I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

I want you
I need you
Gotta have you
Taste you
Feel you
Touch you, ah
So hot, so warm
Ouch burns so bad
So good, no bad
Bad? Can’t want you
Don’t need you
Replace you
Pain
Is
Weakness
Weakness
Leaving the body
No wait, wait
Hold on, no
Don’t leave me
Shield me
Hide me
Love me
Want me
Stop, stop
Don’t touch me
Don’t call me
Don’t say my name
Like that, no don’t
Can’t need you
Please leave you
Hot and cold
So quickly, stinging
Skin, hurting so
Can’t, can? no
Headaches, tossing
Throbbing heart
Tension of opposites
Ripping me apart

The Everyday Man where does he stand
in this foreign land, no where it seems.
His mind possibley bursting at its seams.
Wandering, waiting, watching for an opportunity
one to express himself to the people of the world
show his true nature, his true intellect
Chances pass and will is lost
the urge to be unique and special forever past.
We must guide this man, take him by the hand
lead the everyday man
towards progression, towards satisfaction, towards a renowned pride.
Take the Everyday Man away from such crowded solitude
and into the narrow streets of creativity and progress.

Do I dare disturb the universe;
this mellow sun warmed rock
upon which you sit
green scaly lizard,
teeny puke green dragon.
I'll bash you with a cactus,
rip off its skin and scratch you,
but squeeze the honeydew insides
into my desert dry mouth.

Translation follows

mahal kong tequila,
iniibig kita.
ako'y pinakamaligaya
kapag kasama ka.

at sa 'yong piling
ako'y nahuhumaling
walang ibang hinihiling,
wala ring nagsisinungaling.

mahal kong tequila,
mahal ka ngang talaga.
kung ika'y naging mura,
pagkain ka ng masa.

dahil sa 'yong piling
wala nang problema
calamansi at asin
ang tanging kasama.

masarap pa siguro
kung boyfriend kita.
aba, Jose Cuervo..
ang ganda pa sa mata!

Rough translation:

My beloved tequila
I love you.
I am happiest
In your company.

In your embrace
I find extreme closeness appealing
No more requests,
No one lies.

My beloved tequila
I've paid for so dear.
If you'd have been cheaper,
The masses would cheer.

Because in your embrace
Problems are no more
Lime and salt
Are our only companions.

It would be a treat
If you'd be my boyfriend.
Hmm, Jose Cuervo..
The name fits!

As I sat on the backseat of your sister's car,
I knew.
I knew then that it would be the last
Of the unknown that I
Have cherished and loathed
For the longest time.

As I closed my eyes I
Wondered then,
Which one of them was going to fill me in
On what has been going on on
The other side
After all these years?

Father, you left me when I was five
But I couldn't do anything.
You seemed to forget that you had a daughter
But I couldn't do anything.
I searched for you through Friendster
through Facebook
even MySpace
But you wouldn't do anything.
I couldn't do anything.

As I sat on the backseat of your sister's car
About to meet you finally after all these long years
I couldn't do anything.

Had you rejected me
It would have been better
I could have gone crazy and screamed and thrashed and left
But you didn't do that sort of thing.

You hugged me
Along with everyone in the family
Even GrandMama cried as she hugged me
Twas as if the hugs could make up for the years
That went on by
Without you.

I did not grow up on hugs and
Kisses.
I seemed content in the berth of personal space
****** upon me at birth.

But then
Each and everyone of you was a
Hugger. And
I couldn't do anything.

I am not an angry mass of hate
And malevolence.
Gone were the days when
I had wished for your demise.

If anything,
I feared that I wasn't strong enough
For this. But
I couldn't do anything.