Politics is a shelter
For warheads within the weather
Living for the money of wither
Greed, not necessity, that lever

Not for every case
But abundant in place
Ages and eras, only could we erase
Partly true without trace

For we never learned
Histories we've earned
Families were churned
Into butter for those who are not truly earn

They call me gay, which I cannot defy,

They call me *****, because I am just shy,

They accuse me of lying, for the reason that I do not pry,

They call me unusual, for not wanting to tap that girl of guy.

Maybe I am waiting for someone that I once knew,

That person whose name, I don't even have a clue,

But I know she is waiting for someone blue,

Not sad but one who just sticks like glue,

We maybe apart but I bet that you're waiting too,

You're face and feel I do know, that you,

But when we meet I am sure it's true,

That you and I just feel the same way too.

One more time let's do it right,

One more minute let's make the night,

One more hit let's make if bright,

One more bite let's take the flight,

One more smile let's do it tonight.

The rising of the heat,
The falling of the beat,
The leading of the need,
The tailing of defeat.

The memory of this,
Content was amiss,
You urge of my twist,
Again you folly me to mist.

How can I forget,
Your longer lived regret,
What I thought was best,
Could only hurt my chest.

If the Earth is dying,
Is it weird that everything else is dying too?

I dream of you,
Rude and unkind,
I wish to help but it seems that it rewinds,
Is there really getting through the mind?

My eyes are black and blind,
The rage is with the red of hue,
Turns to blood without a cue,
It makes me tear for it might be true.

The dreams of new,
Can it reveal what is behind?
Or are you trying to remind?
Is he a big facade that created the blind?

I see you looking,
I see you staring,
I see you glaring,
I see you guessing.

Can you see me standing?
Can you see me sitting?
Can you see me smiling?
Can you see me crying?

Do I look like I'm begging?
Do I look like I'm asking?

For what?

Do I look like I'm suffering?
Do I look like I'm dying?

From what?

Can you turn it down,
My sight is turning deaf,
The sharpness echoing through town.
I can see you churn theft.

I can't deny,
Because there is a lie,
Then the other is dry,
A truth that cannot die.

Why is he so flat.

Wet as a paper in July.

Can you even right on this cat?

I can't feel anything when I'm near.

It's like he is covered by the most gigantic hat.

I've heard he really cannot be bought.

Weird like a nomadic owl or bat.

But I bet he's just so blind.

So where is he at?

Mga punong nagtataasan, mga katawang nangingitim.
Hibla dati sa kahoy ngayo'y sa bato nagbibitin.
Ang tangkad mo ay laging masarap gawing lilim.
Mula noon hanggang ngayo'y di ako makapagpasalin,
Ng mga kasalanan, kahit na iyon ang iyong kinain.
Matagal na ang huling pagsala ko sa kanyang bituin.
Baka't hindi ko na ito kailangang damdamin.
Dahil tila nagkukulang na ang iyong hangin.

Mga dahon **** lapad at kumikinang.
Nanalamin sa lahat ng aninong dumadaan.
Nagpapabahay parin sa iba't-ibang nilalang.
May mararahas. tahimik, at mapaggalang.
Parang ang nagbabagong kulay ng mga bunga **** nakahalang.
May gamot at may lason, pero mayroong pagkaing pang-ahon.
Mayroong pabaon ngunit parang ikaw na ang unti-unting lumalamon.

Umuusbong na mga panahon.
Nakita na ang bukas ay ang kahapon.
Kitang-kita ang daloy ng alon.
Nadating ika'y mahinahon.
Ngayo'y ika'y tagahamon.
Nag-iipon ng lakas at laman.
Habang nagtatapon na ng basura't mangmang.

Trees that are rising, with trunks fading to black,
Before you were woven from wood, now of the rocks that crack.
With you standing tall, and always the shade to rest my back.
From then til' today I could never repack,
All the sins, that you devour on track.
Since long I have not wronged by the stars of that song.
Maybe I should numb what was strong,
Because the silence of your breath becomes flat.

With leaves of wide shape and shining colour.
Reflecting the shadows and its silhouettes.
Home to different creature of its lore.
The furious, silent, and respectful.
Like the ever changing skins of your growing fruits.
From remedies, poisons, and delicacies just to fill.
Giving abundances of gifts but nonetheless it is you who takes it.

Time moves forward,
It is seen that yesterday is tomorrow,
The ebb and flow is very evident,
What was calm,
Turbulently testing today,
Gathering all its forces,
While throwing what is wasteful and foolish.

Here is my knife, my scalpel to be exact.
There is your body, your torso in the act.
To slice in the midst, and the sieves on your wrist.

Some want you whole, but I feed on the soul.
Your temple is numb, the reason why I succumb,
To the play of lies, and its mysterious ties.

Yet I keep my self sane, and trying without vain,
I just wish that the windows wouldn't pain.
But I see the tears rushing down like rain.

It cracks me up, in a bad bat of a pup.

Why you place your mask, and leave the trash in my cask.
It keeps me asking why, without a mind to give,
Advantage over the shy, which the latter is how I live.

Your game of tag I am no less than glad.
That it is done, in the hopes of a gun.
To the sky it will turn red.
A shot like a bird it will run, aimed highly at the sun.
Until we both are bled, to the ground each will be wed.

Memories, of jealousies, and fallacies, in front of me.
Entropy, with charity, dashed with clarity, in front of me.
Realities, to hypocrisies, that change intimacies, in front of me.
Serenity, steps callously, with tomorrow's canopy, in front of me.
Entities, with blasphemies, understate authorities, in front of me.

There it goes, wonder of woes,
There we go, stretch out your toe,
There to fly, intrinsic and dry,
There for rye, energy for sky.

Then it runs, evading the stun,
Then the fun, around it has spun,
Then you shout, just without pout,
Then its stout, the heart without doubt.

After it comes,
The weight of the sums,
Will you fight,
That lazy blight,
Or will you sleep,
Right now so deep,
Let go of all,
And make a stall.

This is the challenge,
Day in and day out.
How do they manage,
Within the redoubt.

The stream goes up, the tears come down.
The fears they clump, they shake and drown.
But thrill uplifts, it wakes and sticks.

For if time could, stay, still, today.
One moment we sway, another we slay.
The road is made, with pain it shall fade.

We choose, we lose, we cruise, we abuse.
The feelings of truth could they lie to you?
O, sweet friend, just keep your hue.

Blue, the colour of you.
Blue, the time to undo.
Blue, the life that you move.