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.

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.

To learn from my mishaps,
made me realize what am I for the better half,
I am amidst the day I lived and die,
we are meeting halfway across this winding path.

I may not be the most pure of souls,
I may be flawed, I may end up a fool.
You may hate me for what I am,
But remember I am just a man.

Let me finish my lecture,
And hear the lessons of my life.
I know we lack in paternal love.
I know the feeling of being succumb.

Temptation. . .

We are just too weak to fall for it,
It's the realization that we have to learn from it.
and that we have to admit.
The Guilt is there to brand our memories.
Let this not end in an inevitable tragedies.

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.

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.

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.

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!?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Life without you will not be as white as you.
but more of the color blue,
not just any blue. . .
but the palest hue of it;
That my skin is starting to turn into.
When you uttered the words,
"I can't remember the feeling anymore,
how about you?"

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.

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.

Sunday morning. . .


You'll hear oldies on the radio,
while your woman cooks your microphone.
The siren screaming "get away from here!"
the Aud lang syne is in your ears,
It changes overtime, and this is not a drill.


The moment of silence is more important,
than a series of bombing for the innocent. . .
The running chariot of insolence,
heading it's way inside my head and blowing it!


Saturday have just arrived,
The nightly calm and lullabies.
Yesterdays home is now long gone. . .
my father shot himself with a two barrel shotgun. . .


The moment of silence is more important,
than a series of bombing for the innocent. . .
The running chariot of insolence,
heading it's way inside my head and blowing it!

My coin operated love gave me a change,
a token of rage tossed in the air to deliver it's message.
heads or tails is both a losing choice,
and in this voice I'll say to you how  we are played like plastic toys.

I was once a pure one,
no sins has ever penetrated my conscience,
no dirt has ever lingered in my presence.
and in time I have become restless.

My libido is in rage,
at a tender age I became a slave,
My views distorted and out of place.
my horned silhouette shows me a grimace.

here I am driving faster than my thoughts,
living in the lap of luxury,
but inside I am lost.

The things I consume to satisfy my hunger,
Is the very same thing that swallows me and rots me in slumber.

I am a fetus swimming into this sac of delusion,
and in the belly of this beast I am painting my retribution.

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.

I see visions,
Whirl and twirl,
even a faint sound of a broken glass,
will make the memories resurface,
the bitter sweet nightmares of a helpless girl.

the potency of trauma is so intoxicating,
even to the purest of the pure,
it's mind boggling.

I was there when I was not,
I went there, but then I forgot.
Who is this woman behind the glass,
wearing a beautiful dress staring straight at me.

I am a person of endless diversity,
placed in a world where I am defined as insanity.

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.

Ye lives are on the line,
our lives are now online.

The old LSD,
Spelled backwards as DSL,
Can  now be seen in an LCD,
we are now pluged in a flat screen T.V.

Oh life!
****** and on the level,
and now we must rebel.

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.

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.

I am a dark fluid prancing around your buds,
of roses and daffodils, tulips and babies breath,

Loving  you is like being in a sugar coma,
oh what a lovely death!

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...

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?

There In the middle of nowhere
We find ourselves side by side in a comfy sofa chair,
We didn't know how we got there,
but we don't really care.

Looking forward but not looking back,
what does this mean?
are we on the right track?

There In the middle of nowhere
We find ourselves side by side in a comfy sofa chair,
We didn't know how we got there,
but we don't really care.

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...

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...

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.

Look at me,
I'm twenty two,
Im still scared of the many things I do.

ranting is foolish now,
aging transforms you somehow.

The old pacifier is replaced with stacks of cigarettes.
the old milk bottle turned into towers of coffee cups.

The bruises in my knee are countless,
from childhood clumsiness,
to mature foolishness.
if my scars would tell you stories,
it would be endless.

here I am,
turning twenty three.
I am way past adolescence,
and walking in the thin line of maturity.

if only a man could see,
what lies ahead in that smoky path.
what a power to have,
what a power to grasp. . .

SO RENDERED
Adjust the brightness and contrast of the light,
with a magic wand you can select whatever you like,
crop the pieces and merge it together,
change the hue and remember the feather. . .

blur the mistakes and sharpen the lines,
burn the the corners and dodge the shadows,
the things we do to minimize the imperfection,
is a great reflection of what we see behind every mirror. . .

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.

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.

How does It feel,

To be there and not found?

To find me,

and never find out?

You Bring me in

and Brought me out.

To not see and hear your little one shout?

To fly and to stay,

To the dessert, and live there to decay?

will you be a man of your words?

Will you mean what you meant?

Hear me father for I can now speak...

With this small voice,

let your stone cold heart hear me weep. . .

There is a thin line between love and hate,
and in that line, in blood I bathe.
The ****** of logic is rampant in that place.

I am a wire walker crossing that line,
of manipulation and surrender.
of spontaneous combustion and self destruction.

I am unstable, yet in the process I am able.
To control your feelings is a skill,
to give up what you are is a drill.
and that is how you make me feel. . .

This life is a balancing act,
a circus of colors and shades,
applauded by a recorded audience of
a sitcom that we all hate.

Enact, React, and become passive.
Look back, reconstruct and become naive.

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.

A Flash. . .

And you were there,
An Omnipresence anytime,
Anywhere.

Even when I blink my eyes,
for the Nth time,
Even when I rub them,
you won't leave em'

If I could put a face on you,
I'd like it to be my lover,
If I could recolor you,
I'd throw a green paint,
and if I could draw you,
I'd paint a Sunset or a
calm blue sky.

Yet you remain purple,
and for some reason
you slowly fade.
nostalgic feeling sinks in.

And you go back to black,
I'd always want to have a flashback.

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...

Green grasses versus sky scrapers,
and in the end the one whose more grounded survives.

and when it's time to say goodbye,
it's time to say goodnight.

Hello neon lights!
Hello moonless nights.

wish me the sweetest dreams, of cotton and candy swirls. . .
close your eyes, and feel your world twirl.

Our minds are wrapped,
in a totally invisible box.
Some minds are warped,
potentials untapped.

while some hides it in boxes,
some made out of wood,
some made out of glasses,
while some floats on clouds. . .

our thoughts; surrounded by land-mines.
we are taking one step at a time,
one wrong turn,
and it will blow humanity sky high.

And when I get the chance to look you in the eye again,
And when will I get that same chill when our lips collided.
When will I get trough that narrow door again?
And when I get to grasp those  little hands.

Oh how I'd lock myself with you!
I'd throw the keys into the galaxy.
and pray to the gods that it'd be lost for eternity.
****** in a vortex of deluded ecstasy.

Time is a looping straight line.
But if I could cut it in one end and end up with you.
I'll cut time into countless pieces.
and I'd be falling again and again in a well so Endless.

declare yourself immaculate.
the things we love,
are the things we wish we ultimately hate.

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.

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.

Black

That is what you are,
warm, and slippery,
you were worthless then,
A viscous liquid,
floating and loathing mens Ignorance.

Gold

You transformed yourself into one,
with many faucets hidden under the sun.
you built yourself with flaming castle towers,
Soldiers ready to **** for you,
and Conquerors ready to die for you.

Our ethics walks in a wire  of fiasco.
You have proven yourself for more than a century,
filling our cups with hatred, conflict and adversity.
you even turned a dove into a crow.

You are truly the missing link of alchemy,
you transform yourself metaphorically.
a useless waste,
to a liquid gold.
and now look at the world. . .

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.

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.

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.

You

Are never too old,
to try things that makes you young.
dare to try the things that you have in mind,
don't even hesitate to do something for mankind.

You

never too blue to change your hue,
remember; you are a part of the spectrum too.
a wise man once said that
'every color, every hue is represented by me and you.'

You

Are the possibility, don't believe impossibility.
appreciate every sunrise, don't count your breath.
capture the moments in your mind.
Oh just Lie! once in a while.

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...