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 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.

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.

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.

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...

On the wire,
A message lost.
A voice forgotten,
A desire caught on fire.  .  .

This is where the good things end,
this is where happiness is bent.
where apathy creates a strong vortex,
that we are ****** in this whirpool
of hate and alibis.

maybe 'tis the right time to realize,
it's not really a surprise,
when lust and love decelerates,
and when pain and apathy accelerates.

I am the Dirt under your fingernails,
Killing you slowly like a venom flowing in your veins,
My tongue will be as sharp as blade,
I will stab you in the neck and cut your tubes,
Pound your head into the ground and just spit at your corpse.
I'll drink the liquid as fluid as my knife slicing you.
and hear how to scream like a tortured Jew.

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.

What am i?

But a putrid droplet from a rotten sac,
dripping slowly neath' the earthly tomb,
amidst the vast ocean of this swamp,
my purity and my flaws remains intact.

I am clean?

I believe. But yet to be cleansed . . .

am I forsaken?

What is see, is what I am becoming. . .

Believe!

You are pure!
You are water!
You are free!

run towards the sea of truth!
flow! meander! transform! reborn!
for you are just a sinner!
sinners are meant to be forgiven!

Bathe yourself with a million other of you,
and realize. . . this is your. . .

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.

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.

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...

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. . .

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.

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. . .

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!?

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. . .

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

To Grasp something that is invisible to the eye,

to caress what is intangible and naked to the touch,

to grip the air with all your might,

and find nothing there,

to step upon a shadow and hold it captive,

to whisper a secret in a bottle so no one else would know it,

to love the unknown,

to show what you can't show,

to create your own world. . .blindfolded,

to be left handed in a world of the right-handed,

to be what they limit you to be. . .

to be reborn every now and then.

must be. . .

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.

little boy, little boy dont cry
everything is going to be alright
one day i'll say goodbye,
don't ask me how don't ask me why.


little boy, little boy dont cry
always think that life is fair,
when it isn't,  it doesn't mean that we are not
going to get there.


little boy, little boy dont weep
when your heart breaks, just go to sleep
dream the dreams that makes your heart leap,
leap the cliffs that your heart speaks.

little boy, little boy goodnight . . .
maybe tomorrow we will glide,
the islands of clouds and the waves of sunshine,
keep asking him how. . . keep asking him why. . .

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.