kung ang tula ay di akma
sa paksa ng may akda
ano pang talim meron ang talinghaga

kung wala nang talas sa bawat talastasan
nitong nagbabagang hidwaan ng tugmaan
sa palabigkasan ng huwarang balagtasan

meron pa nga bang halaga ang mga rima
sa tuwinang wala namang ka-eskrima
ang taludturang may tatlo-hang tugma

manapa'y pakinggan itong aking mga tagong himig
bagkos nga ako ri'y gawaran ng batikos sa aking hilig
sapagkat mayroong hiwa ang susunod kong pahiwatig

meron akong ikukuwento
mga saknong na naimbento
ito'y mula pa sa " KONTENTO "

sa una niyong bahagi
ano daw ang sinabi?
heto't muli kong ihahabi

ang hadlang at paslang
na kapwa pumailanlang
sa makatang may lalang

1) " may saboy ang liyab kapag naidadarang " (fire)
2) " sa simoy at alimuom na hindi pahaharang " (wind)
3) " anomang sisidlan, tining ay iindayog kapag umaapaw " (water)
4) " gaano man kalalim hukay, pagtapak sa lapag mababaw " (earth)

5) matapos ang pagyuko
,,,,tingalain ang Kaitaasan
....Ika-limang KONTENTO (love)
---walang hanggang mararanasan!

1) APOY
2) HANGIN
3) TUBIG
4) LUPA
5) PAG-IBIG

In the middle of the day , my thoughts of better days.
Yet realizing the truth , days of hardships can be a blessing.
That it is during those hardship days that I cling to you the most.
That during these hardships, is when I see your protection.
So yes it is better at times to have those hardships reveal you.
The Savior, Protector , and God leading me to true Salvation.
For you are my true Source to a Greater Life spent here God.
I am so thankful for you as well, as the people you place in my life.
For you all have Blessed me beyond measure, I am so Blessed.

to hold a photograph in my hand
  and believe what is presented,
  take is at it already is – why not?

if I close my mind’s shuttering eye,
will you be as candid as before?
unrestricted, unsorted from the hullaballoo,

you, freer than what is imagined, closing
in like a bullet from yesterday shot out
of the sky’s contrived clearing –

to hold a photograph in my hand
and tug closer by the mouth of the fringe
as if to pour water on a broken glass,

slithering now, a shadow of moon
at the very dull end of my cup;
you are closer than any rehearsed moment

ready to catch the inner canthus of the eye:
this relentless picture-passing, tense and
fervent, avid like bankiva to air,

water to chrysanthemum: behind thick shrub
of crepuscular, an arboreal locomotion
shatters loose, your frantic figure.

to hold a photograph in my hand
and size it down to the dimensions
of this home – there is potential in this

comparison: flaring out like smoke from
where it infinitely burns, I seek an ache
and hence place a finger to shush,

to hold this photograph in my hand
and confabulate a soft blow to the gut
and feel it realer than any dagger or berretta

held at one’s life-edge: this delusory intimation,
a slipshod work of feeling. to feel it rejoin
me somewhere I ought to be back again.

quite drunk in this evening tender with rue – there is a gentle hand
that whirls against the bougainvillea.

things remain to be constantly in the tranquil as I am not
yet shaken in my fragile frame –

the leaves rustle in the 19 degree cold moon,
the beer bottles emptied, stacked beside the receptacles.
she and I could be dead, and it took me 3 years to know this:

there is a photograph of her thrown somewhere
behind scraps of metal, caged there, like a jailbird
in a jailhouse, screaming blue against redness.

I had love, and love died.
you neither flinch nor move at the very slight of me,
passing over the porch of your reading.
the thing that once moved now festers
with stillness, and so many vibrant explosions begin in the sky
and there is nothing discernible in her abject eyes.

I remember driving past your home in front of
a little, quaint house and I swore that the even your voice
speaks to me in evenings full with the thought
of never knowing you again.

you are so real like the horse that grazes the field
underneath umbilicus of power-lines,
yet so fake and feigned like the truth that tries
to assess itself , crawling mazy back into my drunken arms
like a child startled speaking a thousand things
I have already no use for.


sometimes the sun is like a house on fire.
sometimes the simmer of onion smells like ******.
most of the time, the look on my face, half-drunk and half-believing,
looks like a night distilled and fractured by voices.

I will never ask for your hands to touch,
I will never ask for you body to make heat,
I will never ask for your footsteps to chime in grave music:

I have my own defeats to keep me
that way: toppled and scrounging for light.

let me be.
I have seen many warfares and not a single shot of a rifle
has broken me into the man that I once was.

I drive back to you and it is never the same:
it is banal to say that you have yourself
and I have my own, deep in study.

let us drive back to roads whetted with kisses
and from there, start to disentangle
like leaves from boughs
deep in December.

Most men run like clockwork.
Each piece is relevant to the system.
Alas, I am different.
I am a clock, like all other men,
But I am filled with broken parts:
Broken gears, broken hands,
And broken everything else.
I can no longer move forward in time
For my hands are stuck
Cursed to tell and retell one minute.

Why would the clockmaker
Turn me into a monstrosity?
Is this a punishment for my sins
Or is it a challenge I cannot win?
Am I broken to start with
Or is this a cruel joke?
I wish not to retell the same time
Because it is a time that haunts me.
A time that has brought me grief.
Fix me, so I may not be stuck.

Sabi ng mga nag dodota may 5 kailangan daw ako malaman bago mag laro
Una
Utak, kailangan gumamit ng utak para matalo mo ang mga kalaban
Pangalawa,
Diskarte, kailangan mo ng diskarte para hindi ka maisahan ng kalaban
Pangatlo,
Malawak na pag iisip, kailangan mo nito para hindi kayo magkagulo ng mga kasama mo at para manalo sa laro
Pang apat,
Pag sisikap, kailangan **** magsikap para makuha ng inaasam na pusta o panalo
Pang lima,
Disiplina, kailangan mo nito habang o bago maglaro. Kailangan mo ng disiplina kahit alam **** panalo na kayo.

Naisip ko na parang pag-ibig pala ang paglalaro ng dota. Kailangan mo gumamit ng utak kasi hindi ka pwede magpadalos dalos kailangan mo ng diskarte para makuha ang iyong inaasam asam na babae. Kailangan malawak ka mag isip para hindi kayo mag away ng mahal mo. Patawarin mo siya at patatawarin ka niya. Kailangan mo mag sikap para magtagal ang relasyon niyo na kapag nag away kayo magagawan agad ng solusyon. Magkaroon ka ng disiplina. Hindi porket pinapayagan ka sumama sa mga babae/lalake eh aabuso mo na. Wag **** kalimutan na may pinangakuan ka ng iyong pagmamahal.