Afraid I may have  accidentally awoken something dark. Dreamed of instructions most cursed and ******, the architecture is all wrong. A 2d face devours the page it was inked on, I'm a awake I'm awake I'm awake

Inside my four walls,
Not much is seen.
The same people day after day,
Their actions always precise and clean.

"What's out there?" I wonder,
"Outside of my four walls?"

"Only horrible things," my tenants explain
"It's a place you don't belong."
When my bricks were fresh, this was enough
To help me press wearily along.

"What's out there?" I wonder still,
"Outside of my four walls?"

My curiosity eventually overcame my build.
I needed to experience the outsiders' guild.
My bricks ached, my woodwork choked,
Until finally

clouds birds sun wind lights chatter

These sights and these sounds,
Some beautiful and some not,
Flung debris on the ground
And to my architecture brought

A beautiful hypethral view

Fifteen inches LCD
Electronic mouse
And bunch of scratches of sheets.

There were roof lines
Valleys and ridges
Encircling the overlapping layers
Some are frozen, some are hidden.

Estimation and calculation
Uttering numbers
With various actions.

3D walls
Inserting commands
Subtracting openings
Including doors and windows.

The formula was easy
To multiply and subdivide
Real aesthetical features
Future renovation
For firm edification.

(6/30/14 @xirlleelang)

Ako’y modernong karpintero
Sa henerasyong baon sa utang,
Hindi pa man isilang,
Ang kamalaya’y limot at simot na.

Puros kalyo ang latay
Sa pares na kamay
Na ang sigaw ay pagbabago
Diktahan man kahit demokrasya pa,
Lahat tila may mantsa’t tatak pulitika.

May direksyon ang pagdisenyo
Pahalang sa kapwa-tao,
Samantalang ang kabila’y
Ang labi’y eksperto sa pagsayad sa lupa
Patungo sa ulap at bituin
Kung saan naroon raw ang Maykapal.

Narito ako sa kanilang tagpuan
Tatawid sa kalyeng hindi masilayan
Bingi sa sanlibutan
Minsang pinaligua’t sinabunan ng kadiliman.

Narito ako,
Sa sentro’y may hanap-hanap
Kilabot ng pagtahi sa sugat ay titiisin.
Pagkat ang latay, hindi man nasaksihan
Ramdam maging sa tadyang
Na akin daw ay pinagmulan.

Kung mararapatin lamang
Ng lupang minsa’y naging gintong bayan
Na pang-habambuhay siya’y lisanin
At sa pagbukang-liwayway, tatakbo sa Liwanag.

Walang karapatan ang takipsilim na uminda
Pagkat ang Haring Araw
Sisikat at yuyupakan ang kanyang dangal,
Siyang isang pobre’t salat sa Katotohanan.

Niyapos ko ang buhok
At pinahid sa mansanas, sa mangga’t
Maging sa dagat na sagisag ng kalayaan.

Ako’y tumakas
Tangan ang sandata ng buhay;
Pakuwari ko’y walang himagsikan
Ang siyang muling sisiklab
Pagkat ang laban ay tapos na noon pa man.

Puting papel at plumang walang tinta
Ang iniwan sa akin ng Ama
Hindi ko mawari sa paanong paraan ba
Maililimbag ang isusulat nitong pluma.

Ngunit ang tukso
Na madungisan ang pahinang puti
Ang puro’t walang bahid ng itim at kulay bahaghari,
Alam ko, balang araw
Mapupunan ito, hindi ng salita
Bagkus ng larawang sa sansinukob
Ay hahagkan ang bawat nilalang
Itatas muli ang bandila -
Silang puro ang tiwala sa Pintor ng Pagbabago.

(5/23/14 @xirlleelang)

I face that mysterious door,
Fighting my way
Step by step
Through mounds of paperwork
And applications to where I suited.

All for that intangible future
More fresh and striking than anything here
“I will go.”

My future is manifesting itself slowly,
Inexorably and inexplicably before me.

I choose to gaze at my future as infinite opportunity,
Infinite joy spread over infinite possibilities.
As that joy becomes tangible,
It also becomes more finite.

But from where I stand
I see everything ahead.
I can finally leave
Everything I’ve been tied to
And prove to myself, “I am myself.”

(3/21/14 @xirlleelang)

My home is where my heart is,
It follows me where I go.
My heart’s still beating in my chest,
So my body,
It must follow.

I gave my home legs
To walk around with ease.
I gave my home wings
To join me where I please.

I gave my home freedom,
For it gives me hope.
It is there
When I’m proud,
when I’m humbled,
When I mope.

My home is always with me
Since I stopped giving my heart away.
It sure is growing cold,
But I’m starting to like it that way.

(12/8/13 @xirlleelang)

Her eyes rolled,
To that screened window,
With a fleeting look…

Full whiff of silence
No end of thumping shadows,
An ingredient of past…
An escape to embrace.

Golden path
As closing stage…
Of strips of colours.

Awakened dreams…
But shattered hope,
To perish those gears veiled…
An everlasting skirmish.

(12/12/12 - @xirlleelang)

there's a lot of holes in my life
for example

my waist takes as little space as possible;
a curve is formed in each side
in order to be fitted by
somebody's hands

and i would like them to be your hands

between every bone of my spine
there's a little pause pretending to shape
a path long enough to be toured by
somebody's fingers

and i would like them to be your fingers

when i stretch my neck i find
angles in my collarbones
a piece of architecture to be traced by
somebody's mouth

and i would like it to be your mouth

but your hands hold the curves of other waist
and your fingers wander other road
and your mouth traces the lines of other architecture

and i have all of these holes

and there's a hole in my bed
and i would like to have two