You are better than the best for me,
and I'm kinda shy, so I sometimes
     walked away;
I hate the way you caught me
     staring at you,
I hate the way I looked around,
     but there's nothing I can do.

So, I wearing all my favorite gestures;
much more, I can't stop reading
     your mind:
perhaps, you're the only exception
     I include
for you are the one who turned back
     my smiles.

I hate the way I can make you laugh,
for some reasons, you might recognize
     I'm into you:
yet I hate it when most of the time,
     I hide,
so maybe you think every time
     I'm dumb and cold.

But most of all
I hate the way I don't hate hate you
not even a blink,
not even a sound,
not even a word I pronounced.

Estranging those dusts of the morn
Truth be restored; peace be reborn;
Eyes can reflect each grief and gloom,
Scrutinize me 'fore world's doom.

Ne'er build fences for your heart!
Mark my footsteps o'er my past,
Hold me nothing than your parlance
Thus, adore me — except my tongue.

For eterne time may show my lies;
Howe'er, don't mourn upon each night
Open those eyes for who I am:
Then behoove me — except my tongue.

For future may seize you to change
But my persev'rance lasts no ends;
Bestow love with mere words to drown
And cherish me — except my tongue.

You're my breath, my ears and my voice
Tho 'tis diff'cult to be your choice,
I'll exult to all things I've done
If I'll be loved — except my tongue.

Let's now take our best bib and tucker in the closet,
'Tis already Christmas time all over the earth!
Wear your smiles that could turn on the day,
Bury all the worries, and don't forget
     to kneel onto Him and pray.

Giving presence is not the essential part
     of this most-awaited holiday,
Love; the thing that should surrounds us
     on our chosen way.
And we must have to celebrate this
     with a peaceful mind and a pure heart,
For 'tis Christmas time, and there are no reasons
     to be sudden apart.

He will be here again just to be with us,
And we ought to confess all the sins
     we made through the year:
Throw your pride on the garbage can
     and blow each imperfect ash;
'Tis Christmas time, and treasure all your peers.

He's the feather in one's cap;
     He's the Light!
For with His words and doings,
     we are healed this much.
Let's jump at the chances from this season of smiles,
For 'tis Christmas time once again,
     there are no reasons to be sad.

hindi kita minahal
at sana'y 'wag **** paniwalaang
kahit minsan ma'y iniisip pa rin kita;
nanaisin pang iwanan ka't limutin ang nakaraan
samakatuwid hindi ko
gugunitain ang mayroon tayo noon
nais ko lamang na lisanin na ang mundo
ngayong wala ka na,
ako ay liligaya na ng kasintulad ng dati
papa'no pa ba kaya
mababatid mo'ng lahat ng ito
kung sa ngayong nakatago pa ang mga luha sa'yong mga mata
ngunit paalam na lang ba ang s'yang bukambibig upang
makalimutan ang iyong mga ngiti
na hindi ko
hangad na mahagkan ka sa t'wina
  (ngunit ang totoo, basahin mo mula sa ibaba)

Every insomniac night that I have been spending,
Thinking to every man who walked in the midst of darkness:
I know I'm a sinner, so I knelt without doubts to crying;
I believe to You Jesus, Your Heart is where I belong.

The rain has come, and now I'm drowning from the flood,
And the loneliness can never be stopped from changing me:
I spent all my remaining time finding for that wonderful rainbow,
But the bitter I did guess, the best thing I sought You.

I open up to the days for the reality; for the truth
For I can't find any shoulders where to lay my head.
You Heart is my Home, and to look into the skies is a proof
That even if I know I have mistakes I'm still accepted.

People are killing every moment in their lives by those lies,
To which I also committed; but I can't rely on to the price.
You've lifted me Jesus, to the highest happiness You enthroned,
And now I really sound better, for Your Heart is now my Home.

I am imprisoned by this contagious disease
Which rendered reluctance and anxieties;
Should I hang first myself upon with this
     velvet rope?
To find a distant place to forget my
     greatest lost.

No one has ever arrived in that rendezvous;
I have been entangled into this path
     I never knew,
And this world is not enough for their
     expectations:
'Tis better to banish the reality, than to see
     my imperfections.

I only have one second left to breathe,
Yet I am already dead before my death
For I have been years in this relinquishment,
In every remorseful day I have been awaken.

My name is never written on the stars
And words are the only weapons in this war,
Do I need to take the risk, to take the rest?
When I am already dead before my death.

I swam the unfathomable thoughts I heard
But still I do not understand my existence here,
Hence, even if I only have one second left
     to breathe,
I am already dead before my death.

Whispers are sometimes louder
     than screams.
Sometimes it is easy to escape
     from those rusty chains.

A step is sometimes farther
     than a thousand miles.
And tears are sometimes sweeter
     than smiles.

A day is sometimes colder
     than a night.
Sometimes it is clear to see
     when you are blind.

Words are sometimes more painful
     than a sword.
Sometimes to live longer,
     is to die first.

A river is sometimes deeper
     than any ocean.
A walk is sometimes faster
     than a run.

We may begin each chapter with cries,
     and ends up with laugh.
Well, my point of view is not that strong
     than what others have.

© 2011

The lady in red
wakes up every morning in  her bed
seizes the light of the sun
to embrace her day with fun

She changes her mind, yes!
like every girl does
but the lady in red
is now the lady in black

The lady in black
walks with her bare feet at noon
trying eliminate the past
from the tears she ever owned

She changes her mind, yes!
like every girl does
but the lady in black
is now the lady in white

The lady in white
wanders at night the world
from the zenith of her achievements
to the abyss of her downfall

She changes her mind, yes!
like every girl does
and the lady in white
is now back to be the lady in red

Love.
     Faith.
Tears.
     Quarrel.
Smiles.
     Reconciliation.
Promises.

I opened the door,
I let you in.
I showed you the real me,
I whispered all my secrets.
I flew with you,
I fell from the skies, alone.
I was mistaken,
I thought we're the best of friends.
I opened again the door,
I let you in.

© 2011

O Dearest Land!
Thou is still caged
     from everybody's tongue
No! Ev'rybody was shedding
     only crocodile tears!
Tho Thou is a butterfly
     they've ne'er perceived:

O Dearest Land!
May Thou could be freed
     to azure skies above
Ev'rybody was just pretending
     from the shadow's hands,
I would ne'er drop my weapons;
     'til this war would stop!

O Dearest Land!
Thou is a once creation,
     'tis from Thee:
Hope the rain would bring
     a clear view of the strands
For I might be dead 'fore be awaken
     in the battlefield.

O Dearest Land!
I confess all my sins
     I committed a thousand times:
Wish if i would die,
     I would be laid on peace
And to retire with Thou
     along the road of success.

I've tried
     hard
          enough to
               make her
                    realize,

                    and still
               I just can't
          be with
     her
in any
     matter
          of time...

               but now,

                    do I have
               to pursue
          what
     I feel?;

or do
     I have
          to forget
               her
                    'cause I
               always fail? ...

He said:
     "I have loved you, and now I have to confess;
     a crowded mind which is taking me to your place:
     never thought, time will never be gone to waste
     of only having been longing for your embrace."-

She said:
     *"Why? 'Twas too late for me to hear those words,
     you're so nice, yet you can't now invade my world:
     the rain has come, and washed away all my tears;
     I have now my only one, I'm complete whenever he's near."

Months later...

She said:
     "Will you come to me, and hold me tight?
     He was just a man of broken dreams to take those bites:
     I was under on his skin, but I swept the dusts away;
     so now I'm running back, back to the place I have stayed."

He said:
     "Why?'Twas too late for me to hear those words,
     you're so kind, yet you can't now invade my world:
     someone has already fixed this fragile heart of mine,
     and now, I think the only word I can say to you is goodbye."

Since I found you, my life seems too bright
My friend indeed when times I can't smile;
I reckon every paramount moment with you
And I thank God I have a friend    
     to everywhere I tried to go...

I missed every touch of your hand when you're away,
For you're the only one who understands me, anyway;
You're also the one whom I can share my problems
And I don't mind what people might say,      
     I just keep all those vain things in silence...


That was before, but now...


I thought you were just a friend,    
     a bestfriend to me
But why I feel something different    
     everytime you are near?
Is it love? Or just nothing, I guess?
Yet why my days are incomplete    
     without you around in my place?


I'm drowning in every confusion you have given,
"Is it love?" A question I can't answer,    
     or am I just pretending?
But I hope you won't be gone anytime, anywhere
For I don't want to shed even a single tear    
     because it is too late...


I was a wanderer for FRIENDSHIP,
But now I'm wandering for LOVE
And I don't want to lose this feeling anymore:
For I don't want a million folds    
     to go back being sad...

Her hair descends perfectly,
     gorgeously with the shiny sun,
And I like the way she stared at me
     in those stolen moments I held her hands:
She's in my wishlist;
     yet her mind is the thing I couldn't define:
I think I'm just starting to like her bubbly smiles...

My days are incomplete
     when I can't hear her sound,
My skies turned to gray
     when I can't see her around...
And I want her to know me
     as I know her right now,
'Cause I'm vulnerable;
     perhaps, I'm nothing for her somehow:

Yet when I find her bubbly smiles,
     things easily get exceptional
That even parallel lines intersect
     even just for a while...
Asymptotic love,
     is this happening as of this time?
But I think I'm just starting to like her bubbly smiles...

Is it affection?
     But I really mean it, it's a crush.
So how come I feel
     these feelings in a sudden rush?
I can't sleep peacefully
     when I can't dream about her,
And I can't utter words comprehensively
     whenever she is near...

I can't walk carefully
     when she passes by in front of me,
And I can't wonder thoroughly
     whenever she's just a distance away;
Is this just a hectic situation I'm at,
     or these have been such trials?
I think I'm starting to like her bubbly smiles...

And when she will perceive
     I'm into her, someday
I hope she won't becoming
     insecure being with me,
'Cause now maybe we're just friends
     living on a different isle,
I think, and will always think about her bubbly smiles...

I was here lying in the darkness and can't even walk,
Alone with nothing, just the words I can't even talk;
People left me hanging in the storm with just one hand,
I was there in the 11th hour of living to turn myself to stand—

Yet instead from running away from those giant problems,
I knelt into the ground, and it brought me up from to something—
My life is a scar; my life is a piece of scattered mistakes
But because of Him, I can hold on to someone what e'er it breaks.

In that dry ocean from the bitter spring of broken hopes,
I'm now having the real meaning of facing all the odds:
And if I'm just dreaming, I don't want anymore to wake up;
'Tis better to be blinded than to see the world with 'tis own blood.

I have the adequate reasons, for He changed the man I was—
Who was sitting only beside those wall's shadows and dusts,
With this painted Love; I've been lifted into the sky through Thy Name,
From His shoulders, the search is o'er: I found now the Effervescence.

Doing this confession that I have never done before
'cause I don't like this aching heart to be prolonged:
I know you want someone more than I have been for,
but can you even treasure something about my words?

You were just a dream, I never thought I would have;
you were just a friend and it was change to love.
I would grab the opportunity just to tell everything I'm hiding:
and the reason is that, I can't go on just pretending.

But why can't you even look straight through my eyes?
Is there anything wrong if I say all the things I lied?
'Cause you know what? I'm the happiest person to have you
so please don't run away, I'll color up your days with my rainbow.

And now, it seems different 'cause you don't feel the same way
you can't even utter just a single phrase to make it clear to me:
please don't judge me from that moment I have found you,
'cause there was nothing which motivated me to tell these to you.

I just want to be honest as I'm now reading between the lines,
and please don't run away, please just stay by my side:
I should've told you lately when it was never too late,
'cause now the time has come for us to be fluctuated.

do I have to stop now from writing poems
when my words now never wanted to rhyme at all,
when ocean was already turned into desert
when time has left me unknown and wounded,

when there's no one who melted me with love
when consequences told my mind just to stop,
when fragile promises were already broken
when the azure sky has torn out into pieces,

when lies still sound better than the truth
when this life has ever found nothing to prove,
when I'm tired for that girl I've been searching for so long;
do I have to stop now from writing poems?

All the things I understand.
I understand because I love:
I love simply because I exist,
and I exist because of you.

I understand love —
more than I understand you,
more than peace
which I have to know;
for I'm always down
to confusions at night,
from the spark of your answer
I'm wishing to ignite.

But if your heart is still blind,
I'll just wait for you
till the ravens turn to white,
till the moment the rain
will never come
for love —
love is one of the things
I understand:

I understand love the way it goes,
the time it grows,
the way it feels
and the way it shows.

I understand love the way it breaks,
the time it takes,
the way it puzzles
and the way it hurts.

And if the answer seems still unclear,
I'll still wait till it will be heard;
for I understand love —
more than other people do,
and I understand love —
because of you.

Is there someone who would
     be proud if I achieve my goals?
But how about, if I couldn't
     reach them all?
Is it still worth living when in that
     certain moment I would fail?
If this life has never been consistent,
     do I have to keep pretending
     in what I feel?

Is there someone who would cry
     for me if I lost my way?
How about being happy if I found
     the treasures in me?
Is there someone who would dare
     to catch me the time I fall?
But if this life is making me useless,
     do I have to be hanged
     from each blood-stained wall?

Is there someone who would wipe the tears,
     and would never let them return?
Someone whom I chose to conquer,
     but has never been conquered after all;
Is there still a rainbow after a rain —
     after everything has been flooded?
If this life is often so unfair,
     is there someone who would
     be my remedy for those tears?

Is there someone else who would
     throw flowers when I'm gone?
Someone who would be saving
     my last breath on happiness
     within her arms?
Is there someone who would
     see me, hear me, and love me
     though I'm not the best?
If this life has never been mine,
     do I have to take the risk
     to take the rest?

Is there a freedom for effervescence,
     and an effervescence for freedom?
Is there someone for no one,
     and no one for someone?
Is there an answer to each question
     that I could write but couldn't say?
And if this life is made to be wonderful;
     can you tell me, yes or no —
     can you tell me who are they?

Why moon is more poetic
than the sun?
When beneath in it are lovers,
walking hand in hand;

Why rain is more poetic
than a day?

I don't care —
for she'll ever be loved by me,
than myself.

Why is it so hard to read
between the lines?
Why choosing once loving arms,
saddens someone's night?

When expressing loneliness
is so much to distinguish,

I don't care —
for she'll ever be loved by me,
than myself.

Why tears are more poetic
than a thousand smiles?
When crying,

crying is the only
thing to be done,
when words left unspoken:

Why wounds heal,
but scars still remain?

I don't care —
for she'll ever be loved by me.
than myself.

Questions seeking for answers.
Answers which are lost.

And even if I can' t have it now,
I know who is my choice.

I don't want again to wander alone
in the forest,
For there's nothing more poetic
aside from loving her
than loving myself.

My weeks have been fluctuated since you were gone,
delusive questions are still thirsty for real answers.
My cries are prolonged beyond
these sweetest smiles,
and my heart beats for no one, like it never had.

The days turned cold because my arms are alone;
nothing but only you, can make me less forlorn.
I showed you diff'rent love, so unrequited
thus, 'tis my fault:
mistakes are undressed; I am lost.

'Twas just because we're becoming strangers again,
that your absence is taking me further with this pain.
I don't know how to perish sadness;
it already perished me:
and all I can do is to chase butterflies
on the isolated rain.

Truth was void, and I hope you understand,
that ev'ryone of us will be leaving from this land:
I never told you about my situation;
but belive me, my life is defined by loving you,
more than else could ever do.

May you will be moving on
because I will never be back here anymore;
and as you read this letter;
save your tears for tommorow.
My life was a journey, and you left me
along the diff'cult roads;
our love we conquered, was against all odds.

The door was closed; 'tis all set and done,
our mem'ries will be withered anyway on the ground.
and as you read this letter;
save my love for last.
Sorry and goodbye, are the best words to utter,
now that I'm already dead;
well, now that you already know what happened.
The rain was over.

Love is not love —
at first sight,
'tis ne'er love
if there are lies;
'tis neither a rainbow after each rain
nor a remedy for once yesterday's pain.

Love is not love —
with just words to express,
'tis should be drawn to actions, ne'ertheless:
'tis neither steepy mountains
to be moved
nor clouds at the azure sky above.

Love is not love —
if tears weren't shown for distances;
but being far away
  is just a matter of time:
'tis not an air that can make us breathe,
but one of the reasons
why we live.

Love is undefined —
from the absence of two hearts,
'tis should be distinguished
among all the odds;
'tis neither an ocean,
  a pearl, a sunshine
nor the dawn, the day, the night
for love — is love.

If thy love has begun, foresee but lies
It might be the ruins to things which rhyme.
Minds be awaken haply ev'ry morn
And perceive a day as if 'tis the last:
Trust thy heart to a tongue, resembles truth
Walk a road that'd ne'er lead to a lost,
And teach oneself to be freed from the scars
To forget the pain from those lonely cries.
If thy love has begun, sail through the wind
Ne'er be afraid to fall, ne'er be afraid;
Smile for happ'ness, grieve for the hard times:
Let thy love decides diff'rent kind of eyes,
For no one can resist or hide from this
Thus, if thy love has begun, accept it.

Stranger came into my nights, and changed it;
the stars shines along the eyes of the moon,
the wind blows perfectly where time meets dawn
and the seeds of thy journey grew e'en more.

This stranger showed the strands of ev'ry truth;
I could still see her between horizons:
whenever love is just, thus, love's a proof
ev'ry pain will be healed for ev'ryone.

The voice of an angel, so sweet and soft;
I fin'lly found one of those things I lost,
through the world laughed upon my countless fall
she were there to remind me of my worth.

She's the reason why sun rose inside me,
why I can still walk, though I stumbled down:
she offered love, thus, love is in return;
I never knew love until I found her.

I never knew love then, 'twas hidden
now, 'tis in my blood which runs through my veins:
for love be pured, thus, ne'er to be declined;
and only diamonds could break its kind.

We've been in each other's arms for not too long —
but long enough to know that I love you,
no more trust will be fading — I am yours
and there thy rainbow comes.

When thy ravens start to become white,
when thy morning will never bring out the light,
when our ship has already arrived to the shores —
there I'll stop from loving you.

When thy stars in the sky will never shine,
when there'll be no more words left to rhyme,
when you can't read anymore between the lines —
there I'll stop from loving you.

When you will turn into a new leaf,
when you bury to once graveyard, thy mem'ries
when you walk a million miles away from me —
there I'll stop from loving you.

When we surrendered to take the bulls by the horns,
when thy peace, never be coming back to our home
when we can't follow anymore where thy river flows —
there I'll stop from loving you.

When every diamond will be broken by gold,
when thy mountains, or thy valleys will be moved
when I'm dead, and will be withered along each road —
there I'll stop from loving you.

Thy Love is pure from Thee,
no lies, nor fears
no pain, nor tears
for His Light is the reason I can see,
for Thee is my Savior, my Shepherd.

The Love is pure from Thee,
no boundaries, nor walls
no changes, nor faults
for He showed me the Right Path to take,
for Thee is Everything in Everyday.

Thy Love is pure from Thee
no numbness, nor dumbness
no loneliness, nor sickness
for He had forgiven all my wrongs,
for Thee's Heart is what I can call my Home.

Thee loves us unconditionally.
God Bless.

Every time I looked at you, was like a glimpse of Heaven;
A voice of an angel coming from miles above
There are no days you won't crossed into my mind, I want to move on
But, how? If our both eyes met there for the very first time.

I'm trying my best to get rid from all those memories
But every time my heart took me to the place
Where all the sweetest words have already spoken by us,
My tears would only bring back yesterday
For I have given you all the love you might never had.

Love is just like a rose, always has its torn:
You stole the stars on my sky, and no one could return
And this bench witnessed how many the times I cried
For I could see you there, every time I closed my eyes.

We might not have enough past for today to remember,
But our hearts and minds might meet in the future:
And even if our story began with those tears,
We should always think that, if we are meant to be,
Tomorrow, your love will be mine, and mine will be yours forever.

I'm down to reckoning about your smiles, your laughs
And the way we used to hold each other's arms;
Yet since you're gone, there's nothing left for me but pain
And here I am, still imprisoned from the memories of this bench.

Lost,
with thy stranger in this valley of love;
we know nothing when it started
      and where the edge will be found.

Entrapped,
from thy mem’ries, but we’ve already escaped;
we hold each other’s heart and mind
      to consume the eterne time,
      with this intimacy we couldn’t e’er forget.


Wand’ring,
with thy stranger who changed my plans;
and now, if the world seems to blur,
      I’d rather to behove thy loving arms.

Trials,
sometimes could lead us to separate the walk;
but in fine of ev’ry misunderstanding,
      we could still foresee those chances
      to meet our hearts and minds at the same road.

Lessons,
as we crossed thy rivers and climbed thy peaks;
and tears, and smiles defined ev’ry chapter
      where this valley that we would take.

Estranging,
thyselves away from the woods, full of dangers;
thine eyes, was once puzzled,
      becometh our ways to be unknown:
      but still we promised, no promises shall be withered.

Forever,
might be benighted, thus, ne’er enough;
as long as we stand still
      with thy hearts and thy minds,
      we’d be together walking through this valley of love.

I, bestow this delicate heart of mine to whom
     who really deserves it,
Let thee scrutinize me, before the verge of my beloved death,
Exquisite time travels fast; no one could deliver it back, then;
Let thee compromise thy mere words uttered by my tongue.

Into the horizon, my love will intertwine joy upon
     thy cold eyes;
Confusions shall subdue through the brilliance of the light,
Thy Windows of Heaven, will unfold thy truth for myriad
     of doubts
For each hemisphere shall listen upon my countless vows.

Into the horizon, nothing can stop every step taken
     towards thee
For I, will fight even at the darkest eve on the battlefield:
Yet if I lose, I forbid not thy tears a-falling on the ground
     to heave other,
Herewith, perhaps, thee haven't seen thy rose that
     will never wither.

For I, offer thy hearth of my life to whom who never bequeaths,
Let thee displays clairvoyance for the adequate reason
     I breathe;
Yet when the golden sun already descended below
     thy wonderful horizon,
Deciphering became dreary, for soon this agony will be gone
     to emancipation.