself I am but a sheep among the sheep.

I want to scream at the top of my lungs

"Help me, I'm drowning in my sadness"

But I don't think it would make
much of a difference

Wag mo akong itulad sa iba
Na laging nakapayong kapag umuulan
Kahit basa kaya ko pa rin tahakin ang daan
Daan na kasing putik ng kanilang nilalakaran.

Wag mo akong itulad sa iba
Na akala mo kung sinong napakalaki ang mga mata
Na halos puro nalang mali ang kanilang nakikita
Daig pa ang maykapal kung makapanghusga.

Wag mo akong itulad sa iba
Na kung sinong mapakakapal ang mga bulsa't pitaka
Sila na kayang bumili ng kung anu ano lalo na pati ang hustisya
Sasaktan, gigipitin ng ilan masunod lang ang ninanais nila.

Wag na wag mo akong itutulad sayo
Wag mo din akong itulad sa tatay at nanay mo
Lalong lalo na sa taong mga nakapaligid sayo
Bakit? Hindi tayo pareho, 
Mayaman ka at hampaslupa ako.

just
a tree.
taking root
slowly, gradually
firmly.
yes, firmly.
reaching deeper
growing stronger
holding tighter.



think it's easy
when I'm
ripped out of
pulled out of
torn out of
familiar
soil

uprooted.
to make way
for something
newer
prettier


better

just
a tree
and I guess
its my time
to leave