Somebody died tonight,
Beside the love of his life.

As she is covered in blanket,
In a peaceful slumber.

He is wide awake looking at the ceiling,
Lying like an unknown being.

She wakes up the next morning,
Without noticing...

Not even a single glance to
A man who has feelings...

He is still dying tomorrow night.

Minartsa mo ang entablado na may dalang titulo,
Binaba mo ang mga baitang,
ngunit ibinaba mo rin ang iyong kapangyarihan.

Ngayo't puyat ka maghapon at magdamag,
hindi upang turuan ang mga bata,
kundi upang humikayat,
tulog sa umaga't gising sa gabi,
upang makipagtalastasan:
at para sa kanila'y isang makina ka lamang.
at para sa kanila'y isang boses ka lamang.

**** sana'y paglipas ng panahon ay wag **** kalimutan.
may mahalaga ang bawat araw ng buhay mo,
upang ibangon ang kapwa mo.

Wag **** talikuran ang iyong misyon,
bagkus gawin mo ang iyong obligasyon.
isang makahulugang rebolusyon.

I am trembling...
and you are impending...
I am troubled...
and you are an over sized bubble...

I am chained to you...
as you are chained to her....

You're on your way out into the world...
with this trembling hands, I'll hold you still.
with this troubled mind, I'll look you in the eye and say:

Wake up Charlie... it's time to dream.

Believe me.
Seen you, I do not.
Believe in you. I do.
to acknowledge is to the son of man,
your existence is a must.
your non-existence is a tragedy.
yet you are the clarity
in what I do not see.
The remedy,
to what I don't want to feel.

To see is to believe.
to believe is to see.
to not see is to make believe.

I scribble this page with fright,
fearing of what I have been today,
the poet in me died.

A different being with a different thought,
what have I become?

this are my thoughts once,
who are these thoughts now?

If God is a man

he must be a really bad game developer

the games is always on beta test.

and when it ends it impresses no one

even his self...

I Believe in you the Father almighty,
just don't force me to answer the second question.
It makes you more implausible
more unreasonable.

Unconditional they said...
and now I'm starting to question that.

Sometimes I feel like a dog,
just waiting for you to come home.
And when I finally see you, I’m all over you.
you make my heart jump without any reason.
Maybe I’m just happy that you’re there with me.
for I love you like a dog;
I love you more than myself.

Ask not a query to the sea,
but embed whats in mind onto the sand.
let the waves deny what they have grasped
for the shell inside your ear is fragile,
It knows no truth or lie
listening to an empty shell that echoes illusions...
enough to shatter ones mind.

I grate my teeth on the sight of me,
my dark reflection.
Once a little child innocent to the core,
now a dark ricochet of light.

How I'd like to bury you for what you become,
just to resurrect you from what you used to be.

from this day i'll cast upon you my apathy.

Too familiar to me,
too distant from thee.
Spirits blend like brothers from past,
whoever predicted these bonds will last.

Never again spoke about the Chaos in your mind,
Never again rekindle the good days beside the dimming lights.
Was once a mentor speaking to enlighten,
now an arbiter who chose to remain silent.

We cast each other spells of silence,
Cursed by obliviousness,
held in one piece by traditions and ties.
nonetheless indifferent.

Ti's the last time he brushed his shoes against the welcome rug,
I still see the silent turn of the doorknob.
The last sight of my old man's silhouette.
Now I live in a house as abstract as a home,
Longing for the day I leave her wings and build my own.

for there comes a day
where one decides
to cement the lament,
straighten the bent nails,
to finally build a concrete home.

Keep this in mind

We rule this land,
We invented time.
We are the Master of our four sided horizon.

Let's keep this place and mark an X.

If time comes to take what we once have,
Keep this map and find the spot.
I'll be there couple of hours early,
laying yellow roses in your path.

We feel it running up our spines,
It shivers, shingles, Soothe and sails
Drifting and isolated in our own timeline.

Keep it hidden, and it remains unadulterated,
From their senses.
Keep it under the sheets of our secrets.
Hidden yet shown,
So they won't know
We have created the universe of our own.

And if ever the time shifted,
and all reduced to dust,
Dimensions we are apart,
We will still own that space and time,
When I was yours, and you were mine.

An Ant Bit me...
I Bit it back...
to death.

Inflation is temporary.
But you're home now...
I find it rather unfair...
A Question before you go.

Do you dream?
when you spend a lifetime awake.
enslaving yourself for a Queen that knows no one.
But you serve her nevertheless.
Death, for you my friend, must be a beautiful rest.

Maybe you envy me.
A bite to make it seem fair.
A Dreamer killing a dreamless.
Vengeance seems unjust.

A weight to equal us all,
A sight between two walls of evergreen that no one dared to go over.

We are the victims of the crime we commit,
We are the criminals created by temptations where we submit.
a sight to see, a sense to seek.
a sign we see coming,but never admit.

The first who lets it go is the one to be blamed,
this is but a game of seekers and settlers.
are you the one contended or the one contained?

What is logic when your heart reasons with your head?
When blood shuts down your synapses,
What Imbalance that causes this poetic trance?
When non-sense becomes sense and your'e left drunken writing.

In the corridors of your absence, lies the exit for exaggeration,
When words are powerless enough to submit into manipulation.
Figures seducing the purest assumptions.

Loving you just to keep me sane.
Seeing you to keep me real.
A conversation with you to keep me human.

Small achievements.
and roasted grains.
Money, to keep my happiness sustained.

Thirty,
If get pass trough it
assume that I've changed.

Tales of doubt and suspicion,
of my helpless sleepy imagination,
endless apologies and
unforgiven nights.

Three years,
Three folds.
left dying with a thorn in my throat.

What is the answer to this equation?

I don't know, I don't know yet.

Think!

Let me know, please let me know.

Are you not thinking?

I am please wait.

Here is the answer. Isn't it obvious?
Again.

Think

As I stare to that paper for hours.

We are all ready to take that shot,
the assassin is what we are worried about.
at point blank we take it,
and to the innocent gun we blame it.

You can close the doors of the CCP but you can't close the minds of the free thinking artists of this country. you can shut our mouths but you can't shut us down. but we will speak the truth trough art. we will **** hypocrisy better than any weapon known to humanity.

The greatest view to appreciate life is not seen on the top of the tallest skyscraper;
nor the summit of highest mountain;
nor from the windows of an airplane...
it's seeing your head resting upon my shoulder.

I long for your lips,
That sweet tender roses just above your chin...
Your morning glow and your fluffy slippers.
oh how nostalgia gets me whenever I massage the bridge of my nose.
It gets me into you...
what could have been.
Is now just a dream far from becoming true.

The very sight of you moistens me,
with the ****** of your lips,
the stabs of your tongue,
and the grip of your hands.

You enslave me.

But I am humbled,
to become entangled with your body,
as the gray clouds hover upon us.
your curves reflects the moonbeam,
your silhouette painting the indigo sky,
brushing me with your bare hands...

Love and Hate are delicate things,
Mix one with one, summons a toxin deadly to man.
Mix that with two,
blood and soul will be the equal exchange for these three summoned souls.

When it all shuts down I'll be going upstairs,
and stare at all these scenery.

My wishful thinking created this place,
and over the distance I see a face I cannot recognize,
whats with the smile?
whats with the smirk?
whats with the glow?

I am all alone in this place,
the gates are sealed behind me,
the judgement is upon me.

Have you see me down there?
I lived a crazy and lonely life.
Have you witnessed how I picked up the pieces that you scattered all over the land?

and now I am here.
Still under your judgement and command!?

I have no one to call on my own,
a hero,
a mentor,
a model,
a father...

I am but an incomplete man,
of substance,
of significance...
I need a deliverance...

What am I to do?
should I live this life without a glimpse of you?
this paper is the only place I can confess,
of a grave longing from your absence...

father.
I think I deserve your attention...
I am...
so.
not me...

Hello there,
Again you are here
not haunting my dreams,
but haunting me when I am not in it...

Shall we talk again?
I am tired of making love out of you,
I have tried to make reality out of you,
I have lied to life loving you...

Come take my hand, I'll lead you,
into the garden of your promises I'll take you,
bring your torch I know you are ready to burn it down,
theres no other perfect time but now.

It's great to hear you saying you love me,
and you thinking that I appreciate it.
and in times I feel that I don't even deserve it,
or deserve you...

For I can't find the words to repay the days you share with me,
And I think until my death I am still in debt,
And with my promises left broken, you still pick up the pieces and glue them with me...

And if this feeling seems overrated,
I'll always make sure that what I feel is unadulterated,
I hope that in the phrases stated ,
you won't feel that they are sugar-coated.

Am I worthy ?

You feel like the gray background of the red dot,
walking with the crowd at seven in the morning,
riding the same train,
eating the same lunch,
watching movings that inspires,
and you think you could change the world,
but you can't,
heroes don't live in this boring ways. . .

and then you stagnate,
and then you feel desperate,
and then you do nothing. . .
you just wait for your fate. . .
and be like everyone else,
lying on their grave.

You didn't even make it to the newspapers obituary,
You didn't even appear on T.V.
You haven't even composed a song,
or painted a masterpiece,
or cook a new food,
you haven't contributed to the world. . .

fate.

I fear the time when your eyes turns grey,
when the locks in your hair straighten,
and the locks in our hands loosen.

I fear it when you think of things that never did happen,
when my inaction forms imagery in your head.
and free the tears that you never shed


I fear it that when you wake up,
you'll realize, that you don't have the strength. . .
to love me anymore.

I watch the evening sky turn from indigo into black,
I watch the stars pulsate like an arrhythmic heart,
I saw how the gray clouds cover them in a blanket of shade,
and the starshower starts to fall on me as I gaze,
witnessing a genocide of fireflies right before my very eyes.

If love has a silhouette, it would appear as a jagged edge,
If love is a smooth sailing vessel, it would be drowned in a stormy sea,
If love is as soft as a cotton, then it would be my pillow as I sleep in dismay.
and if love is a silent prayer, it would be a sin to say Amen.
For love doesn't end. . .
And love doesn't start. . .
It's a cancer,
dormant until it breaks your heart...

When I walk with the crowd,
When I ride the train with people,
I try to find my peace of mind,
like a puzzle piece trying to fit,
trying to make a sense out of it. . .

Everyone is unique, just like everybody else.
Try to look everyone in the eye,
Everyone just wants to go home,
I just want to go home. . .

Loving you is like eating dark chocolates. . .
there is a hint of sweetness and bitterness all at the same time,
it makes my heart beat fast and slow.
In each and every bite,  I can taste life in both sides...

Ako ay isang pulis,
Natangal sa Serbisyo dahil sa paniniwala kong mali ang naging paghusga sa aking pagkatao,
Naglingkod sa bayan ngunit nauwi ang aking paghihirap sa hindi tamang pagpataw ng parusa,
Sa aking serbisyo, Sa aking pagkatao, at sa pangalan ko.

Kayat nagawa ko ang desisyong ito,
Wag niyo akong sisihin dahil tao lamang ako,
Nasasaktan at humihingi ng katarungan sa sistemang di makatarungan ang dahilan,
Sino ba naman ang matutuwang mapagbintangan,
sa mga krimeng pinaniniwalaan kong di naman ako ang may kagagawan?

Mga turista ang aking ginawang pananga,
Dahil di naririnig ng binging sistema ang mensahe ng sarili nilang mamamayan,
Kayat sila ang napili ko upang maintindi ako at magawan ng paraan,

Bitbit ko ang aking baril,
Hawak ko ang aking kutsilyo,
Ngunit wala akong balak na gamitin ito upang masimulan ang pagkakagulo,
Isa lang naman ang hiling ko,

ANG MAPANSIN AKO NG BULOK NA SISTEMANG PINANGALINGAN KO.

To Teach Children to Question Every Answer,

To Lie once in a while for them to seek the truth,

Teach them numbers even how rational or irrational they are. . .

How relevant or irrelevant they can be,

for learning how to solve

teaches them patience and perseverance. . .

This is what the world needs. . .

The perseverance to achieve a beautiful life and the patience while doing it.

Teach them to question. . .
for the answers lies in them.

One Giant Freezer

3 containers

17 flavors of ice cream

an Estimated 7,107 nuts

and an Estimated 92 people eating the same crap. . . over and over again.

Don't assume or you'll regret it,
if you want everything to end,
just go preach it,

Just try. . .
reveal my secrets,
empower your lies,


I'm tired of this stupidity,
I made it clear to you that friendship is all about longevity,
Of trust,
Of respect,
Of understanding and most of all of Principles and boundaries. . .

As simple as that.

Nothing more nothing less. . .

I drew this line before,
so visible it's obviously seen by all.
Why do you keep on ignoring it,
your oh so lame excuses, your not a kid.


Read this and get mad. . .
Snob me in the hall. . .
like what you did before. . .
you know what comes after two. . .

Don't let the third strike come for you. . .

A prejudice, an assumption
Devil is black and black is Evil,
White is Pure and so is your navel.

And in there I lie helpless,
A pit of flesh where my solitude rest,
White lies and Black Apathy,
A perfect mixture of hyper sanity.

A tunnel vision directed, Focused and justified,
A reason, bottom line, nullified.

We need to stretch every strands of time,
to review each present and presence of mind.
once heaven is touched by the hands of god,
it'll rain bullets from the skies above.

And then there was Red.
A scythe and a knife,
an eagle beheaded,
and a blood red river ravaging,
thundering, rumbling. . .

and then god finally created silence.

So real your lips sipping mine,
So long the streets that traversed our time,
So low the stairs of white tiles and blue lines,
So fast the red van that turns as we panic,
So clear the events and it was sublime,
So untrue the dream was, it was a manic.  . .
So close to being real, but it's just a dream ,we cannot have it.

Let it die. . . Let it die

The moments you lie,
The baggage in your mind,
put it down and burn it up.
hate the revolution that you created,
join the restoration of the world you have wasted.

Let it Fly. . . Let it fly.

Up in the sky,
before I die,
I want to see you,
Waving goodbye,
and with my wings I will glide.

Let it flow. . . Let it flow.

Down and down and down we go,
And when you bathe yourself in the rain,
let the pain and tears hide their way
****** into the drain. . .
go away, go away.

HE. . .

staring at everything like we are nothing,
you give him words,
yet he doesn't respond.
he has life,
but doesn't live it. . .
He talks sense. . .
and it is written long. . .
But at the end of it all. . .
It is ****** in a vortex of none. . .

Hello my hallow yellow bell,
can you please swear to me these,
this restlessness , I have to dismiss
An advent that is cemented to me long ago.
a path, a trail, an engraved part of tommorow.

Hello my hallow yellow bell,
How are you today?
I do believe that againts the odds we would last,
count every breaths you take and every smile and laughs you make
like a sandless hourglass.

What is a choice?

Is the one you choose for your heart?
An option that you need not to ignore?
or the awkward decision that forces you to submit to what is inevitable?

A tragedy turned to romance is a tragedy worth dying for,
A Fact that progresses as a fiction,
A fantasy, an Illusion.

Oh me, Oh my. . .

Is there any solution for this confusion.
incarcerated in a cell deprived of emancipation.

Every ounce of me is a whole of us. . .
Every inch of you is a universe of me. . .
You are a proof of hope that they seek,
You are the straw in the hills of needles that is Love.
so never ask me why I'm soaked in blood when I found you.
for if I did not climb that summit of you. . . then I won't find me too.

There is this day that was once true,

a day when every fathers heart turns into a marshmallow,

growing and melting in a rainy day hot chocolate.

There is this day that was made just for you,

but then again, I have no one to drink my hot chocolate with,

or watch the rain fall and these marshmallows float...

I sit here with my cup frozen and still.

There are these days that days like these that I wish you'd become true,

For these are the days I wish I could utter these words to.

We are but a blinding light,
blinding life and all it's might.

when she sees us, it is all blur.
stars become puffs of light and the moon is
trapped in a glowing sac.

O life is a kaleidescope of chances,
of choice and of left footed dancers.

and when we rest all we see is darkness,
when our bodies die in bed we are free,
we roam the dreamworld like a nomad,
we walk and never see our own hands...

we climb the hills of evergreen,
we ride the blades of the windmills,
we swim the rivers of wine and honey,
we bite the cherries and spit whisky on melancholies. . .

and then we wake. . .

with blood in our lips,
we smirk at life
and we all die once again,
like it all really happened.