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jacky Jan 2015
Ito pala ang pakiramdam ng ligaw na damo,
may pangangailangang kinukuha sa hamog ng umaga,
sa lupang kakarampot, at sa katas ng ibang ugat ng ibang halaman.
Ito pala ang pakiramdam ng ligaw na damo,
nananahimik na namumuhay sa anino ng tunay na sibol
ng kalikasan. Ano ang aking silbi kung ang langit na nais kong marating ay hanggang talampakan lamang ng tao?
Ano ang aking silbi?

Ito pala ang pakiramdam ng ligaw na damo,
mabubuhay ng walang halaga,
mawawala ng walang sinasambit.
Trying my best to write in my native language // I'll post a translation
Louise Sep 2018
Nakaukit na ang ngalan mo sa akin.
Ito ang katotohanan na alam ko.
Tila ba paulit-ulit nang ipinipilit ng panahon
na tayo'y pag-lapitin, na pag-lapatin pang muli ang ating mga palad. Ang ating mga labi.
Ngunit sa pagkakataong ito, nagpapanggap at nagsusumiksik ang panahon sa likod ng aking katawan at pagkatao.
Matagal nang kumawala ang tunay,
tangay nito ang ating awit at binitawang
mga sambit.
Hinalughog kong muli ang bawat tula mula sa pagkakawala ng mga ito sa lawak ng tagpuan ng makisig na buwan at payak na lupa.
Pilit kong isinaboy ang nakakapuwing na buhangin upang balutin nito ang mga bituin.
Upang mapadali ang sa kanila'y pag-dakip at sa mga pangamba mo'y aking itinakip.
Sinubukan kong gawing sigwa ang natitirang patak ng tuyot nang lawa.
Isang kasalanang pagbabayaran ng ilan mo pa kayang lihim na pagluha?
Sa dampi ng ginaw, isang ihip lang iyan, at hinding hindi na tayo muling magugunaw.
Ibinulong sa mga alitaptap na kung mabibigo at masusugatan man sa isa pang himagsik,
hindi alintana kung ang gantimpala ay
isa pang halik sa labi **** nilikha para sa akin, oo, ito'y para sa akin
ngunit mananatili ka namang naglilibot.
Kahit isa pang himagsik.

At isinumpa ko ang panahon. Ang relihiyon.
Hindi mo ba alam na ang pagmamahal ko sa'yo ang aking relihiyon?
Tawag ko ang ngalan mo hanggang sa pagbubukang-liwayway.
Dinarasal sa tuwina ang pamamalagi na lang sana ng iyong ngiti.
Niluhuran ang nagniningas na lahar,
nakayapak na nagtungo sa paanan ng iyong pagkabahala. Ito ang aking altar.
Patuloy ka pa rin namang maglalakbay.
Lingid sa iyong kaalaman na hinamon ko na ang araw sa gitna ng tag-ulan;
"Husgahan mo na ako. At kung mananatiling magmamahal itong puso,
maka-ilang ulit mang apak-apakan at kaladkarin, sa bawat araw man ay magalusan at mag-langib, habangbuhay mo pa akong sunugin at ito'y malugod kong titiisin! Sa araw na ang aking katawan ay masasawi, hanapin mo ako sa anyo at kulay ng mga puno at damo at siyang parusahan din."
Ngunit itong pag-ibig ay tila ba nagmimilagro o ito ang milagro mismo.
Araw na mismo ang tumanggi, pinasinayaan pa ng mga agila at payo ng mga talampas.
Anito'y mauubos raw ang sansinukob sa ugnayang ito. Natatawa kong tugon; "iyon nga ang aking punto!"
At ito ang naging kapanganakan ng kawalan ng ginaw dito sa piling ko.
Pinarusahan pa akong muli na mananatili kang maglalakbay, maglilibot, malayo sa aking tabi.
Na patuloy **** hahanapin ang lamig ng hatinggabi.
Kahit halinghing lang sana ng iyong tinig,
malaman ko man lang na tayo'y tumatanaw sa iisang langit.
Manatili ka lang na nakatungtong sa sansinukob na minsan ko na ring isinumpa.
Manatili ka lang na naglalakbay at naglalakad sa kulay ng damo na minsan ko nang inalay sa saliw ng pagkabalisa.
Manatili ka lang, giliw...
kahit hindi na sa aking bisig.

Sa hagupit, sa kamalasan na lamang ako makikipaghimagsik.
Hindi na magmamakaawa ngunit hindi pa rin magsasawa.
Tatanawin ka sa kabila ng ginaw,
ngunit ang awit ng pag-ibig para sayo'y hindi na malulusaw kahit sa tag-araw.
Ang tagtuyot ay pababayaan na lang o hihintayin kahit ang pag-ambon, hindi na ipagdarasal ang sa atin ay isa pang unos.
Mga buhangin ay isasauli na sa dalampasigan, upang sa pagbalik ng tag-init, mga halakhak natin ay mananatiling nakakabingi.
Sa iyong mata'y manatili sana ang mga bituin.
Marahil hihinto na rin sa paghahalughog ng nawawalang mga tula at prosa,
lilikha na lamang ng mga hungkag na pangungusap na tila ba pang-hele sa
sarili sa mga gabing nasasabik pa sanang basahin ang pagpapatuloy ng ating nakabitin na akda.
Ang iyong mga awit, ang iyong pag-awit... ipinagdarasal na aking mapagtagumpayan ang pagpapanggap na hindi na ito kailanman balak pang marinig.
Ang ika'y makadaupang-palad, ang sayo'y makipagpalitan ng maiinit na halik...
ay, para lamang dito'y lilikha na naman ba ng isa pang tula?
Panahon, isumpa mo ako pabalik.
Susukuan na ang pagpilit sa iyo.
Wag ka lang sukuan ng pag-asa na sa iyong nais at tunay na matungtungan ay pihitin ka pa-usbong. Ako na lamang sana ang gantihan ng panahon.
Ang katotohanan na sa kasaysayan at mga katha ay hindi na maaalis; kailanman, anuman at saan man...
nakaukit na ang ngalan mo sa akin.
kingjay Jul 2019
Ang hele sa duyan
Awit ng magulang
na nakapagpagaan sa hangin
sa tuwing nauulinigan

Ang mga punongkahoy doon sa palayan
Na nagwawagayway sa mga dumadaan
May matimyas na kuwento
noong sila pa'y mga munting halaman

Paru paro  na sa hardin
na dumadapo sa bulaklak
sila rin ay may pinagmulan
-galing sa alamat

Ang magandang tanawin
Baryo pa dati kung pangalanan
Magandang buhay ang binabati
Ng damo't kawayan

Ang paggising ng araw
mula sa Silangan
Nagbibigay pag-asa
ang matingkad niyang liwanag

At noong dati
Nang minsa'y nagmahal
mahiyain sa kaibigan
ayaw sabihin sa kaklase

Hanggang ngayon
bibig ay parang itinahi
Bakit nahalina sa pag-ibig
Kung malaya lang ang umibig
Di na sana pinili
Nilawis ng dilim ang mayorya ng mga ilaw sa kalangitan
Ang kapanglawan ng mga ulap na nagdaan ay nakakapangilabot
Kumikinang ang maliliit na butas sa telang itim na tumatalukbong sa himpapawid
At sa bawat minutong nagdadaan may tila bang may naglalaro sa balabal ng karimlan
Tila may kutsilyong pumupunit sa alapaap para makasilip ang liwanag
Ngunit muling isasara ang tastas na nagawa sa segundong ito'y nagsimulang bumuka

May mga bulalakaw na nagpakita.

Tayong limang nakahilata sa kamang kayumanggi na sinapinan ng damo
Agad-agad tumingala sa pag-asang tayo'y makakahiling sa mga nauupos na bato
Ang saglit na gumuhit ang bulalakaw ay nag-umapaw tayo sa tuwa
Halata ang paniniwala sa pamahiing matutupad ang pangarap kapag humiling ka
Sa isa't kalahating segundo na iyon na nagising ang ating mga diwa
Ang mga daliri ay nakaturo sa nagdaang hulagway na hindi na maibabalik

Sabay-sabay tayong pumikit.

At sa pagbukas ng mga bintana patungo sa ating mga kaluluwa
Ang isa sa atin ay nagreklamo; "Hindi ko nakita!"
At sa kanyang pagsamo sa uniberso na magbigay pa ng pagkakataong humiling
Paghalakhak at malarong panunukso ang nakuha niya mula sa atin
Habang ang mapangilabot na simoy ng hangin ay humaplos sa ating mga katawan
At ang katatawanan ay napalitan ng isang tanong walang kasiguraduhan:

"Kailan kaya ulit mangyayari 'to?"

Na tayo ay magkakasama sa isang pagkakataong
Walang inaalalang pagsalansang ng mundong hindi tayo
Na ang tanging balabal na bumabalot sa ating mga puso ay ang yakap natin sa isa't-isa
Na ang kalinawan ng ating mga isip ay nagiging malaya
Magpakita lagpas pa sa pagkislap sa gilid ng balintataw ng mata
Na kung saan, tayong matatalik na magkaibigan,

Tayo ay masaya.

Sa bawat pilit na pag-alpas natin mula sa bisig ng nakaambang
Mapanglaw na kinabukasan, tayo'y palaging magtatagpo dito
—Hindi ko sinasabing sa plazang ito kung saan ang usok ng sigarilyo ay lumulunod sa baga,
Kung saan ang mga punong nakahilera ay nakahubad at dayupay,
Kung saan lingid ang ating kagustuhan gawing tirahan ang tinalikdang plaza na ito—
Kung hindi, dito! Sa pagkakataong busilak ang tawanan at totoo ang ating pagkakaibigan

Sa huling pagkakataon tumingala tayo.

Lubusin natin ang pagkakataong kinakalmot ng mga anghel ang kalangitan
Magpakasasa tayo sa saglit na pinatotohanan natin ang pamahiin
Na kapag humiling ka sa bumabagsak na bituin ito'y magkakatotoo
Na inuulok natin ang isa't-isa ipikit ang mga mata sa bawat ilaw na gumuguhit
Sa himpapawid na madilim na mamaya ay babalik sa maulap na umaga
At sa nagbabadyang pagtatapos ng pag-ulan ng ilaw at muling pagbukas ng ating mga mata

Hanggang sa huling bulalakaw,

Kaibigan,

**humiling ka.
Read more of my works on: brixartanart.tumblr.com
I went above the roof of my so-called humble home;
Don't think I'm feeling lonely just because I'm alone;
My older brother is present maybe he is fast asleep;
Even my friends and loved ones have dark secrets they hide and keep;

I don't mind I have done much worst than you can think of;
Honestly, it doesn't bother me, there are many crucial problems we need to solve;
If we keep our eyes closed then yes we can smile, laugh drowning ourselves in ecstasy with bliss;
That is fine with me if everyone can do it, but if we see what is truly happening around us and we have a beating heart, tears in our very eyes would not cease;

If I just want to do what I wanted I would love to be with the girl, the woman who saved me, maybe hopefully I honestly love;
But If horrible war and all the crazy things around the world are still going on, what's the sense of everything I'll do, please enlighten me those who hear me from above, all your blessings I'll grab;

If I'll inspire the younger generation will it work?
I have already made many unacceptable things I'm worst than a ****;
If I do good or bad in the standard of this world could it make everyone happy and smile?
I lived in the City of smiles, but can every people be truly happy in facing life's trials?

All the ugly, disgusting things I've done whatever they are I don't deny it;
Some of it makes me stupid, a good-for-nothing fool any word you're hungry to add, no good all bad,
and at times makes me lose hope and end the very life I have;
but no I'll embrace every experience I have and endure all the aftermath and still fight, I'll never quit;

Honestly, I'm tired of pleasing people, but deep inside I want to please that girl/woman who saved me;
And most of all the one who gave me my life the one who created me;
Other people call the Father I know God or whatever any other name for the source of all creation;
So if it's fine for you, whoever reading this let me call the one who created me, my Father the one I invoke if I need immense inspiration;

Forgive me if the words I use bother anyone of you;
Yes I know, I have trouble using them, if only you have a clue;
If I'll be true in everything I do and say;
Can every ear and heart handle it? If it's the answer to every problem will you follow each step of the way?

If I'll be a righteous pious zealous man with the grace of our Creator in just one snap overnight;
Would anybody follow me and do the same and leave all the wrongdoings which are unpleasing to every sensible rational being's sight?
Yes, I know every human being have their principles, ideologies whatever philosophy in living;
But in life and death situations you can truly see if what you are looking and standing for is worth dying;

Yes, it's easy to say words, sing songs, write poems, or whatever at this time and age;
But you can only know what is true if your very life is at risk and face your life's unpleasing page;
When I was younger I easily get into a rage and make a reckless decisions;
But now I can just act like I'm angry with good intentions;

Yes at times I get ****** when someone, anyone bothers me;
And at times I get so cold everything vanishes in my sight not a single soul worth for me to see;
At times I wish this world could be a paradise once more;
But at times when I get blinded I wish this world would tremble to its very core;

The things I say may appear so vicious and malicious;
Isn't we human beings capable of that, kindly answer that, and don't be pretentious;
In my experience it is true I could do the worst possible thing I can imagine;
I don't care if you list my name in every sin;

But no I still have hope and dreams for the future of our world and every living being staying in this place we are sharing;
Who the hell I am to make a change in this world, I know one thing in the vastness of creation I am nothing;
That is why I have nothing to gain or to lose;  
I could just do nothing and be safe and wait for my story to end or simply die but now I'll be reckless and say things I bottled up, forgive me if that is what I choose;

I say these things because I see and feel what is happening here and around;
Violence is just around the corner great or small even in our very selves it can be found;
I don't say these things to put anyone down or destroy people's hope;
I just say what is true, but we need to face it and hold on to that redemptive rope;

Many of us want solutions to the problems we encounter may they be great or small;
But when the answers to the problems are facing us, some of us run and roll;
Sorry, I'll say a ***** word influenced by a well-known country;
**** it I'll spend all day writing until I'll run out of words even If I will sound crazy;

Honesty I'm not comfortable using this English language;
I love to speak in my mother tongue or just be silent but I need to do what is needed in our time and age;
Writing this, whatever you may call this would not give me anything;
but who knows it can stir something, make bells ring;

The first concern that comes to my mind is the
extreme weather and war;
Let me think about what will I talk about first
cause both things can leave bitter scars;
Many of us are always in a hurry to go somewhere;
We use and ride vehicles or any transportation that pollutes the air just to mention a few and say yes we still care;

Oh! I want to say the ***** word! but can we be true to ourselves and swear to vanish into existence or simply die?
If we including you and me human beings with our endless activities are the cause of extreme weather conditions please to ourselves don't we lie;
Can we give up the things that contribute to the devastation of our planet our home?
Or settle for a half-*** lukewarm solution and wait for the worst then we all tremble to our very bones;

Let me ask, those who have homes or shelter you frankly love to spend your time staying in every day;
What will you do if a pest or anything is destroying it I ask this nicely anyway;
Likewise our common home our planet called earth do we honestly take care?
Or just open our eyes every time there is a calamity happening anywhere;

Then close our eyes once more when it seems peaceful and calm;
Knowing we're slowly gradually contributing to our world's injury, I don't express this to everyone but maybe some;
I don't know maybe I have already done unimaginable damage to our planet;
If so I'll face any consequences but please let us do the things needed to be done before we all fall and regret;

I don't forget I'm just passing by spending some time in this world of ours;
If I ask forgiveness and do nothing to solve the problems, It's better to die or stay behind bars;
Let's not play dumb, we know we human beings are so intelligent;
Isn't human beings invented things that could destroy our world does that sound excellent?

Let us learn and go back to history what occur to that country Japan;
If that emerges once more, I don't know if we could still have some fun;
Wait I'm not done, why do we follow leaders or rulers who lead us to a pit;
I don't know if I have a leader who is like that the hell with him/her I'll quit;

Why don't those leaders fight their war and leave others be;
Imagine you're peaceful and someone bothers you or me;
They want peace and want to talk it out but they are ready to ****;
What on earth is wrong with our heads, we need to check it out is that the first thing we need to heal?

I have heard enough of myself writing in a foreign language;
With all due respect I'll use another for the next page;
Bato bato sa langit ang ma igo please wag tayo always galit;
Pasensyahi lang ko kung kis-a syado ko ka kulit kag bua-ngit kis-a gani ako yagit;

Ang panit ko medyo nang ***-om sang sulay sa adlaw;
Pero ako man kis-a maka yuhom kag ginagmay maka kadlaw;
May ti-on sang una nga ako daw isa ka patay nga ga balang-balang;
Mayu lang damu nag salbar sa akon, kag ako na banhaw kag daw alang-alang na mag talang;

Pero samtang ga ginhawa pa ako hindi ko ka hambal sang tapos;
Ka nugon sang mga tinaga kung indi mapasaburan kag mapabay-an lang nga gaka pan-os;
Sa tuod lang ka tawhay diri sa gina tiniran ko na panimalay;
Simpli lang ang kabuhi ga biya biyahi e-bike ga dul-ong sang pasahero nga ga sakay;

Sinsilyo ginagmay, biskan ang balay gani indi mani akon;
Salamat sa akon amay kag iloy daw ara lng sila gihapon;
Buenas lang ko sa mga grasya na akon na baton;
biskan wala na gani si nanay ga sulod gyapon iya pensyon;

Para sa SSS kung may sala man ko na himo ari lang ko sa balay kung ako inyo dakpon;
Kay kung mag sulod pa gihapon sa atm pwede ko pana ma gamit sa amon galastuson;
Wala ko kabalo kung inyu na gina hungod;
Bangud gatingala man ko ang grasya wala ga untat sulod;

Kay kung sa inyu layi dibala dapat wala na nga grasya ma sulod tani;
Pero kung sigihon ninyu pasulod ay ka tahum kanami;
Pero ka balo man ako damo na may ma batikos kag ma hisa;
Pasensyahi lang ako batunon ko na ang ihambalon ninyu tuod man gina paguwa sang akon dila;

Daw ka bug-at abi kung ang isa ka tawo may gina tago tago;
Amo ina nga tanan ko nga sala bahala kamo mag sintensya kay ako kadali lang mag ako;
Dumduman ko sang gamay pa ako na mana ko kay tatay nakon and iya hapo;
Medyo hubin pa ko kabalo na man ako kung ma patay ako kung diin ako ma kadto;

Sang gina ataki ako sang asthma daw ma bugto ang ginhawa kag daw ma ubos akon pwersa;
Gina hulat ko ang akon nanay nga ga langoy sa lamesa pero okay lang na siya intindihan ko na;
Natun-an ko sa kabuhi hindi man permi permi ara aton mga abyan biskan pamilya;
Amu ina sang amu to nga ti-on nag tawag ako sa kung sin-o man sa akon nag hurma nag tuga;

Kung lantawon ko gani liwat ang na tabo; akon man to sala nga ako gina hapo;
Sa bisyo ko na sigarilyo kag pahubog na inom;
Na ani ko lang mga bagay na akon gin tanom;

Amu ina mga kabataan indi manami kung inyu ma agyan ang akon na agyan;
Kay kadamo nga dalan ang akon na laktan;
May ara man kasanag kag mga matahum;
May tyempo man nga kala-in kag ka dulom;

Pero salamat sa nag patilaw sang kabuhi sa nag tuga sa akon;
Ako ari paman gasulat buhi pa man sa giyapon;
Pero balik ta sa isturya sang tyempo kag klima;
Kag kung anu anu pa ang gaka tabo isa pagid na ang mga giyera;

Sa tuod lang matyag ko ang kabuhi ko daw ako na hampangan na tripan;
Wala ko kabalo kung tungod sa mga gina sulat sulat ko, ahay ewan;
Sang una mag sulat ko kung ano ano daw wala man may ga sapak;
Pero subong ambot hindi lang ko sure daw hindi ko ka giyo kag ka palak;

Wala ko gani ka balo ngaa amu ini ang na agyan ko na direksyon;
Wala man ko ga riklamo biskan anu subong akon ma dangpan na sitwasyon;
pasalamat lang ko ka tilaw man ko mabuhi nga isa ka tawo;
Nga maka dumdum sang mga memorya kag maka paminsar sang mga bagay-bagay sa
sulod sang akon ulo;

Intindihan ko man ang iban mahambal sagi ka sulat wala mana pulos usik lang na tyempo;
Pasensyahi lang ko kay gamay lang akon kalipayan amu lang ini mahatag ko sa inyu;
Labay man lang akon na pamangkot kung ikaw abi gaan chansa kag ti-on;
Himo-on ka isa ka lider, presidente, prime minister; okon hari na may mansyon anu una mo na obrahon?

Sa mga bagay bagay kag gaka tabo sa aton subong nga panahon;
Kung kis-a gaka lipat kita biskan sa kahoy may pulos man na iya mga dahon;
Biskan ano kapa ka gamay kung kita tanan ga binuligay indi ayhan ina matawhay?
Kung ikaw abi isa ka lider okon amay nami-an kabala nga kita mag inaway-away?

Hindi ko ka intindi ngaa ang mga tawo ga pinatyanay;
Kung amu man lang ni ang bwas damlag sang mga kabataan mayu pa mag tulog na ga tulo ang laway;
Katawhay tani galing kung amu sina daw tinamad na man na daw buhi nga patay;
Dibala sang una kita tanan basi gina kugos man lang sang aton nanay okon tatay kag kung kis-a man mga tupad balay;

Ngaa dapat kung ga dako nata dapat gid bala mag dako man aton mga ulo haw?
Pyerdihon man ta gihapon sang baka kag karabaw may dala pa na sungay ka luoy man galing kis-a sa ila kung sila gina ihaw;
Sabagay ga mahal na man mga balaklon pati mga pagkaon;
Medyo maayo mana siguro ang sustansya sang utan para sa aton;

Kis-a maka hambal kita bay-e dira ang mga gaka tabo wala man ta gaka epiktohan;
Te kung ikaw gaan isa ka blessing para maintindihan mo, ibutang ka sa ma-dulom kag pwerti ka teribli na dalan sang kabuhi para ma inat imo nga paminsaron kag balatyagon kag imo ma intindihan;
Gina pangabay ko lang na imo ma sarangan ang mga leksyon sang kabuhi na tani aton tanan ma tun-an;
Buenas lang mga tawo nga permi lang sa masanag kag manami na dalan ang gina agyan, indi man siguro tanan;

Sa kadamo sang kala-inan nga na himo ko Amay nga nag tuga sa akon pasensyahi kag sintensyahi na lang ako;
Kung may butig kag indi matuod sa akon gina sulat subong maayo pa kilatan mo na lang ako;
Ako nga nag sulat sini isa ka tawo na indi perpekto sa mata sang mga tawo;
Ginoo Amay ko nga nag tuga sang akon ulo, mata, paminsaron, corazon kag ini mga kamot gabayi lang ako;

Sa kada tinaga nga ma sulat ko diri subong tani makabulig hilway sa akon kaugalingon kag balatyagon;
Kay mag abot ang ti-on na kina-hanglan ko ini balikan kag basahon may gabay na ako sa akon distinasyon;
Sa isturya na man sa akon kabuhi ang pahina parti sa gugma romantiko kag relasyon;
Sa edad ko subong na traynta-uno sa gugma
romantiko na aspeto daw bata-bata pa ako wala kabalo kung ano akon himo-on;

May ara ako na luyagan sa isa ka malayo na lugar;
Sa pwerte ka luyag ko sa iya kung kis-a wala ko kabalo kung ano obrahon ko daw indi ako mag andar;
Wala ko kabalo kung ako lang na luyag sa iya kag siya wala man ya sa akon;
Biskan gusto ko na buy-an ang luyag na akon gina dala gabalik man ako sa iya giyapon;

Ka ilinit na balatyagon nga daw ga kurog na corazon kag dughan;
Daw mahibi kung kis-a akon nga mga mata nga daw gal-um kag ga tubod na bagyo kag ulan;
Nga-a amu ini kung ma luyag-luyag ko haw kung maayo ang relasyon grabi ma hatag nga inspirasyon;
Kag kung buy-an ko na kag indi pag ibato ang sa sulod sang akon balatyagon daw delubyo ang dala kag distraksyon;

Paano ko ayhan mapa luyag sa akon ang na luyagan ko;
Tudlo-i ninyu man abi ako ga ayo ako sang sinsiro;
Okon buy-an ko na lang kag indi pag i-pilit sa iya ang kaugalingon ko;
Palihog please prangkaha na lang ako kung wala na ako pag-asa sa imo;

Ka balo man ako damo man mas responsabli nga maka palangga sa imo;
Hambali lang ko kung ano obrahon ko kay indi na ako mag sinabad sa imo;
Pero dako na salamat sa ti-on na gin bangon mo ako sa pag ka dasma nga gapa luya;
Biskan ano akon napanghimo na mga sala ara kaman giyapon naga uyat kag wala nag buya;

Pasensyahi lang akon mga tinaga kung ako daw wala sing huya;
Sa bagay kung sa mata sang mga tawo indi man ta bagay kay ikaw prinsesa ako ya kabalan na dukha;
Mabalik na man ako sulat sa ling-gwahi na hapos para sa imo ma intindihan;
Para ini sa babayi binibini sa malayo na lugar na akon na luyagan;

Not all letters at a post office are meant for everyone to read;
Not everyone in this world can make my heart and head gradually bleed;
For the woman who captured my frozen flaming heart;
From far away you are may you read this with your heart this annoying art;

If I bother you before let me do it once more;
I can't wield this feeling deep inside my core;
A woman whose 1st name starts and ends with A;
This part of this letter is for you, I'm expressing today;

Forgive me if I've been reckless and will be in my actions and words, I write and say;
The way I am now and before can you accept me I ask you in a sincere polite way;
I write this not because I'm angry or happy just trying to keep in touch;
You have made me your slave a prisoner you made me crazy in many good ways I can't say
too much;

I have nothing great to offer you to make you truly happy;
I know millions of others can love you more and you can be;
Honestly, it makes me jealous if you'll be in the arms of someone;
But I have no right to do that for in your life maybe I'm just no one;

If it is God's plan for you and me to be apart in heart be far away;
It's not God's fault or yours but mine cause many times both of you I have dismayed and maybe betrayed;
I have played the game called life and I have no cheat code to win it;
I have times I'm on the straight road and at times fall to a pit but still, I never quit;

Even a writer just can edit and at times unnecessary messages he can delete;
And a witty singer can sing passionately so bitter and at times so deliciously sweet;
You made my heart beat truly beat in a romantic sense;
And at times in your presence I feel intensely tense;

We live in a dense world full of amazing people;
But I wonder in love and madness for you I fall;
I understand and know what I need to do or my Father's/Creator's/God's call my duty to do;
But if I pour my life and my heart into you I don't ask you to do the same I don't want to control you;

Forgive me if I'm madly obsessively falling in love with you;
Correct me if I'm wrong honestly this feeling I have for you I have no clue;
All I know now about me and you without you I'm so blue;
I want to please you in every way at times I can no longer be at ease and be true;

Please tell me what I need to do to capture your heart;
Or just even give me a place there to be a part of, just even a tiny part;
If you can make me your friend honestly for me it's enough;
But if you ask my heart what it truly wants for me it will be rough;

I dream of a future for you and me to be a happy family;
But who I am in your life now I don't know I'm lost I can't see;
Just tell me sincerely if in your life I don't have a chance;
If even a small there is I could leap for joy and madly dance;

But I don't want to manipulate or control you I want you to be free;
To say and do what you want and need truly even if it's not me;
Don't worry I can take it gracefully if you reject me I'll move on;
But the blessings you gave me the hope I'll treasure it and never be gone;

Please don't think if my heart will fall into pieces I'll become a monster;
Don't worry about that God is watching me our Creator the one I call Father;
If I accept the good things in life is it not fair to accept also the little trials;
Sometimes it's also good to shed some tears and cry not every time just laugh and smiles;

I'll do everything within my capability to make this world a paradise;
But without the grace of our creator God, our common Father I'm just a foolish man not wise;
So don't worry to reject me I just want us to be free;
If only I own all the things in this world or a castle for you to be;

If that will make you truly happy how I wish I would be a king;
And make every people our family and we could share a meal a home have fun and you can sing;
I know it may sound crazy and impossible but who I am now I'm happy, a life of simplicity is simple;
One thing I remember my mother wrote a note on a book she gave me, it says always be humble;

I'm afraid to be as powerful and rich as the kings;
It's not a joke to have all that and the possibilities it brings;
One thing I know is that everything I have is temporary;
The things I have, my mind my body, talents, and everything within me;

Only by the test of time, we would know;
If we'll be blessed with old age we can still live and grow;
Forgive me if I did not sound so romantic;
At distant seas we are apart I'm not sure the whereabouts maybe the Pacific and Atlantic;

But deep inside my heart I only wish the best for everyone especially you;
If we're not meant to be for each other I'll accept it but please let us be true;
I write this part of the letter for the woman whose name starts and ends with A;
I wish the best for you and in my heart, you already have a place to stay;

I'll just end here for now but I'm not yet done;
I hope I can hear from you even if in your life maybe you want me gone;
I have nothing to offer you to truly genuinely make you happy;
But if you are already truly happy with your life I will be happy too it resonates with me;

Now, this part of the story is for everyone for a human being who has an open heart;
Can we welcome someone anyone maybe a stranger in a time so dark;
Can we replenish what is missing from someone unknown to us what they lack;
Or just ignore an unpleasant stranger in our hearts we put a block, chain it and lock;

If someone needs something to eat just to survive and be alive are we willing to give;
If a homeless hopeless stranger knocks on our door will we accept them where we live;
If someone or anyone truly essentially needs something a matter of life and death that degree of importance;
Will we give or share and sacrifice what we have even if it hurts or put a lock into our hearts and do nothing but glance;

If every open-hearted people in our world who don't want and need war will unite;
And strive extremely to heal not only our heads but also our planet and disobey those who commands us to do violent actions and senseless fight;
Will we give time or a chance a shot for that matter;
Or just go with the flow and do our day-to-day routine to obtain our bread and butter;

Is it possible for all of us just for a day or a week to have a leave like a worldwide collective vacation;
To stop and cease anything which is harming any living creature/being and let the planet breathe, maybe mother earth is already in a state of suffocation;
Or can we just sit somewhere and be still whatever you may call it prayer or meditation;
I don't know I'm just giving an idea but maybe anyone there somewhere has a better answer for an open-hearted being who is willing in listening and doing the solutions;

We can be open-hearted to listen and do what is truly needed;
I'm no genius I need everyone willing to share their solutions and answers, for now, we are alive but what can we do if we're already dead?
I've become who I am because of my relationship with our creator God or our common Father;
But before I encounter our Creator I knew him through someone in some stories or letters;

I don't know for everyone but in my life experience it was the man called Jesus Christ;
Who let me have a glimpse of the source of all creation which is unexplainably nice;
I do some methods or ways trying hard to follow that man's footsteps and maybe accidentally;
  I have tasted and touched the one called infinite;
If I'll put into words what I've experienced it will be indefinite;

Everything pleasingly beautiful that I have made I can't make any of it just by using my wit;
But for the wrong ways and decisions, I have chosen it was my own will I will not deny it or disown it;
I don't know and will not assume anything about anyone practicing being still;
But one thing I know is we are all created by the same unfathomable Being for me that is real;

In this lifetime of mine I have experienced indescribable things I need not say;
But I thank you our common Father the Creator of all for the chance to live even this very moment and all the nights and days;
By the way, I know people are confused and fight because of what they believe or their religion;
If a person has a sincere conviction on what they know or believe they will have a clear vision;

So if it's the end times we are living in now will it change the way we are because of fear;
And if it is not will we just do anything that pleases us even if we hurt and harm others who are dear;
I won't stop anyone to be fearless but please can we human beings be harmless;
I have no right to say this I know in my life I have hurt and harmed someone I'm that careless;

If only we could open our hearts and not give them a lock;
And fill which have empty and shower them with what they lack;
May it be physically, emotionally, spiritually, or psychologically on any aspect of a human being;
I know things seem so hard but if we have an open mind and heart dark skies and times will be brightly shining;

I know whomever we believe or know the one who Created us all will not abandon us;
For the gifts, we have like talents, knowledge, wisdom, and many more given by our Creator I still have faith in humanity and especially in our common Father God I trust;
I always remind myself in the vastness of creation I'm just a speck of dust;
Even that man of steel in a children's story has a weakness like steel eaten by rust;

So if it's a must to open and stretch our minds and hearts then put away those locks;
For the time is ticking for all of us we better spend it wisely and set our clocks;
Set aside or sacrifice anything that blocks us to reach a common goal;
Then if possible we all communicate, and cooperate for the common good of all;

I wish and dream we can all have an open mind and heart to lift one another;
This is a wish coming from an ordinary child-man who already lost his biological father and mother;
Will it be beautiful before we end our life's stories this world will be so much better;
And the next generation will no longer need to read this lengthy letter;
KRRW Aug 2017
Putik
na nabuo
mula sa luha
at alikabok.



Bulaklak
ng damo
na tumubo
sa puntod.



Isang  munting
uod.



Isang butil
ng
pulang buhangin.



Bato
sa kabundukan
na tinutunaw
ng hangin.



Pulubi
sa daan
na namamalimos
sa mga
matang piniringan.




Asin
sa basong
walang takip.



Panyo
sa upuan
na pinakupas
ng tubig-ulan.




Munting ilaw
na sumisilip
sa silid-piitan.




Isang sulat
ng pamamaalam
na nakaipit
sa pintuan.



Pahina
ng kalendaryo
na nakaligtaang
pihitin.



Kandila
sa dilim
na nakikipaglaro
sa mga
anino.


Kabibe
sa tabing-dagat
na walang
laman.




Mga tunog
na walang
huni
at nagsisilbing
musika
para sa
mga bingi.



Hibla
ng buhok
sa ibabaw
ng gitara.



Antipara
na nakapatong
sa lamesa.




Pakpak
ng tutubi
na tinupok
ng gasera.



Isang tuyong
dahon
na sumabit
sa bintana.


Langaw
na nabitag
sa sapot
ng gagamba.



Kutsara
sa tabi
ng basag
na pinggan.



Mga basang
uling
sa hulmahan.



Katahimikan.



Usok
na humahalik
sa kalawakan.
Written
27 December 2014


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
CC Aug 2017
Ang husay ng iyong gawa na idadamot ng aking mga kamay
Hindi ito pusong o sumpong pero ako’y naniniwala na hanga ako
Paano na mas matalas ang iyong lapis kumpara sa akin?
Wala na bang masasabi?
Ang pangarap nakatago sa likod ng alapaap
Ang lilim ay parang dating kaibigan na nagkimkim ng aking mga kamay
Pero kailangan maghiwalay, dahil sa mga masasamang damo
Maganda ang itsura, may dating. Masaya manira ng tama
Mag-asim ang gatas ng ating mga anak
Hawak-hawak mo ang aking mga kamay
Itaga ko para mabigay sa iyo ang nagbibigay buhay sa utak ko
Kunwari hindi lumipad sa malayo ang aking mga pilik-mata
Kunwari lumipas ang minuto kesa sa panahon
Malupit ang oras sa kwento ng bata
Masakit tignan na malayo ang mga pinagasa
Sungkitin mo ang mga iniisip ko
Matigas ang ulo
Ihukay ang masasamang damo
Parang maliit na bulaklak lang
Sayangin ang buhay na hindi nagbibigay buhay
Clara Mar 2022
Simula sa araw na ito,
Hindi na kayo pwedeng tumawa, magalit at malungkot,
Hindi na kayo pwedeng makadama ng kahit ano mang emosyon,
Emosyong nagpapakita ng kahirapan, kahinaan, pagkatanda at pagkapagod,
Huwag kang magsasayang ng hininga sa mga letrang alam **** wala namang makakarinig,

At kapag nilabag mo ang isa sa aking mga utos,
Tumayo ka sa sulok,
Ipikit mo ang iyong mga mata,
At harapin mo ang dilim na sa iyo’y lumalamon,
Patungo sa apoy ng impyerno,

At kapag naramdaman mo ang init ng apoy na sayo’y sumusunog,
Pinapayagan na kitang sumigaw,
Sumigaw sa taas ng iyong mga baga,
Palabas ng apoy na nagbabaga,
Patungo sa mga tenga ng mga taong sabi mo’y iyong mga kaibigan at kakilala,

Ngunit huwag kang aasa na ika’y aming sasagipin,
Hindi ka naming aangatin,
At mas lalong hindi ka naming ililibing,
Sa mga lupaing,
Pati ang mga damo ay ayaw kang tanggapin,

At kung ayaw **** maging tulad ng taong iyan,
Bumuo ka ng bahay,
Gamit ang mga bagay na iyong natutunan,
Bumuo ng bahay,
Gamit ang mga bagay na naiwan ng mga mananampalataya,

Ang mga mananampalataya na nagpasabog ng mga bomba,
Upang ingud-ngod sa aming mga mukha,
Na kami’y mga anak ng mga makasalanan,
Pinanood naming maging abo ang aming mga ari- arian,
Sa isang pitik ng kasinungalingan,

Pinanood naming ang mga pinto, mga libro, mga litrato na masunog at madurog,
Nadurog sa sunog ang lahat ng aking minamahal, pinapangarap at hinahanap,
Inalis nila sa aming mga mukha ang kasiyahang panandalian lamang nadama,
Tinanggal nila sa aking katawan ang pangalang minsan na sa akin ay kumilala,

"Ako ay taong makasalanan,
sige,
eto na lang,
totoo naman,
kaya sapat na,"

At kung ayaw **** maging tulad ng taong iyan,
Magtrabaho ka ng mabuti,
At kapag naramdaman mo ang dugo na tumutulo mula sa iyong ulo hanggang paa,
Ipunin mo ito sa isang timba,
At ibuhos mo doon sa nayong nagbabaga

At kapag wala ka nang malanghap kundi ang usok at ang masangsang na amoy,
Hanapin mo ito sapagkat ito raw ang amoy ng mga patay na pangarap at sigaw ng mga bata,
Na sabi nila, ikaw raw ang may sala,

Ikaw ang may sala,
taong makasalanan,

Taong makasalanan,

“Mahal Kita,
Tutulungan Kita,
Pangako,
Patawad,

Paalam,”

Dagdag na utos sa paaralan:

Huwag kang maniniwala sa mga salitang inuulit- ulit pa,
Sa mga salita ng sumasamba sa kasinungalingan,
Dahil sa oras na mabuhay ang mga patay,
Hindi ikaw ang una nilang papapasukin sa pinto...


Ang pagpapalit ng administrasyon ng paaralan:

Iguhit ninyo ang inyong palad ang inyong mga hangad at pangarap,
Gamitin ang dugo na lalabas sa tenga at mga mata,
Gamiting pang pinta ang kada hibla ng iyong patay na buhok,
At kapag ubos na ang likido mo sa iyong buong katawan,

Ngumiti,
Tumingala,
Buksan ang pinto,
Kasabay ang pag sabi ng mga katagang:
“Ang makabagong paaralan ng mga nawawala’t hinahanap”
The poem was written when I was in ninth grade as a school requirement. I used to study in a Catholic School and I didn't like the way we were censored and choked to perfection. The head of the school got replaced as I was writing the poem. They packaged every change as remodeling for the better.. it wasn't.
L S O Oct 2017
Ang salita ng hari ay apoy
na nagpapainit sa pugon
ng kawalang-katarungan,
nagpapakulo sa bituka
ng balikong lipunan

kung saan ang kampeon
ng disiplina
ay nagiging kampon
ng pagmamalabis,
at ang pagtakbo ng hustisya
ay nauungusan na
ng pagtakbo ng mga nasisiil.

At sa gitna ng kaguluhan,
sa gitna ng katahimikan
ng karamihan,
mas lumalakas ang loob
ng masasamang-loob,
at lalong lumalago
ang masasamang damo.

Sindilim na ng gabi
ang tanghaling tapat,
sa panganib na ngayo'y
wala nang pinipiling oras

at ang buhay na iyong
pinagkaingat-ingatan,
baka bukas sa kalsada'y
isang mantsang pula na lamang.
kingjay Dec 2018
Tinik sa dibdib, tali sa puso'y pinaghihigpitan
Sa alambreng bakod di na makawala
yung pulang tubig lang aagos
Napuno ng kabanalan, kasunod ay kasawian

Ibuhos ang isang daang karayom sa nakatiwalwal na mga sugat
Tusok sa balat ay ang kirot na lalong tumitindi nang walang kapahingahan

Mabangis na  mga pangil sa talahiban nakatago
Wasiwas ng damo binabantayan
Mahinahon na inaabangan
Mas masahol pa sa tuklaw ng sundo ni Kamatayan

Ang kaantukan ay sumagi sa ulo
Pangambang nangangahulugan
Habang puyat na bumangon

Sa dulo ng dapithapon nagsisi-awitan ang mga ibon ay may bagong silang na paraiso
Isama na at huwag pabayaan
Lahat ay humayo
g clair Mar 2014
have you ever felt shot into space
with nothing to hold to without any trace
of the one who was always around
who could laugh really hard and without any sound

and you fear that someday he will see
that you're mind is a strange one indeed, yet it's free!
to be up in the air and then down
hear that music that plays like a carnival sound

and it's something that's deep in your soul
from the day you first met he's been making you whole
cause he won't let you feel afraid,
fix you up when you're ****** and knows his first aid

Five of us kids to take care of
and all within seven short years
Leno then Beano then Bonzo then Labo then Damo
all laughter and tears.

It seems that we share the same feelings
about our ol' dad, and it's said
much better to share them while we are alive
than to wait until after we're dead.
  
and so I will write about Daddy
and because I am long with my word
my poems I will say can go on for a day,
and a night or so that's what I've heard.

To Tony, Loretta would cater
she cooked for the man who would date her
they married and so, and what do you know
three children would come along later.

Born October two four, nineteen hundred
and twenty eighth year of our Lord
at home, the first child of Tony and Rhetts
baby Vinny, was cut from the cord.

This sweet little Vincent Morrone
raised up in by my Nonna and Tony
quickly stuck in his ways, from the start of his days
and could size up the truth from a phony.

He grew up in old Jersey City
where he polished the width of his witty
had a sister named Claire who remembers him there
dear old dad, handsome lad, and she's pretty.

Their brother was born sometime later
our sweet uncle Jerry Morrone
Handsome and good and well liked in the hood
got those genes and that same funny bone.

 After Highschool, staff sergeant in Air Force
guiding take offs and landings, his post
Four years of St Pete, put him smart on the street  
and he left for the likes of our coast.

He was offered a job down in Jackson
elementary dear Watson, it's said
he would fall for another young teacher, a screecher
whose sassiness got to his head

He married our mother, that's Jacquie
they really were some kind of a pair
she knew he was smart, liked his looks and his heart
and respected the good that was there.

So five days a week Dad would teach
and he liked those nine months of the year
but he lived for the summers at Jenkinson's beach
where that salt water pool was so clear.

in a torn old white sweatshirt and plaid shorts
he was sharing a Bud at the fence
loved his mower and pool, and that backyard was cool
much more like a park, you would sense.

we know how he hated the gurlic
and that onions would just make him hurlick
my mother would never use any such thing
he could drive her to sing like Steve Urlick.
( did I do that?)

No qualms about eating cold hotdogs
and cheddar in chunks from red foil
liked his eggplant cut thin, and his gravy could win
a blue ribbon, the secret? No spoil!!

Could deliver a joke like Bob Newhart
or a pun just for fun was sublime
he was always aware, but for crowds, didn't care
unless it was harmony time.

Best one on one at a party
but the life when it came to his cracks
made small talk okay, but preferred just to stay
to the side and be watching the acts.

Old Spice and that weekender stubble
did his thing and his speaking was soft
he was never a man to cause trouble
but he'd tell you when something was off.

McDonalds and corn on the cob
smoked a pipe, did not curse, and was never a slob
though I know he was not always neat
he was clean, never smelled, never spit in the street.

taught us never to take wooden nickels
and he loved a fresh jar of those kosher dill pickels
drove a large Orange bug in the day
with a driver side  SPEBSQSA

he wiped off my face with his thumb
that he'd lick first to clear away jelly and crumb
and he'd always be there in a pinch
if I needed his help, he was there, not a Grinch!

He was always the Good Humored one
bought us Ice cream and took us to places for fun
an occasional "word to the wise
you've cashed in your chips
and don't hand me your lies."

and the one who would walk me not once
but twice down the aisle of heartache and gloom
as a wife I have failed, a dunce
yet dismissing that elephant out of the room.

and tried not to laugh at my lot
at my barrenness, troubles and all of that snot
took me back to this place for some peace
never charged me a dime, not a landlord with lease
but a man with the mercy he knows
he understood sometimes that's just how life goes

and suddenly everything's changed
I am fifty two times around, feeling deranged
and it's not because I need a crutch
feeling lost in this world  
which I've lived in and such

but that I have been shot into space
having lost what I loved, it's my dad's loving face
and I'm here in the house that he bought
it's the one where we loved and the one where
we fought

and I cried here at length at the table
feeling shot into space, as if I am unable
to cope with the loss of my dad,
with the loss of his smile  and the voice that he had

and the place that he had in my life
in my heart....in my head...in my mind...So I climbed
to room where my dear daddy slept
and I laid on that bed and I wept and I wept
feeling shot into space I recalled that man's face
and I reached for the  tissues he kept in that place

and in one second flat, as I blew
from the nose of his likeness,  I knew and it's true
I was beamed back from space
into someone's embrace
and believe me, as if my dad knew...

For my father was known to be punny
always quick with the wit, such a honey
he would tell me to write, for it was his delight
that his children were his kind of funny.

I am never to think I am odder
for I am what I am, my dad's daughter
I hear distant strumming and now my dad humming
the theme song from Welcome Back Kotter.

http://youtu.be/5VlGyMG0ksg
My dad was a teacher and enjoyed music, jokes, puns, crow sounds, barbershop harmony, golfing, wearing certain colors which made him look good,  his own family, grandchildren, crossword puzzles. spy novels, movies. hotdogs, eggplant parm, radio talk shows, good food at the same restaurant, the Chapter House. Singing Barbershop harmony a tear jerker song or movie, peace and quiet. mowing the lawn and working in the yard, his car, a little whiskey sour or a cold Bud in the summer. BBQ out back. Football. Baseball. Ice cream. root beer floats. smoked a pipe ( the smell of sweet pipe tobacco still reminds me), applesauce with cinnamon , apricot jam, my cookies.  etc.
70 anyos ka don gakabuhi
Sugod sang mabun-ag diri tubtob nagradwar sa UP
Halin sang magkapamilya asta sa pulitika ginpili

43 ka tuig ka don nga pulitiko
Nagserbisyo sg mayo kg wala eskandalo
Ang ngalan malimpyo kg palangga sg tawo

32 anyos don ang buluthuan nga imo ginpatindog
Ang CapSU-Dumarao nga padayon nagapanikasog
Madamo na ka beses nga ginbagyo kg ginlinog

20 ka gobernador na sang ikaw magpungko
Ugaling ikaw guid ang may nabuligan sg damo
Gani para sa akon ikaw ang “Kampeon sg mga Capizeño”

13 ka president don ang imo naagyan
Sugod sa ti-on sg ikaduha nga digmaan
Asta sa ti-on sg tadlong nga dalan

2 na ang binalaybay nga halad ko sa imo
Kay ikaw indi guid madula sa akon painu-ino
Gob. Tanco, ikaw sa guihapon ang akon idolo!

1 duman ini ka maragtason nga ti-on
Kay ang Amay sg CapSU-Dumarao ara sa guihapon
Nagbuylog kg nagtambong sa amon pagtililipon!

-10/14-15/2014
(Dumarao)
*for Gob. Tanco’s 70th Birthday
My Poem No. 270
Marge Redelicia Feb 2014
ibinuhos ko ang aking damdamin
sa pagbabakasakaling
lahat nito, iyong sasaluhin
pero hindi
natapon lamang at
maiiging sinipsip ng lupa;
nagpatubo ng isang damo,
isang munting makahiya.

ang aking damdamin
ay lubos lang nasayang,
pero wala ka namang nalalaman.
nasa akin lang ang hinayang.
052824

Sa tuwing hinahagis ko
Ang aking sarili Sa’yong harapan,
Ay nais kong isakatapuran Mo rin
Ang bawat pangakong inilathala’t
Ipinagtibay ng dugong dumanak sa Krus.

Sa tuwing kumukulimlim na
Ang aking mga mata’y
Gusto kong magtago Sa’yong lilim
At doon ang aking pahinga.

Isisigaw ko ang lahat ng aking pangamba
At lulusawin ng pag-ibig Mo
Ang bawat tinik na pumipigil sa’kin para huminga.

At kung pupwede lang
Na patigilan Mo ang bawat ritmo ng oras
Upang panandaliang maibsan ang aking pangungulila —
Kung pwede lang sana.

Sa mga buhangin ng aking pagkukunwari’y
Kusa Mo akong aanyayahan
Sa malalim at malawak **** karagatan.
At kailan nga ba ako matututo?
Kailan nga ba kita masisilayan
At massasabi nang aking mga mata’y
Ikaw ang tanging totoo?

Nasasabik ako
Sa tuwing sasalubungin Mo ako ng pag-asa
At kalakip pala ng pagtiklop ng bawat umaga’y
Ang yakap **** mainit
Na tumatawag sa’kin na mas piliin pa ang malalim.

Taliwas sa aking sariling prinsipyong
Binahiran ng mga haka-haka
Ang kapangyarihan ng tunay na pananampalataya.
At Sa’yo pala mawawalang bisa
Ang bawat kuro-kurong
Hinayaan kong magsilbing masasamang damo
Sa hardin ng aking pagkatao.

Ngayo’y bubuksan kong muli
Ang aking pintuan
At wala nang iba pang makagagapi
Sa Tinig **** ginawa ko nang pader
At pugad ng aking bukas
Na Sa’yo ko lamang iniaalay.
Michael Joseph Nov 2018
Ito ang huling hapon ng mga alaala,
kupas na larawang sinikap maipinta
mga araw at gabing lipas na ng panahon
sa pag-indayog ng abo, at pagkaway ng damo
paalam sa mga nakaraang siphayo
paglubog ng araw, at ang buwan ng pag-ahon
sa hapon, at sa paglamon ng dilim sa liwanag
ang pagwaksi sa sariling naging duwag

Tapusin na ang dalita sa iyong gunita
Mga araw na unos ng paghihikahos
pagkapaos sa bigong pagsusumamo
sapagkat ito ang oras ng pag-agos
pagdaloy ng tubig, pagpawi sa kapos
sa agos, sa pagpaparaya, sa mga alaala

Bagamat tayo ay binuo ng mga pagsubok
at may mga lamat ng pagkapusok
alalahanin, tayo ay mga piraso
ng isang buong sining ng Maylikha
pagsamasamahin, tayo ay buo
magkakahiwalay man ay nabubuklod
hangaring mabuti ang maglingkod.

Simula
Michael Joseph Aguilar Tapit
Kinuha ako sandali upang malaman ang magagandang salita
palakihin ang ulan sa aking bintana
at seksing ngayon ay nasa tub ako na pinipigilan
ang on-sale na Bordeaux na nagkukunwaring
upang maiayos nang maayos ako ay nasa totoong iyon
jazz **** minsan tumatakbo ako sa mga kalye
minsan pinapatakbo nila ako ako ang katawan
ng reyna ng aking hood napunan
may masamang alak masamang gamot mu shu baboy
sakit beats ano pa ang masasabi ko sa iyo
Binubuksan ko ang aking mga naka-istilong binti Nakukuha ko ang aking swagger
pabalik hayaan ang mga lalaking may gintong ngipin na yumuko sa aking mga suso
at ang mga paltos sa aking mga paa ay nagiging kuryente ako
Ako ay isang patch ng damo ang mga mahigpit na ugat
tumawag ka sa bahay o kapatid kung nais mo
Maaari kong guluhin ang iyong mga mata na gumawa ng hip-hop na mamatay muli
Nasa babaeng babaeng **** ako bago ako mag-break
ang leeg ng bote ay ibinuhos ko ng kaunti: Nabagsak ako
kun nakag yakan la it mga bungbong
damo na ada't ira igsusumat
kun nakabati man hit mga pulong
kun nahibaro la unta magsurat.

kun nakakita la hira hit kabutangan
ngan nakaabat hit dinara
ha inaabat nga kapaitan
matatalwas pa ba?

nagugupong an huna-huna
naghuhuot an dughan
kalipayan nga ungara
di na ada makikit-an.

pero kay dire man
asya dire nala igsisiring
nakagapos ha kamingawan
ha hangin nala ighuhuring.

🍃
Ryan O'Leary Nov 10
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                          Mono Sanitised Media

I am frequently asked, Ryan, what is your news source,

you have a very different interpretation of world affairs

than the majority of people? Before I delve into replying

first I feel it necessary to let you know that I am and have

been a (organic) vegetarian for almost forty years now.

Perhaps you are wondering what this has to do with my

daily diet of political commentary and current international

affairs. Well, right now this minute 17:42 pm 10/11/2024

I am house minding in Bourn Cambridgeshire. There is a

local shop, but it is not organic, so, I go by bus twice each

week to Cambridge where there is an organic store and

also bio-bread, I like sourdough brown heavy bread, not

the anaemic sliced impersonated supermarket *******.

We are getting close to an answer now, bear with me SVP.

When I was living in Mallow County Cork, I went twice a

week to Cork city by bus or train (30 minutes) to buy my

groceries at Quay Co-Op which is an organic city store.

Incidentally, Cambridge is 30 minutes from Bourn also.

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Ok, here we go. Just as there is nothing in supermarkets

for me ( with the exception of toilet paper ) I can say the

same about Main Street Media. I am now going to give

you a shopping list of my media preferences. But do be

aware, just as I have to put a ruck sack on my back and

go search for organic produce, the same applies to these

names I am about to give you.

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Democracy Now

Eoin Jones

John Meirsheimer

New Atlas

Dialogue Works

Max Blumenthal

Middle East Eye

Kernow Damo

Through The Eyes Of

Scott Ritter

Colonel Douglas MacGregor

Norman Finkelstein

Noam Chomsky

Redacted

Chris Hedges

Judge Napolitano

Lowkey

George Galloway

Ezra Levant (Rebel News)

Eva Bartlet (Electronic Intifada)


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Ps

I can tell a MSM person in 30 seconds of meeting one and in

case you happen to not know what MSM actually is, then you

will never comprehend why non pesticide herbicide fungicide

food is so important to me, but do be aware that we are what

we think every bit as much as what we consume. Let me start

you off by asking you to google Eva Bartlet and read what WIKI

has to say abut her, then try M.O.A.T.S. which is well worth

subscribing to, Mother Of All Talk Shows, George Galloway.


Ps x 2

Hopefully this answers your question.

Ps x 3

The only piece of literary value in most

MSM is the date.

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