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 Dec 2017 Dave Cortel
yuki
dreamers
 Dec 2017 Dave Cortel
yuki
oh the boy in yellow
little fragile fellow
dancing on top of the seats
of an empty music theater

he yearns to twirl on stage
and destroy the bars of his cage
voice so loud of joy today
he sang his heart away.
This is for the dreamers.
 Dec 2017 Dave Cortel
Nomad
Friends
 Dec 2017 Dave Cortel
Nomad
They're the ones you call
your brothers and sisters of your heart
that when people see you
they can't tear you apart.

They're the ones you call
through your best times
and through your worst
they're the ones
that's been with you
through it all.

They're the ones that have a clear shot at your back
and you sit there wondering when it'll come
that fatal blow, that vengeful attack
but just as true friends do
they'll slap you in the face
to make you wake up
to see what is true.

They'll say what needs to be said
be it words of comfort for the soul
or a harsh reality that needed to be told.

Good friends
are good for the soul
take heed good advice
lest you pay the toll.
I want to be the richest person in the world,
Not in terms of money
But in love.
For money can nurture lust,
But love kindles benevolence.
Money can sow seeds of hatred,
But love reaps peace.
Money can build walls,
But love unites distinct.
Money brings solitude,
But love gives company.
Being rich would buy me fake respect,
But elite heart would keep me alive within heart of every individual.
Money can buy anything in this world but it can't give you eternal joy and peace.
Bleeding gums
Drowning in the sweetest of taste's
You're everything that my dentist hates
Brace for the feeling
Of teeth falling out of place
Forever waiting on loves sweet grace
Something that no one eles can replicate
Counterbalance and cleanse the palate
Help me disengage from the kiss of a snake
And the blood raining down my face
Clotting in your name
Because this is loves true kiss
A feeling of bliss
I could never get anywhere eles
Stop
Trying
To make it look
Like
Love
You're hurting yourself, baby girl
Para sa Gobyerno:

Walang halaga ng pintura
Ang kayang takpan
Ng kalagayan ng inang bayan.

Walang halaga ng tamis ng mga pangako mo ang kayang
Magpakalimot ng mga
Kalapastanganan na ginawa mo sa kaniya.

Para ka lang isang puta,
Na Nag nagsabi akoy iyong mahal,
Pero pag gising sa umaga
Wala ka na.

Iniwan mo lang akong
Umaasa na tayo'y
Magkakaroon ng magandang kinabukasan.

Pero wala.

Akoy' niloko mo lang,
At pinagpalit sa iyong kabit,
Ang pera.

Ikay' walang ginawa
Kung hindi gahasain
Ang walang laban na
Bansa.

Siya ay Ibinugaw mo sa iyong mga kaibigan,
Kapalit ang kakaonting piraso ng pilak para makamit ang
Panandaliang kapayapaan.

Siya ay hinalikan mo sa pisngi,
Sabay tinraydor ng tulad ng nangyari kay Cristo.

Parang awa mo na.
Umayos ka na.


Para sa kabataan*:

Ilang
Rizal, Bonifacio, Luna,
Ang kelangan isakripisyo
Para lang
Magising ka
Sa masakit na katotohanan?

Ilang rebolusyon pa ang kelangan
Mangyari
Para ikay tumayo
Sa iyong trono
At gumawa ng pagbabago

Ilang buhay pa ba
Ang kailangan ialay
Upang ikay
Maistorbo sa  
Pagdudot ng iyong telepono.

Parati mo nalang sinasabi,
Na wala ng pag-asa,
At kahit anong gawin natin,
Hinding hindi na kailan mag babago ang lugar na to'

Ikaw pa ang may ganang mag reklamo,
Tungkol sa mga perwisyo
Na naidudulot sayo,
Ng mga opisyal,
Na nakaluklok sa puwesto.

Maawa ka naman sa kaniya,
Nanglilimos siya ng pag mamahal
sa sarili niyang
lupa*.

Kaya may tanong ako sayo,
Sa inyo.


Ayaw mo ang nakikita mo?
Edi, baguhin mo.
A poem written for AComm's Vocal Youth. My thoughts about the government and the youth.
The Philippines have been personified as an abused wife and the government as an abusive partner.
 Dec 2017 Dave Cortel
Jes
Reunion
 Dec 2017 Dave Cortel
Jes
a kiss like goodbye
swallow the black sand beaches—
may we meet again
 Dec 2017 Dave Cortel
Solomon
Three angels came to greet me,
They said they seek for a friend to be,
First is the Angel of Death,
whom I befriended with,
Now my soul would be reaped with care,
Second is the Angel of Sorrow,
whom I befriended with,
To accompany me on a blue day,
Third is the Angel of Love,
whom I befriended with not,
For love only hurt,So I wouldn't dare.
Love hurts.A lot.
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