written with Mohamed Nasir
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As I was young running underneath the shower
Droplets speckling my face Ike water freckles
I ran across the watery lane in the fountain of
My youth

I ran naked wet under the sprinkler's arches
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! I shouted
Joyfully as Archimedes found truth and naked
He ran down the street of Athens
Eurica! Eurica! Eurica! He shouted

Then I heard someone call my name
And shake me up
"Get up," my mother said
"You wet your bed again," she said
I was dreaming in my wet dreams again

Isang gabi ika'y narinig
hikbi **** ni isa'y walang nakaririnig
tila luha mo'y di nila batid
bawat pag susumamo'y tainga nila'y nakapinid

bawat umaga mo'y kawalan ng pag-asa
kitilin sariling buhay lagi mo nang panata
paanong nangyari ika'y nakaalpas
sa mga mata ng mga mapanirang nilalang

sinong lumapastangan sa bata **** isip?
sinong lumason, dahilan ng iyong paghihirap?
sinong may pakana? isigaw mo at ituro!
ilantad at iluluklok sa trono ng kamatayan!

maghanda sila sapagkat araw nila'y darating na
mapapawi na rin yaring luha sa iyong mga mata
pagbabayaran ang pagka ganid sa mura **** katawan
itatarak ang kutsilyo ng kasamaan, pabalik sa lugar
na kanilang pinagmulan.

I don't feel like it anymore, I must say.
Maybe I should put up a missing person
alert for my inner kid. He must be hiding
somewhere, I hope wherever that is i'ts not
a dark place, he was always afraid of it.
Maybe that is what I've loose, I think I must
come to terms with it. It's that time
of the year already when it's to late
for everything. To say hello and goodbye,
is this real, is it not,
no turning back, no way to run,
one eye blue and the other red,
one ear open and the other closed,
one hand reaching out and the other
clenched in a fist behind my back,
one sweet word and many a bitter silence.
Hand shakes and kisses, folks.
Telescopes and microscopes,
is all about points of view.

Hand shakes and kisses, folks.
I am what I am, nothing more than
the continuation of an idea.

An old silent pond
A stone is thrown by a kid
Waves. Disturbances

It all starts with a Facebook friend request,
Is that guy, who’s not ashamed of himself,
He did not want to treat her as a guest,  
All he probably needed was self-help.
She believed he was happily married,
Maybe something else he was looking for,
She sees how his ring he never carried,
His wife he wouldn’t value anymore.
But she was only seventeen years old,
He would talk to her like she was so grown,
None of his thoughts she could ever control,
She is so happy he left her alone.
She’s hoping this kid he has on his way,
Grows up to be a better man someday.