mula sa bintana ng mga katotong tahanan
may pinaghuhugutan balitang pinagkainan
merong budbod di-umano ang bibingka sa bilao
madalas di-ginugusto,,minsan nama'y napapa-tipo.

bihira man ang daloy sa hiwa ng pagkakataon
nariyan pa rin ang kuro at haka sa loob ng kahon
sa tulong ng walang patumanggang bulong na hindi naririnig ang tunog
sa likod ng pulang bilang matatanaw may abiso sa kidlat na walang kulog.

ilako ang lakbay ng himay sa mga nagdidilang anghel
para mahumpay ang tamlay mula sa pader na papel
ibahagi ang natatanging kuwento sa oras ng hanay ng kasarinlan
mag-manman sa likuran bago dumating at gumawa sa tambayan

matabunan man sa araw-araw ang pag-apaw ng dalaw sa estado
wag mag atubili,hataw lang sa paggalaw muling ibangis ang talento
bagamat ano mang bulwak meron ang katha sa salamin,matapos na
maisulat
sa ere man hanggang sa paglapag ng tuyong dahon,may mangha na ipamu-mulagat

sapagkat hinde mababanaag sa mga nilakaran
ang iniwang bakas sa pinanggalingang upuan
dahil ang dati nang puting kulay sa loob na 'ala pang bahid
magkukulay dilaw sa pagkakaroon ng matimtimang masid

at kung ang inaasahan ay taliwas sa nakatakda,,alin lang yan sa dalawa :
bumilis ang pagbagal ng patak kaya manunumbalik ang dati nang sigla
o malamang na mangamba sa pakiwaring hindi daratnan dahil sa
pagkaantala?
kung magkagayo'y ituloy lang ang pagkasabik sa pagtatapos pagkat
*magkakabunga!

The pain from the fickleness of your heart,
The hurt from your unwillingness
To be stronger, to try, to admit...
To walk beside my darkness...
Is greater than any knowledge
Of the comfort and laughter
You have in the scent and skin
Of someone else's voice, body, soul.*



The truth in your heart,
Is more valuable
Than the protection you think a lie gives
my heart.
I always feel the truth.
It vibrates, moving like kinetic energy,
Across the universe.
In my dreams
I see it as it is.
A lie is the greatest damage.
Every time.

A sentence most innocent,
     yet the undercurrent
     is deep and swift.
                                                          ­  I love you, too.
A snap-reflex response
     to a heartfelt exhibition
     of true emotion.
                                                        ­    I love you, too.
To an outsider,
     nothing would be amiss
     but I read the lack of words.
                                                          ­  I love you, too.
This throwaway text
     hides something much more
     than you care to show.
                                                           ­ I love you, too.
And simple as those
     four little words, I know
     something is wrong.

I've been in a hurricane
since I met you
And it's been proven that I must learn to live in this storm
Endure the fog
feel it's currents
it's waves
it's paralyzing winds
But when we're together it subsides
Everything stops
The center of the storm
And I wonder how I could ever leave
Or remember how to breathe

Always trust it, don't ignore what your instinct, intuition, gut, whatever you wanna call it. Don't ignore it, and you should probably invest more with it. Its a big eye opener

Two eyes close and another opens
Yet darkness is all that can be seen
This new found place
This sacred space
Rests in the balance between
Spirit and Flesh
Mind and Matter

Gently succumbing to an upward flow
Focus is guided by a golden hand
Until it hits its mark and the wheels begin to spin

Colors, colors, colors, colors spin
Dancing between glows of light
Muffled whispers of thoughts pass by
As spectators to this other worldly show

Before too long
It is time to go back
Into the darkness of the day

With one eye closed and two eyes open
The world you see is now bright
You’ve brought the essence here with you
You are, yourself, the light

My gut tells me secrets and
Guides me to answers.
It screams nausea like a
Air raid siren during war time.

My gut speaks to me and
Implores me to listen.
It never chides me when
I ignore its clarion call.

My gut is never wrong and
Sets me timely reminders.
It stores experience like a
Well thumbed user manual.

My gut is instinctive and
It helps me understand others.
Their motives and intentions;
Their weaknesses and strengths.

i am the colored leaves cascading from autumn trees onto concrete
where you don't know below greens used to grow.

i am the pupil of your eye standing before a judges' sentence
without knowing the consensus missed evidence.

i am the rain drop that falls on your forehead
forgetting umbrellas don't matter
until they do.