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Three stars and a sun, in one sky, so high,
I live and die and die will I for my
Motherland this is the land of my birth,
No purse is worth the price of this earth
Can we rise, can we all, hell no!,
Or should we all just take the fall?
Bless the man if his heart and his land are one
...3 stars & a sun!
3 stars & a sun! I'm ready to defend the 3 stars & a sun!
Omission to a mission, transport for the brain,
Packed w/ stacks of tracks built for a train,
I eat lead, but I never let it be said,
"He said, she said," it makes me see red
''cause I don't take ******* & I'm 'a pack it and push it,
And hit you w/ the full clip
Switch to mode lock-'n'-load in the land of Juan
...the 3 stars & a sun!
3 stars & a sun! I'm ready to defend the 3 stars & a sun!
"Bahay kubo kahit munti, may pula,
Bughaw, dilaw, atsaka puti"
There is a need to sow the seed,
Toil the soil and plod until your hands bleed
''cause this land is sacred,
Many a battle have been fought with hatred
Don't tell me that you understand,
It's been 4 hundred years of tears
For the brown man,
Still and all the fight has just begun
...3 stars & a sun!
3 stars & a sun! I'm ready to defend the 3 stars & a sun!
This piece is not originally mine, this was composed by a deceased Filipino rapper named Francis Magalona. This is just a tribute to the guy. RIP Francis M.

"For the Philippines"

Farewell to you Master Rapper.
On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light.
In flames of death's eternal reign, we ride towards the fight.

When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough alright.
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight.

Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel through the wasteland evermore.
The scattered souls will feel the hell, bodies wasted on the shores.

On the blackest plains in hell's domain we watch them as they go.
Through the fire and pain and once again we know.

So now we fly ever free, we're free before the thunderstorm.
On towards the wilderness our quest carries on.

Far beyond the sundown.
Far beyond the moonlight.
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls.

So far away we wait for the day.
For the lives all so wasted and gone.
We feel the pain of a life time lost in a thousand days.
Through the fire and flames we carry on.

As the red day is dawning and the lightning cracks the sky.
They'll raise their hands to the heavens above with resentment in their eyes.

Running back through the mid morning light, there's a burning in my heart.
We're banished from a time in a fallen land, to a life beyond the stars.

In your darkest dreams see to believe  our destiny is time.
And endlessly we'll all be free tonight.
And on the wings of a dream so far beyond reality.
All alone in desperation, now the time has gone.

Lost inside you'll never find.
Lost within my own mind.
Day after day this misery must go on.

So far away we wait for the day.
For the lives all so wasted and gone.
We feel the pain of a life time lost in a thousand days.
Through the fire and flames we carry on.

Now here we stand with their blood on our hands.
We fought so hard, now can we understand.
I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can.
For freedom of every man.

So far away we wait for the day.
For the lives all so wasted and gone.
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days.
Through the fire and flames we carry on.
You appeared in those days when all things just seem to be in the shadows
You brought joy & happiness and swept the tears away with all the sorrows
When I thought that my life is on the roughest of all the surface
When I thought that my journey is no worth and had to end my life’s phase

You began telling me that things can be better
That is why I thought of writing you this letter
I remember those days, just a few years when you came
When you saved my existence from rising flames

I would like to tell you that knowing you was such treasure
And I could say that there is no doubt that you brought me pleasure
At first glance you had me doubtful
Not because I didn’t want to trust anybody, I was just frightful

Thank you for showing me that there is always sunrise after each day
Thank you for showing me that somehow everything is going to be okay
We had our laughs, we both shed our tears
We had best from out of nothing, you took away all of my fears

I remember each moment when we were together
I just thought it would last, and it would be forever
Then one day you never came to where we once met
That day I thought that you were somewhere else, so I waited till the sun has set

I just found out that you went away
With another, a man who was once a stray
I thought that we just had something coming between us
Something mutual and something that was just

That night I went to bed, I wasn’t able to sleep I just thought of you instead
Thought more about the days we were together and had thoughts  of why you fled
Then it came to me that I was once more alone
I will never be with another if not with you, I’d rather have a heart of stone

With every second, every minute of the hours of each passing day
I will be waiting for that tomorrow, that day that I still pray
I may have not been that much worth of a man that you came to know
Still inside I long for you, I still await for you at that place where life still flows

I just hope that someday if ever again that we meet
You would still remember the story of our love so sweet
Even if you no longer feel the same feeling that my heart beats
Even if your heart no longer remembers that mine loves you with such great feat
I am an eternal being that cannot be touched.
That goes with a saying unless you have a watch.
My seconds as I call them are my pawns.
I am the father of eternity  ever since it was spawned.

I have minutes to spare whenever I can.
My generals are called hours that everyone spends.
One of my people live in a glass.
The other walks with you in a shadowy class.

If there is forever then that would be me.
I dont change that much even if years pass indifinitely.
I reside in the present, the future and the past.
You cannot escape me no matter how you go slow or fast.

I am a father of twelve but sometimes twenty four.
I fly quick, its up to you to hate or adore.
I can be given and even be chased.
Just dont blame me if youre running late.

One of my children stays in your pocket.
Another wrapped on your wrist so please pack it.
Sometimes you see me hanging on a wall.
Some people would trick you so with me they could stall.

I can be borrowed but never be bought.
You cant change me but I can make you learn the deepest thoughts.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose ***** snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
By Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Do you still remember the days when we were seated in a class.
Back then when we did a lot of foolishness and man it was a blast.

Can you recall all the stupid things that we once did.
Those epic moments when the teachers hated us, almost kicking us off the grid.

Do you remember that we used to have a crush on someone within the same room.
The one that looks like an angel and seems to always be in bloom.

Do you remember when we played tricks on the girls.
Then they would come back at us for vengeance while in skirts and making twirls.

Do you remember when we skipped classes so we could go for a stroll.
We were like rockers who are always ready to roll.

We used to climb the roof and goof around.
Used to cheat on our quizzes and still we hit the ground.
Varying in character, wisdom and in some other things that we inarguably bare.
And our individual attitudes are as different as the things that we like and care.
Lo us, a clique that no one can break or tear.
United in camaraderie and with every bit of compassion to spare.
Empathetic to one another when the only color there is to see is blue.
Some times we fight but we get reconciled in a few.

Older as we may grow and wiser we may become.
For all as we know, we are still children longing to play under the sun.

Forward we march to greet every new day.
Residing in our hearts is a forged unity that even death cannot slay.
Insatiable are the desires that within us may grow.
Enthusiastic'ly we float to where the water flows.
Neat smiles and laughters that are photographed in our cerebral nodes.
Dancing under the moon and the bright sun as if our hearts could explode.
Scenic moments that are framed within our heads.
Hangs in all of our memories like a spider's thread.
If time ages us and someday we all just fade.
Put your hand on your heart and remember the oaths and promises that we have made.
Volumes of uncountable notions are lurking within my brain.
Ousting like scorching flames that can evaporate the pouring rain.
Needing to let them go like prisoners breaking out of their chains.
Senseless words that comes out of nowhere like bandits raiding a train.
Hailing from far beyond my head are immeasurable yet merky words.
Incapacitating my rationality yet it brings me to a place of thinking that is about to unfold.
Restless times that exhaust me withers my mind and my wandering soul.
Entirely escaping a niche that I came to call my sanity being burried in a shallow hole.

Laughing on my own while the rest of the world laughs at me.
Only to lose more of my mentality while I hid from them this epic side of my humanity.
A portion of me is on a leash since its mostly out of control.
Denting a hardened spirit that has almost took its toll.
Burning into ashes like trees  caught up in the fire.
Only to rise up once more like a **** that never gets tired.

Over this life time I have accumulated more than I could actually handle.
An exobite of entries still not enough to have me dismantled.
These are the things that runs through my head on every rising day.
Breaking this habit is like an addictive vice that shall never be out of play.
Admiring my own sense of reality while I stay in color when the world is in grey.
Yearning to make more pieces of poetry in acronyms served on a silver tray.
Will he ever get a chance to take hold of freedom.
And shall his crimes ever take him to a higher wisdom.
Not so long ago he killed a famous leader.
Though he was just paid to get it done and over.
Engaged him with a riffle and looked through the scope.
Delivered the bullet into his head and escaped down the *****.
When the poet sings, his lines could take you.
When the poet sings, his rhymes could make you.

When the poet sings, his thoughts could break you.
When the poet sings, his words could taunt you.

When the poet sings, harmony  becomes a game.
When the poet sings, his words are gathered from your name.

When the poets sings, he defies word chemistry.
When the poet sings, grammar decays its anatomy.

When the poet sings, he shows you his heart.
When the poet sings he tears reality and rips it apart.

When the poet sings, he creates a philosophy.
When the poet sings, he speaks in trilogy.

When the poet sings, its a fantasy.
When the poet sings, its a different reality.

— The End —