You were there in the driver's seat of memories,
Inching your way through the roads and side streets of life,
Through laughters and chaos and the dull traffic lights.
Witness to the rising and falling of the heavens,
And ears to the after-midnight realizations of men.
Radiant in your losing and finding,
The transient souls passing the doors of your wakeness.
And the sun and rain and hail and the gusts of wind never breaks,
The soul that keeps you alive O' old glory.
Now, as the moments pass from finitude into infinity
When the frantic going turns into a deep peaceful sleep,
May your twilight be as colorful as the red sun's mirage over the horizon,
And may your dreams be as animated as your waking life!

For what is life but a series of comings and goings
The burying of bones and its exhumation
Forgetting and remembering
A regurgitation of the past, the present its mirror and
A future that is a longing for something that might be
A repetition of the summer and rainy days of youth,
But each repetition the sun blazes much brighter and hotter
And the rains bellowing and wheezing,
Its torrents ever more increasing
Like the angry hand on a dull knife
Cutting frantically onto the thawed piece of flesh
Frustrated and annoyed and tired and weary
Hinged onto the surrender into the absurd
A descend into chaos and a ladder back
To the somber and profound certainty of the eternal.

In my search for the serene quietude of dawn
To warm with embers the cold rivers of my soul
I have forsaken your dark shores
Rising and gliding above the hills and mountains
In the swiftest speed I roared

But a giant realization had snatched me
From the mountainous caverns of solitude
Indeed as I have always known, it is
Inside the warmth of your animated splendor
With impassioned ears, I listened to
The sweet cacophonies of jeepneys roaring
In your busy streets, and the hawkers hawking
Along the sidewalks and sidestreets of life
Hustling under the red skies of your twilight

I am alive, and you are alive
Amidst the death that pervades the air
And the disquiet of the surrounding chaos
Like a dark ominous fog that rises into the stars  
Destroying the holiness of dreams

Life, life, life! I screamed into the depths of your bay
Hoping to dredge from the red waters, the long gone
Where tattered dreams where made anew
Woven from the silken threads of sleep
Birthed by the once glorious rising of the sun

We are alive, we want you alive
And with our heft, we will raise our fists
We will break the locked doors of heaven
To drag out the kings to hell
And sentence them to the nothingness

We will dance, like the galaxies
Hammering and pounding the ground
Shattering the yokes of cerebral slumber
To ignite the furnaces of life
And start anew a fire that would burn
To bring the light through the everlasting dark!

Your words haunt me,
Like Yolanda's frantic dance
Before it hits the pitiful slumber
Of government help
A doom violently shaking
The rafters and foundations
Uprooting the byzantine roots of sanity
With torrents gushing from the
Oceanic abyss into the shores
Of the mighty gates of inhibition

Your words haunt me,
Like the wrath of the onset of sleep
While reading Machiavelli and
Listening to jazz blasting through my ears
Inside the libraries of drunkenness
Where dreams are unpleasant
And harrowing in the hazing wind
Flailing rocks at the conscious
Mumbling cracks off the wall
Set up by the guards of the crazy
Crazy spiraling imagination

Now the world screams from all sides
Confusing and silencing the weary
Into a deathly ephemeral sobriety
Fleeting steadily to relapse

The giant slowly crumbles
Against the persistent rot of time
The wind sweeping him off his feet
Flying him straight down to eternity

Here I go! He shouts to the heavens
As he shoots down into singularity

When ideas fall like leaves
Crumbling like broken transcripts
Slowly drifting away in the wind
Uninspired and daunted
By the momentous synapses of time
I gaze down to the vast gaping chasm with laborious stoicism
Waiting, persevering, thinking
Crushing the pikemen of nihilism
With a thousand determined dragoons
Pining for the imperial plunder of thoughts
And the surrender of the imagination to the pen

When words are not enough
To express our anger and disgust;
When no words profound
Can unriddle the inescapable secrecy
Of our grief and sorrow
Perpetrated by the unjust;
When meter and rhyme
Devolves into illiterate cacophonies;
When our voices are lost in the byzantine corridors of the abyss;
When our crystalline tears that pierces the sacred ground does not nourish life;
Then our actions must remain true
As conduits of our truths, our emotions, and our insatiable passion to live and breathe the same august air, and share the bounty of the sacred soil and seas;
To collectively enjoy the warmth of the flames as it slowly devours the firewood
Crackling in the serene silence of the long night;
When words are not enough then may this eternal dance keep the bonfire of life burning through the ages
Like Jupiter's raging storm,
Let the red splotches of dust be scattered through the clouds and start the clockwork of eternity, to free us and forever disquiet our hearts!