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.

I may not be your closest friend,
I'm not your stalker nor your fiend.
I maybe strange to know some of your deepest secrets.
But I am glad that you always feel my presence.

There is a  line drawn from you to me,
in a world where numbers are god,
where ones and zeros dance to a tune of complete silence.
and we are, but a mere thread in the web.

Strange it may seem,
but how golden the feeling is,
when you tell a secret to a person who see you the least,
but feels your worth.

ask me any questions,
I'll give you my opinions and my convictions,
ask me about numbers,
and get ready for a slumber.

that is me,
an eye in a distance,
not a good but watching you from afar,
like seeing the big picture,
but in details, that is where my focus is at.

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...

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.

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. . .

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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...

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!

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.

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 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.

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!

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.

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.

Do you how much I hate you?


go out in a clear blue summer sky. . .

Count the stars if you ever see one;

Oh please! Just please! don't include the sun,

That is how much you mean to me. . .

I wont ever hurt you, my ebony.

And at night,

If you ever wonder how much i love thee,

Lay your bones in the moonlit grass,

And if you ever feel alone, this too shall pass.

I am your lunar crescent,

Hear my howl. . .

Cradle in my dark side. . .

Hush my darling,

and sleep with me tonight.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The black is turning silver,
your flesh is getting paler,
the joy is now minimized
this is the day we realize. . .

don't let that happen,
and from this moment on,
lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .

the dawn is half past dead,
and now we don't have anything to unload in our head,
maybe our time is nearly over,
or we just begun to turn our ends motor.

we wont let that happen,
and from this moment on,
lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .

lets play our old toys,
and swing our swings,
'till we see what we already saw,
lets make it all clear just before we go. . .

we will never let that happen,
and from this moment on,
lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .

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.

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 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.

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.

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?

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 ?

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.

There is a place in my body where you lie,
A place where fold of muscles and skin,
pillars and bridges and jails of
bones are intact. . .
Where you swim in blood,
dancing in an endless rhythm of beats.
There is a place in me that can be measured,
but whats inside is immeasurable. . .

There is an Idea of you in me.

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.

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.

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.

"far  moments ? let's  get away!"

that is what I just have heard  today,

I really  just  don't  know when to stay,

in my head  I try  to let it all happen ,

and in a mean  chair  of innocents  
it's heading inside my  mind blowing .

care?

how important  is the bombing ?

maybe we should all believe  what the rest of the world  didn't  dare.

Darkness is nothing,
yet defined as something,
The absence of me gave meaning to him.
and now he is the Ancient Behemoth that fights me within.
and gives life to me without. . .

Where I am there He is,
Where I am not He is God.

I cannot match him,
His speed is yet to be known,
A force to be reckoned,
yet an energy that is Obviously Unknown.

I Envy his powers,
His might and his Will,

I can stare you but you'll be blinded,
He can consume you without even knowing it.

What am I?
What is He?

Who came first?

Darkness or Me?

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.

She was just a walk away,
She is just a talk away,
should I start with "hello?"
Or may be just a simple smile?
but then she walked away. . .

Come rain,
Come shine,

You are just a little too late,
don't dive into an unknown river,
you'll have another time.
and for a meanwhile just say.

Come rain,
Come shine,

Be friends with your tequila,
throw away that useless margarita,
liquors can't buy you a señorita.
and for goodness sake let's take our time.

Come rain,
Come shine,

It's a habit forming activity of the new age,
Science can't even explain the ideas floating  in teenage brain.
Like a super nova blasting in the sky,
a mind so random each and every time.

Thin slicing this warped mind,
A figure  drinking wine in a lime light,
never ever ask a question from your past,
never ever create a formula that won't last.

I am a practitioner of an art you'll never see in a museum,
you'll never see with your eyes.

I am a deaf musician using deception and rhymes,

Even I.  .  .

Even I. . .

can dream if I go blind.

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.

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. . .

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. . .

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.

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.