The Poetic Architect

The Poetic Architect Dec 2022

Vaccine

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Nanginginig ka
Tila ba ayaw mo Akong pagmasdan.
Hindi ko mawari ang nasasakupan
Ng iyong isipan.

Sa aking paglapit
Ay kusa kitang hahagkan.
O, wag ka nang mangamba pa
Pagkat kirot ay pansamantala.

Baunin mo ang aking liham
Na iniukit ko sa’yong katauhan.
At wag **** isiping
Ang pait na iyong sinapit
Ay walang mabuting kapalit.

Magbilang ka ng mga araw pa
At ang nararanasan mo ngayon
Ay kusa mo nang maiintindihan ang dahilan.
Mamuhay ka ng may galak,
Mamuhay ka pagkat ako’y lilisan na.

#dog #bite #hurt #pain

The Poetic Architect Nov 2022

Blazing Passion

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Balikan natin ang mga pahina ng kasaysayan
Bagamat may iilang tekstong isinawalang-bahala na.
Mga pahinang hindi na nagawaran
Ng konkretong kalinawagan
Bunsod sa kusang pagpapasakop natin
Sa mga banyagang hayagang dumidikta
Sa ating kultura maging adhikain.

Hindi man natin nalimot
Na tayo’y minsang nakipisan sa mga bahay kubo,
Tayo pa rin ay tumawid sa lubid ng kamangmangan —
Ilang ulit na‘t tila ba hindi na tayo natuto sa mga kamalian ng nakaraan
Hindi lang tayo basta nabitag,
Bagkus rehas ay atin pang ipinagtibay.

Oo, tayo lang naman ang bumihag sa ating mga sarili
Kusang sumiping at nagpatali
Hanggang huli na nang mamalayang
Hirap na pala tayong kumawala
Sa mga buhol na tayo mismo ang may sulsi.

Iniibig natin ang Pilipinas gamit ang ating bibig
Ngunit ang bandilang ating iwinawagayway
Ay hindi na pala ang sariling atin.
Hindi masamang makisabay sa uso
Ngunit wag nating kaligtaan na tayo’y mga Anak ng Bayan.

Hindi rin mainam na tayo’y magpasakop
Sa samu’t saring ideolohiyang inihahain sa atin.
Pagkat hindi porket nasa hapag na’y
Ito’y para sa ating upang nanamnamin.
Wag kang hangal, Inang Bayan!

Isinisiwalat natin na tayo’y tunay na mga kayumanggi
Gamit ang mga sandatang hiram
Ngunit sa ating pakikibaka’y
Hindi ba sapat ang ating armas
At kailangan pang umasa sa kanilang lunas?

Pluma ang naging sandata noon
Ngunit maging ang ating Bayani’y
Hinayaan na nating maging pipi.
Mga lata’y maiingay
Sa araw-araw nating pakikipagkalakal.

Kahit saan tayo sumipat,
Tayo’y natutukso pa rin —
Bumibigay at bumibitaw, nalilimot maging tapat.
Aahon nang nakapikit,
Maging lenggwahe’y pahiram na rin.

At kung tayo ang huhusga
Sa ating walang modong mga nagawa’y
Linisin natin ang sarili nating mga dumi’t
Wag nang hayaang maging pabigat sa iba.

At Bandilang ginula-gulanit
Ay sama-sama nating susulsihing muli
Nang ang mga galos ng nakaraa’y
Maging umaapaw na pabaon sa ating mga iiwan.

Sa pamamagitan ng ating pagbubuklod,
Tayo’y magiging isang buong Pamilya.
At magbabalik ang sigla
Na minsan nating hinayaang kainin ng mga bukbok
At anay ng ating pagkawatak-watak.

The Poetic Architect Nov 2022

Pipi(to) na Ngayon

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Sabihin Sa'kin ang tangan **** pangamba,
Mga alinlangan o maging pagdurusa.
At sa bawat patak ng luhang walang salita’y
Ako mismo ang marahang hahagkan Sayo —

Lalapit nang kusa’t aagapay
Kahit ako mismo ang naghihingalo.
Ihipan man ng Sandali
Ang apoy **** patay-sindi
Ay hindi magmamaliw ang pagtingin ko’t pagkabighani.

At walang ibang nanaisin
Kundi masilip ang Iyong mga ngiti —
Mga ngiti **** simula’t sapul ay nakakakiliti.
Lulan ng iyong mapupungay na mga mata
Ay ligaya sa puso Kong
Tanging ikaw ang pagsinta.

Kaya maging sa pagbilad mo sa araw ay kumikinang ka—
Nag-uumapaw ang kagandahang hindi masakit sa mata.
Sa bawat pitik ay umiindak Ka
Musika ng kahapon ay nasasapawan na
Ngunit ang sining Sayong mukha’y
Namumutawi pa rin sa pagningning.

Ikaw ata ay Bituin
At maging sa umaga’y kumikislap pa rin.
Ligaya ang makapiling Ka
Lalo pa’t ako ang napiling maging Katipan.
Ngunit sa pagkumpas nang paulit-ulit
Ng kamay ng orasan,
Paminsan ay ayaw ko nang lisanin
Ang larawan ng nakaraan.

Unti-unti akong namumulat
Buhat sa pananaginip ng gising.
Pira-pirasong alaala’y
Kusa na namang nababahiran ng dilim —
Dilim sa paningin,
Dilim na walang katapusan ang mithiin.

The Poetic Architect Nov 2022

Sheen

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You become like the Sun —
Everyone stirs up to the heartfelt rays
And the sparkling light that It conveys.
They are indebted for Its existence.

But the sun doesn't try to draw attention to Itself.
It just appears in the morning —
Giving Its warmth and light inaudibly but graciously,
And sets Its time bomb by the evening.

Then It appears the succeeding day.
Everyone goes to bed –
Always looking forward to Its reappearance.
And they are frantic every single day.

You are a light in Christ Jesus –
You have been placed in the center of the room
And on top of the hill.

Don't you use that divine position
To show off your sheen,
Or entice any attention to yourself
So people can see how bright a light you are,
Or so you can intimidate them with your glow.

Instead, let ALL your vigor appears naturally
As you come back tomorrow with no other agenda –
Except to luster for someone’s road.
Giving off that deific balminess
And sunlit to the whole world – and all creations.
Be their warmth, then call it a day.
And you’ll be glad to rest in your sleep.

As long as you remain God-centred –
Allowing Him to spring His Nature through you
Without any selfish interest as the Sun does,
Then your life is full, firm, and accomplished each day.

The Poetic Architect Nov 2022

The Face of His Own

A child was born
And he was crying
Until he heard the voice of her Mama
It was a breath that beats like his.
And for the very first time,
He looked into someone's eyes.

On the other side,
The boy heard a husky voice
With a low tone and suddenly,
It was a voice of an expert.

A loving yet not so tender like the first one.
The boy gazed at him
As he carries him
It's as if he's facing his likeness
And it's kinda weird
Having some hair on some areas of his face –
It was the first time he saw that.

The Poetic Architect Nov 2022

****** Letters (The Making of SB19)

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Brutal eyes,
Lament in the melody of hope.
Diverse imagery rolls on each soul
Defining the core of their music –
A genre that is one of a kind
With dustings of masculinity
Making a legacy for this generation.

Each voice has no nerves –
And they’re like a formless water
Searching for an everlasting container.
To showcase the exquisiteness of the Pearl,
The backbone of their glory.

At first, they find no one to understand them
Even branded with hostile names
But they never surrender their flags
And raised the Nations’ banner so high
Even if all their villains did belittle them.

Their chords were like no other –
Their skills, they never hype about
And yet both the moon and the stars
Collided for them
And now is their time!

Some say: maybe it was their destiny…
Maybe it’s just for a while.
But their passion and thirst for their craft are unrivaled –
Always exceeding their best
As if their competitor is their living mirror.

Today, even if the Sun has exposed their grandeur,
Their modesty becomes a plus factor.
The world is their stage,
While A’TIN is their steady sustenance.

They had sleepless nights before
But tenacity led them to so many doors.
Many clowns had backed down
And some even turned from villains
Into aficionados who call them their ‘masters.’

They were born to be a standard –
And they deserve mad respect from every Juan.
Coz they’re not just stars but kings of their kind,
World-class vanquishers that we all look up to!
And this is just the beginning
Of the unfolding to the world of their God-given stories!

#sb19 #ppop #pilipinas #rise #nations #worldclass #filipinos

The Poetic Architect Nov 2022

You and I (the Church)

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You and I
Are the sand and the Sea,
Multitudes are waiting for You,
We will always keep coming
Back to One another.

You and I
Are the trees of eternal spring,
We shall never leave.
Every Word You’ve spoken is worthy
And Love is never absent
And what is shared,
Never forgotten.

You and I
You’re my Groom, my Safe Place
Your vow means You’re my Rock,
By rock, You mean You’re my castle
And by Castle, You mean You’re my Treasure.

You and I
I wait for my Love
Calling out Your Name
Your beauty is perfection.
A river flows in my eyes and You wipe it away...
You remove my yoke,
Holy, Holy, Holy
Is the Lord God Almighty!

Revelation 22:1-5 (ESV)

“Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. And night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever.”

V. 7
“And behold, I am coming soon. Blessed is the one who keeps the words of the prophecy of this book.”

V.17
The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come.” And let the one who hears say, “Come.” And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who desires take the water of life without price.