NOTE: FOREIGN LANGUAGES USE



PAG-MATA!

NINDUT IKA PA SIGARBO!

MAKA ANINDOT SA MATA!

KABAG-UHAN OR KAGAGUHAN!

RESPETO SA TANAN

KAY TINUOD MAN!



SA LUNGSOD NGA NAG MATA

LUYO SA TUMANG KALISUD!

GE RESPITO KO MATAG USA

ISIP USA KA KATUNGOD

O PRENSIPYO




MY WIFE AND I GIVE THREE YEARS

FOR THE DEPED DAVAO DE ORO

FOR CREDENTIALS MEANS.

WHAT MAKE SENSE?

WHEN DEPED DAVAO DE ORO

OFFICIAL ARE FOR A CENTS?





KINSA ANG NIDATO?

KINSA TIYAN NAG KUTOY?

*

MAKAON BA ANG KANINDUT?

IKA PASIGARBO BA ANG KADAKO SA DALAN?

KUNG ANG MGA MAG -UUMA ,

NAG LISUD UG GINANSIYA?



PASABTA DAW KO?

O PASABTA ANG MGA TAO?

KAY SA KARON DELI ,

PA MAN NA SILA, KRIMIAL!

*

KINSA ANG NIDATO?!

KINSA ANG TIYAN NGA NAG KUTOY?!

*

WHAT'S FOR IN A SO CALLED PROGRESSIVE STATES?
WHEN THERE IS AN " EMPTY -STOMACH"


I AM SIR DAVID VLADIMIR,

NAGA INGON KA NINYO...

PAG-MATA!

O PIKAT NINYONG MGA

NAG PADALA!

My brothers,
buy your golds!


My sisters,
do the house keeping!


And we both learned,
to buried our, PAST!


Note: You becomes, by not just your own means!

When you scale –up
someone, does it makes you
feel better.

Ye, not learned enough,
great journey, lie behind us
in time.

Am, I~ worth nothing,
Then? Is there is no truth~
Of IID.

Thus, what Credence,
do you have?
When, we row,
not the same boat.

May we bring,
Thy, Master Glory Always!

YOU ARE
OLD ENOUGH !


CAN'T WALTZ
WITH YOU


LET CHAT TOGETHER THEN,
IN, FACT WE BOTH LOST

LOST ENOUGH,
LOST ENOUGH,
THEN!

HAVE I NOT CALLED YOU?


IT'S AN EXHAUSTING,

SOME ARE SO, TROUBLED SOME.


REST,

REST,

REST,  WE ARE TIRED ENOUGH THEN.


EVEN, IF

I KNOW THE  SONG'S

AND SOME RHYTHM

WITHIN,



I CHOOSE REST,

REST,

COS', WHEN WE ARE AWAKEN

I WANTED TO EMBRACE YOU.

NOW, COULD YOU REST ON ME,

HOPE I CAN REST TO YOU

ALSO IN YOUR DEAR

ARMS.


LET US REST TOGETHER!

THANKS TO YOUR
SUPPORT
FOR THE GRADUATES
OF DAVAO DE ORO EDUCATORS.

"SA INYONG PAGTABANG
SA MGA NAG LISUD MAG~APPLY
UG TEACHING PROFESSION
SA DEPED-ED DAVAO DE ORO  (Division Office)."
(**mix with foreign language)



IT PLEASES US ENOUGH.!
THANKS TO SEC. LEONOR BRIONES
MY SINCERE RESPECT TO YOU
AS MOTHER OF PRESENT
SYSTEM OF EDUCATIONS!

SALUTE FOR GREEN BROTHERS & SISTERS!
& SIR DAVID VLADIMIR

A LAND OF HONEYED-PRAISES,
FULL OF ARROGANT AND PRIDE,
MALIGNANT ONE's,
WITH AN UNCURED~ CANCERS.


A WORDS AND PHRASES
FOR THOSE WHO LOST IT'S SENSE
IN PUBLIC ~SERVICE.
IT'S NOT YOU?
REALLY?

HA!

PHILOSOPHY DOCTOR?
MASTER OF EDUCATION?
MASTER OF PUBLIC SERVICE?
YOUR PORTRAIT HANG ON THE WALLS!


NOT ONE!
NOT TWO!
NOT THREE!
REALLY?
BUT HOW MANY ARE YOU?


MORE PEOPLE, YOUR CONSTITUENT
HAD ALL A DECADES OF
BROKEN~ DREAMS,
THAT SHATTERED  INTO PIECES
THEIRS TEARS? IS NOT ENOUGH ...
TO FILL UP YOUR CUPS,
AND EVEN CAN'T  ADD UP
YOUR HUNGRY PORSCHE WALLET!


EDUCATIONS MAKES SENSE
RIGHT! CAN'T ARGUE WITH YOU THEN...,
BUT IT ALSO MAKES YOUR FACE~CENTS.
A NECKLACE OF YOU PRIDE,
MY DEAR, DEPED
DAVAO DE ORO EDUCATORS. (Division Office)



OH~SILENT AND ARROGANT
WHY? YOU PERMIT THE BROKEN~CULTURES
EVEN THE TOXIC, GO FAR BEYOND MY LINES.
SORRY, I FORGOT AM NOT A LICENCE, POET.
DID I NEED TO GET ONE?
OR TO PAY YOUR HUNGRY PORSCHE WALLET!


O'  COMO'N
SORRY DEAR MAAM, AND SIR's
I LOST MY APPETITE FOR GRAMMARS,
SA , BISYA PA "TULA NI OR DELI"
TO, MY  DEAR READER
"NATIVE LANGUAGE"


DEPED~DAVAO DE ORO (Division Office)
O~ DEAR INSTITUTION
THANKS FOR EDUCATING US
FOR ME TO LEARNED
ENGLISH FOR A WHILE


AH, NOW YOU AWAKEN ME,
OH, MY SENSE OF CAPTIVITY.
THIS, UNJUST INSTITUTIONS
CAUSED VEXATIONS
TO YOUR DEAR GRADUATES,
AND THOSE SPIRITED~ONES.


DEPED ~ DAVAO DE ORO (Division Office)
ARE YOU AN INSTITUTION OF
UNJUST & UNWISE
GIVING BREED OF CENTS~EDUCATORS?
AH, SORRY, IT HARD TO GIVE THE WORDS
SENSE, OF YOUR INSTITUTION.


DEPED~ DAVAO DE ORO
YOU LOST YOUR WAYS
YOUR MASTER DEGREE's & PHD's
EVEN BLOWN ~UP WIDE.
SIDE -BY-SIDE!


OH~STUPID THINGS
AND THE ARROGANT's
WRITTEN IN THE HISTORY!
YOU CAN FIND THEIR NAME's
IN THE HALLWAY OF GALLERY


AH, COMO'N
THIS IS NOT A POET
OR  A SONG EITHER.
WHAT's, IS THIS?!


SORRY, MATE....
THIS IS PART OF ME,
WHO HAVE LOST AND WANDERED.
REALLY?
ABOUT WHAT?
FOR THE DEPED~ DAVAO DE ORO  (Division Office)
WHERE? &  WHAT COUNTRY MATE?
IN THE PHILIPPINES, MATE.


WHAT NOW, MATE?
JUST NOTHING.
JUST, A HELL OF ONE PROVINCE MATE.
GOOD TO KNOWS,
FOR THEIR *******, MATE.

YOU KNOW,  MATE?
WHAT?
SEC.  LEONOR BRIONES
IS ONE OF OUR COUNTRY BEST EDUCATOR.
THE WISE~LADY MATE?
YOU RIGHT, MATE!
HOPE, SHE VETTED.

Awake,

Awake,

Found,

Good~things then,

under the sun!

Faith~

king without a kingdom’s
ranked without a general
lost in the dusks, shattered, and bleed
yet, captivated by Thy, light….

stupid at sometimes, but not a fool’s
not a soldiers, but with an army’s
a country boy, with no boundary’s

O ~ Faith.
an ancient of unfinished~ .., yet, useful
Nothing’s, but Have’s!

Sometimes
it's hard
to find....

words
to creates...

phrases
to write...

insights
to ponder...

yet, founded
by ...


LETTERS OF YOU.....

A words  just of my own?

Or a world inside,

to mines on?


A phrases on my own?

Or just a place,

to rest in time?

I maybe not a poet.

I maybe not a good writer.

My words and grammar

maybe out of place ,

on a crooked space,

sometimes.


Asking my self at sometimes,

to keep things through, or not!

Yet, some pieces of my songs I wrote.

It gives me wings to fly.

To keep yearning, and

to ears for words.



As it becomes spatial place

of reality

and as a resting place of mind.

Those poems

that penned down,

under the sun,

moon

and stars.

Some turns to reality

and some awaits

its time.



To wander at sometimes,

when somethings comes around inside.

And the soul to wonder,

for its world inside.



So, maybe little,

but enough!

So, maybe not good,

but useful!


Perhaps,  perhaps, perhaps...!

MAYBE....

Let thou, my feet learned
To dance in the desert

And thou, my mouth comprehend
To sing in the waves and storm

Thou, consumes my soul
Unbroken in the derecho

Thou, my unrighteousness and shame
In Thee, be cleanse and heal in time

Thou, am not good enough
Lit the best part of me

Oh, my silence speaks before me
And, in Thee, I give my peace

Thus, the weakness of my soul
Thou, i find strength, in Thee.

(need to conceal from the view )


(more of complexity)




So, when the KNOWLEDGE of NOTHING  becomes~

E V E R Y T H I N G !

there is no brokenness
just of spatial time...

to reminiscent ,
to revive,
to be ,

found selflessness.


with beauty,
with pride,
of faith,
and love.


So, this separation means.

no words
can cover one's stupidity
and foolishness,
each take's  its cups


no good words
to clothes or mask a man
of unbecoming
toward others


every falls
that seek's in ~Thee
upon God mercy and just
we can go through
the Grace of time.

agood of me
and a bad side
well, no one is perfect
rigth!


teased and tested
lost my sense then
found myself, alone.


soften, sometimes harden
chasing the day
yet, rest in time.

thoughts and emotions
oh~weaken soul's
stay calm, please.

Time to Wake~up
a new days find
Inside, a loving arms.

drowned
drained
unconscious...


unhealthful thoughts
weaken of flesh
tired and alone....


darkness inside
unbalance time
broken wings...


solemnity absorbed
tears inside
Thy Words, reminds.


forgiveness
of unbecoming, to you
be restoreth in time....


be renwed now
my heart and mind
knees on, THY ground.

We maybe  nothing...

For who we are along the way.....

We might shared just our thoughts....

For who we are without even a degree....

We might too futuristic.....

For we are not just  bound this time......

We even need not your  praise.....

Nor anything of  your  hand.....

You might not needs our Little-Core....



Yet, one  day......

We might  be there....

Even... and Even.....

Just Because We Care!

Unmasked the shameful thoughts
Uncovered the cosmetics shades

Before it happens, all is true
Yet, some of the ****** hands
Do some ******* rhymes, for their sake

No innocent can  be found
Land lost its seasons at sometimes
Only until the music found!

Let all those lost, rest in peace
To  find solemnity for their soul.
And for  some living who play their own tune
For you to have, golds of the dead!


Shame on you!
You may hide, but you can't run!


And for us who are awakes
Who been true  to our undertakings
To helps the  lost glory of the kingdom we loved
We can't borrows others time.


It was not  the king, who call for change
Make a great mistakes, It was whom that played with it!
Like vampires who ***** bloods, for ~
~ That Golds of the dead!


Neither, this can be true.
But you can't says,  it was wrong!
For those good lost souls' at peace...
One day, it will sings  with us, for you ~
This, Golds of the dead.!

Once young
Embraced the daylight
Falls asleep at night

Filled in days
Captivated, Awakened
and alive

Rest in tune
Yearning with love
Seasons by time

Through ~ Faith,
and Love within
a journey of a lifetime ~

BEGINS.