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Every breath, a whispered prayer,
In silent winds, I find You there.
Each heartbeat drums a sacred song,
Through fear and night, You lead me on.

When shadows fall and feet grow weak,
Your steady hand is all I seek.
Through breath and beat, through dark and light,
I walk by faith, not by sight.
In nature's math, the seasons turn,  
From green to gold, and blue we yearn.  
With science as our guide,  
Through time, we glide,  
Embracing changes we all discern.
how nature and time constantly change, like the turning of seasons. With the help of science, we understand and accept these changes as a natural part of life.
In the stillness of long, lonely nights,  
Love's shadow dances, dimming the lights.  
A kiss once so sweet,  
Now a bittersweet feat,  
As I dream of you, missing the heights.
Broken wings of anger
Spirit covered with hate
Burning eyes slain with curses
His harp that once sounded with praises
Vanished and moaning in pain

Paint vanity while grieving
Burning the flesh with his own
The moon freezes with his voice
Remembering the night of his fall
When faceless god saw him and call

I shall give you the world
The weakness of my mortals
With fear and pain savor their flesh
Succumb their crafts to rest

Scorching fire curtains the tears
Oh his silent tears
The sacrifice of losing home
Follow the hands who made your soul
Let go of the will act the scroll
His heart was breaking when he look his fall
When faceless go saw him and call

I shall give you the hands
To punish and bend
Disguise beauty, seal despair
Lead my picturesque destruction
Till they seek my heavenly salvation

Sitting and listening
His harp sounding light
He knew echoed footsteps call
Faceless god would vanish his soul
The blessed night of his fall....
2010
Sa mata ng mundo, ako'y laging sala,
Kahit tumahimik, mali pa rin pala.
Kaya't sa gabi, bote ang kasama,
Doon lang natagpuan ang tamang tala.

Ang tinig ng basag, musika sa tenga,
Mas tapat sa halakhak ng huwad na swerte.
Kung bawat pagkakamali'y hatol ng madla,
E di magpakasama, may tama rin 'di ba?

Sa bawat lagok, may lihim na dasal,
Na sana'y sa dulo, may saysay ang asal.
Kung mali man sa araw, sa gabi'y ako'y tama,
Dahil sa alak, may silbi ang drama.
The night holds secrets at the tip of a flame,
a silent fire, a kiss without name.
A leaf of cloud, I bind with breath,
devoured by ember, then danced with death.

I lit a prayer at the edge of reason,
star-scented whispers in midnight season.
The wind tastes like questions, half-formed,
like the bite of a thought that's weather-worn.

The world hums slow in a spiraled trance,
as if time forgot how to advance.
Here, between smoke and subtle dismay,
my soul lies folded in fading gray.

This fire was never meant to destroy—
but to cradle the dark, not shatter the joy.
A candle from east inside the skull,
a fleeting heaven in a quiet hell.
Sa dilim ng silid, tahimik ang gabi,
may kandilang baliktad, sindi sa labi.
Ginintuang dahon, galing sa gubat,
hinog sa sikat, sa palad pumapat.

Lumilipad ang ulap sa loob ng bungo,
hangin na may halakhak ng panibagong mundo.
Mata’y naglalakbay sa gitna ng walang daan,
habang ang oras ay natutunaw sa kawalan.

May bulong sa hangin, tunog ay musika,
bituin ay sumasayaw sa sariling eskima.
Di lahat ng apoy ay may layong sunugin,
minsan ito’y gabay para di maligaw sa dilim.
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