There was an old world
that turned on it's head,

and turned out it’s pockets
and shook out the dead,

and shook off the living
and all of their stuff

til' all there was left
it considered enough,

and all there was left
was a world upsidedown,

and wind and whatever
had roots in the ground,

and fish with a warning
to stay where they be,

down under the waves
of the shookabout sea.

I didn't fall into disrepute
So much as occur there

                                    By Phil Roberts

It's not important,
what I'm feeling
mind's full of sirens
but I'm healing
a bell still ringing
but I am leaving
to sail inside blues
as my raft's sinking
I'm looking for truce
for every piece of truth
but light's so far away
cause I murdered
my dreams today
without light
without hope
I'm going
through this road
in the eye of the storm...

ocean and the sky
will join their hands
trying to wear me down
as the sand
runs through my mouth
everything goes darker
as the sky wears black
and lack
of sleep has gone so further now
my mother and my father
they will try to persuade me
to **** my dreams and follow
the ones they've already seen
as the streams carry me down
I would only scream
not for you or another
but only for my dreams

I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song
My woven whispers ****** ways and words
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong
Be part of an inner circle and be heard

Write with me, no lines will be false or blurred
Together we will create and be strong
There’s no need for pleasure to be deferred
I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song

I have been sad and alone way too long
Belonging together is most preferred
Creating brings joy, won’t you come along?
My woven whispers ****** ways and words

Take a chance and your senses will be stirred
Part of our circle, not lost in the throng
We are more together, grace is conferred
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong

All ideas are welcomed, no thought is wrong
Just know this; your spirit won’t be interred
May our venture be successful and long
Be part of an inner circle and be heard
I am the Poet

krs
July 21, 2015

Di ko alam kung pano magsisimula
Sa aking sasabihin,huwag sanang mabibigla
Pero ang lahat ng maririnig **** salita
Nagmula sa puso : sa puso kong sira
Alam mo ba nung simula pa lang
Sa puso ko ikaw na ang lamang
Walang ibang hinihiling kundi ikaw
Di ko nais na naaalis ka sa tanaw
Oo , ikaw lang at walang iba
Kase nga diba gusto kita?
Sa puso kong ito, tunay kang nag-iisa
Pero parang ang sakit sa pakiramdam
Sa damdamin kong ito, walang nakakaalam
Hanggang tingin lang lagi sa iyo,
Minamasdan ko lahat ng kilos mo
At kahit na ako'y nasasaktan,
Sinong may ****? Wala naman akong karapatan
Kahit mamamatay na ako sa sobrang sakit,
Kailangang kong tanggapin lahat ng pait
Ganyan naman talaga pag nagmamahal,
Sakripisyo ang kailangan para tumagal
Hindi ko alam kung anong meron sa iyo,
At ikaw ang tinitibok ng puso ko,
Siguro nga tadhana na ang nagtakda
Kaya sana iyo namang mahalata
Pagkat ayokong pati  ikaw ay mawala
Ngunit ano nga bang magagawa?
Kung sa landas ko unti - unti kang nawawala?
Para kang bula na dahan - dahang naglalaho
Parang ibong lumilipad na papunta sa malayo
Habang ako dito ay nakatayo
Minamasdan kang papalayo
Madalas ako sa kanila'y naiinggit
Pagkat sa iyo ,sila'y nakakalapit
Madalas kayong nagkakausap
At lagi mo sya sa akin hinahanap
Oo, alam kong kahit di ko aminin
Na pangalan mo pa rin ang sinisigaw ng damdamin,
Malalaman mo rin yun balang araw
Kaya mananahimik nalang at di ko na isisigaw
Ano pa nga bang silbi na ipagsigawan ko?
Wala ka rin namang **** sa nararamdaman ko
Kaya't salamat nalang sa ala- alang iniwan
Sa lahat ng araw ng masasayang kwentuhan
Paalam na mahal,ayoko nang masaktan
Kahit iyon ay akin nang nakasanayan
Nakakapagod ding maging Tanga kaya't paalam na
Sana maging masaya ka doon sa piling nya !

You cannot find it everywhere,
In the kitchen nor in the tableware,
In your bag or in your chair,
Not on your clothes in the drawer
It can only be seen,
Deep inside you and within,
It can be showed by your caring mother,
Also by your loving father
But not all of them can show you love,
Not all of them you can have,
Only some but not all,
Coz' you can't get all the people
By means of attention,
For you to have it,give them some reason
Like studying hard,
To give them some award
But if you want the greatest love,
Call unto God and all of it you can have
Because He is the most lovable
And the only one who's powerful

Sa sarili noon ay aking nasambit,
Sa pangarap ko, wala nang hihigit
Sa buhay na ito, wala na ring nais makamit
Kundi ang pangarap ko na sana'y masapit

Ngunit nang narinig ko ang tinig **** kayganda,
Ako sa iyo ay agad nahalina
Sa puso ko'y nabuhay muli ang pag - asa ,
At mula nun' ninais kong ikaw ay makita

Ang iyong kanta kung pakinggan ay anong sarap !
Mas maganda siguro kung aawit sa aking harap
Sa malamig na tinig mo,lahat ay naaakit
Sa mga larawan mo, mata ko'y tila nadikit

Oh mahabaging langit! kailan kaya makikita
Itong talentadong tao na iyong nilikha?
Autograph nya kailan ko kaya makukuha?
O masilayan man lang maganda nyang mukha?

Pakiwari ko'y mahaba pa ang aking tatahakin,
Sa pera ko'y marami pa ang dapat ipunin,
Kaya't sa ngayon, ang akin nalang gagawin,
Sundan sya sa facebook twitter at ig narin!

At bago ko ito wakasan,
Isang salita ang nais kong iwanan
Di pa man kita nasisilayan,
Mamahalin ka sa tahimik na paraan.

Alam kong malabong ako ay mapansin,
Dahil marami ang mga katulad ko rin,
Ayos lang! Basta't lagi **** tatandaan
May isang CRISSEL na handa kang suportahan.

At kung loloobin man ng kapalaran,
Itong tula'y iyong mapakinggan,
Sana ikaw ay masiyahan,
Magdulot sa iyo ng konting kaligayahan.

Hindi ko alam kung may pagkakataon
Na magkatotoo ang aking mga ilusyon,
Pero tandaan mo sadyang mahal kita
Sa puso't isip ko tunay na nag - iisa !

Weave me blue blanket of lies
Made from young virtuous lamb,
Forevermore, my comfort to keep.
Diminutive truths bearing no power
Mixed within sweet fallacy threads
Create this masterpiece I hold so dear.
Chamomile brewing late into the night,
Screaming black kettle boils over the edge
And sizzling snaps trail quickly after.
Duvet released my hand reaches forth,
Blindly scraping left arm on hot stove.
Howls, yelps, screeches of pain fly out my lungs,
Loud enough for Lupa, Achos, and Ania
To gaily dance amidst- my guttural cries as melody.
Ice pressed against my torrid flesh
I grasp the blue cloth of lambskin,
My defense against harsh actuality.
Fraudulent bliss a path often chosen,
Tis the blind man's way of life,
So a blind man is what I shall be.