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iamtheavatar Oct 2016
Lubhang mapanganib
ang sinumang daig
ng isang dayuhan umibig
sa 'di sinilangang bayan.

O, anong poot at sigalot
ang kanyang itinanim
sa Kaluntiang nagbigay-lilim
sa kanyang murang katawan,
Upang silaban at yurakan
ang kabanalan ng kasarinlan

Ang magkapatid ng pisi
ay 'di dapat magtunggali,
Ngunit ang isang bayaran
ay masahol pa sa kawatan

Kaya ako'y nananawagan
sa maringal kong Haring Bayan,
O, kanyang tipunin
Mga anak ng Dakilang Lahi,
Handang paglingkuran
ang lupang kinamulatan

Pagkat ang aking lupang kinamulatan
ay isang makatang manunulat,
Siya ay bukal ng kaluwalhatian,
Angkan ng kayumangging balat

Samakatuwid, bigyang pansin
ang nagngangalit na damdamin
ng Sinaunang Mandirigma,
Sa awit ng himagsikan
dumaloy ang himig ng dangal,
At sa kalupkop ng kanyang sandata
lumigwak ang kagitingan
magpasahanggang kamatayan,
Sa ngalan ng kalayaan

**iamthe_avatar ©2016
A poem for the great Filipino people.
iamtheavatar Mar 2014
O sinisinta,
bayaan mo akong
ika’y ibigin,

Hinihiling ko lang
na ika’y
mapasa-akin,

Sa Diyos,
pag-ibig mo’y
aking panalangin,

Gumuho man
ang mundo’y,
di ko aalalahanin!

Parang kay tagal ng oras
‘pag hindi kita kasama,
Ngunit kay bilis lumipas
‘pag sayo’y napalapit na.

Bawat araw na ginawa ng
Maykapal ay nasa isip ka,

O Pag-ibig ng buhay ko,
Ito na nga’y
tunay na pagsinta!

Ibig kong malaman
**** ika’y
aking sinisinta,

Laman
sa mga
panaginip’t
hanap-hanap ng
aking
mga mata,

Hindi mo man paniwalaa’y
aking uulit-ulitin,

Sa puso ko’y
ikaw
at walang
ibang
umaangkin.

**iamthe_avatar ©2010
This poem tells a story of young man expressing his innermost feelings to his beloved.
iamtheavatar Jun 2014
Do not arouse or awaken love
until it so desires.

**iamthe_avatar ©2014
Excerpt from Song of Solomon.
iamtheavatar Feb 2015
The
one place
where I can finally
hear my
thoughts.

**iamthe_avatar ©2015
iamtheavatar Apr 2016
We are all hypocrites,
passionate on
crime, ***, and drama

We are all hypocrites,
building our
two-dimensional dioramas

We think fast,
our half-witted brains
conniving

We talk fast,
our foolproof tongues
praising

We love to hate others,
and bask in the glory
of their demise

We hate to love our brothers,
for all our speeches
are mem'rized

Stepping stones from naivety
Our vainglorious insanity
Romanticizing reality

The hand that
feeds us
is our enemy

When will this stop?

**iamthe_avatar ©2016
Note to self.
iamtheavatar May 2014
I hear the ocean make music
Like the rustling of autumn leaves
The sound of them gently rubbing
As she swept my heart like a wind

Singing every word she breathes
Upon a haystack full of needles
With no rhymes, nor pauses
Neither masquerading riddles

Simple and unassuming
She is a beautiful mess
My heart keeps swooning
But I couldn’t care less

Her flaws are fascinating
Like ribbons on her sleeves
Her charm is perfume
Her name is a spell

A graceful soul I see
Inside a feeble shell
To me she’s one and only
And that I can tell

My heartbeat thunders
And chased her nightmares
Like aquamarine
Calm and serene

A thousand, ten thousand words
Isn’t enough to create one phrase
But surely, I wrote a love song for two
Must I recalibrate, I can’t undo

**iamthe_avatar ©2014
iamtheavatar May 2015
You are not beaten
Your strength isn't broken
Your heart keeps beating

Have faith

When your ears start to get numb
By the sound of a thousand cries
And your knees can't lift you up

Look up

A glimpse of hope there is
When mountains fall around you
And the grounds below cut open
Nothing will shake your courage

Nothing will

This is something to remind you
When the earth forgets your name
At the roundabout of time

Look up

Behind the clouds where
The sun shines brightest
Streams of dreams endure  
At the top of the mountains

**iamthe_avatar ©2015
Pray for Nepal.
iamtheavatar Jan 2017
Saint or sinner?
Jekyll or Hyde?
I gotta choose one.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
iamtheavatar Feb 2015
the unseen beauty
lies in the eyes of the blind
—though no sight at all

**iamthe_avatar ©2015
My first ever haiku!
iamtheavatar Jan 2015
Listen* to what I'm about to tell you,
Because this matter is very important
For it will give you great advantage on
How to write a poem

Put your right hand against your forehead,
Make sure the dorsal surface touches it
Now make a rightward circular motion;
Because your head's been aching for hours

Apply more pressure to your massage
As you squeeze your nape up and down
Then make circular neck motions—to the left; to the right
Whilst you look for the menthol liniment

And now you've found your relief formula;
Which caused you more harm than good
Because your bedroom is a jungle—
Full of mysterious creatures and uncharted places

Now open the lid and pour a little amount
On your left palm, and rub vigorously
With your right hand, and massage gently
Your frontal lobe; apply more if necessary

Now wait just for a couple of minutes
Notice that the heat is starting to permeate;
And your mind begins to take a deep breath
From its calming and soothing effect

And now you're feeling a whole lot better
You're acting like a normal person again
And now you're ready to write your poem
If all else fails, repeat everything from step one

**iamthe_avatar ©2015
Steps on how to write a poem.
iamtheavatar Jun 2014
A thousand times I have failed,
still Your mercy remains.

**iamthe_avatar ©2014
Excerpt from Hillsong United's "From the Inside Out".
iamtheavatar Nov 2016
There are two things
In this world
I can't live without–

Pizza and you

For you are
Like pizza,
The most wonderful
Creation of all!

No matter how
It looks like,
I love the way it is
Just like you!

No matter how
It tastes like,
I love the way it is
Just like you!

[pause]

There are two things
In this world
I can't live without–

But if I were to choose:

I will definitely
Choose pizza
Over you!

**iamthe_avatar ©2016
iamtheavatar Jun 2014
So pure and so white,
the perfume of the mountains.

**iamthe_avatar ©2014
iamtheavatar Nov 2016
This world is but a graveyard
Of kings and kingdoms
Of philosophers and freemen
Of sacrilegious arrogance

For we live in a vast wasteland
Of prospectors and merchants
Only a few steps from oasis
Battling for a distant mirage

Humans are mere beasts
Like hyenas and lionesses
Fighting for supremacy
In this endless ephemerality

**iamthe_avatar ©2016
Thoughts about life.
iamtheavatar Jun 2014
Better* is an *unborn infant
than a lonely old fool.

**iamthe_avatar ©2014
Based on Ecclesiastes 4.
iamtheavatar Apr 2017
How shall I describe thee?
Oh, Venzerie.

Your eyes are like sunsets,
full of awe and mystery.
The strands of your hair
are like strings of silk and gold;
as firm as the ground,
as flowing as the river.
Your cheeks are like apples—
Well, I like apples.
Your lips are like two autumn leaves
dancing gracefully as the winds breathe.
Your teeth are like pearls washed ashore,
glistening as the sunlight bounces off.

What more shall I say?
Oh, Venzerie.

You had me with your smile
on the first day we met.

Like a moth prancing
recklessly with death;
hypnotized by the whisper
of the flame.
Like a little boy,
gazing through the window,
outside a toy store.
Like a speeding motorcycle
on an endless one-way road.

I'm smitten by the sound
of your sweet voice.

Like a weaned child sleeping
soundly in his mother's arms.
Like a seasoned boxer suddenly
out cold on the very first round.
Like a kitten placed in front of the
mirror for the very first time.

How beautiful you are!
Oh, Venzerie.

Like a calm before the storm;
an indescribable moment
of fleeting serenity.
Like an exchange of peace
inside a chapel on a good
Sunday morning.
Like a name on a coffee cup
spelled perfectly right.

Oh, Venzerie.
Your name is one-of-a-kind—
Well, I asked Google.

Like the dimples on your cheeks,
or the freckles on your face.
Like the way you laugh,
or the way you smile.
Like the way you say a word,
or the person that you are.
Everything is super!

You had me with your "Hello".
Oh, Venzerie.

My thoughts of you are many.
Surely, more than these words
that I could ever tell.
Should I make books of poetry,
surely, I'd write poems of you.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
iamtheavatar Mar 2014
Ode to Self

Walking on my own in this road to nowhere
I have thought my life was a whole lot better
Without the things that I used to consider
Superficial like love that made me bitter

Then an angel came to me in a jiffy
Dressed in golden feathers with lips like ruby
Suddenly I was enthralled by her beauty
Misery left me then came my love story

She gave me her heart and I found my shelter
At last my cry was like the rushing river
Can’t imagine why God put us together
Only to be with another’s arms sooner

It’s hard to live in the shadows of her past
Happiness gave company yet left so fast
I don’t have the clue of how long will I last
Like a fracture in a sculpture with a cast

My hopes have faded like the stars were aligned
Like prayers answered like proposals declined
Bursting with ideas from an empty mind
Beauty of irony which left them behind

I have heard limericks from my broken heart
Pieces of memories being torn apart
Mosaics of truth that built a fancy art
But I don’t want to go back from where I start

Ode to Beloved

Sassy lady how lovely you shine so bright
Blind me, come and take away my precious sight
Do you want me to go on a solo flight?
Or be a tool for another man’s delight?

Oh ears of my dearly loved can you hear me?
Draw closer to me please respond to my plea
Heed the sonata of my melancholy
It feels like I’m falling with no gravity

You‘ve lost your sight from the dimness of the dusk
You’ve fooled your own heart when you wore on that mask
Love was next to you even if you don’t ask
Like a machine with an automated task

Hey girl do you see a man from your future?
Do you know that he would stitch up your suture?
From sorrows that have caused your heart to rupture
Which made you weak and soon became your nature

If metaphors can be like reality
And reality can foresee destiny
I don’t know how happy it would be for me
If you could make sense of my allegory

Just gaze at nowhere but only in the front
Disregard the pasts that persist as they haunt
Like carcasses in graves so ghastly and gaunt
Walk with me make sure it isn’t just a jaunt

iamthe_avatar ©2010
Written in perfect Hendecasyllabic meter.
iamtheavatar Jun 2014
The death of order
is the birth of our
*******.

**iamthe_avatar ©2014
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
My heart will be forever grateful,
to all the hardships and pain—
the past and the present,
now that the future is revealed.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
Made with Creative Writer app.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
Wake up sleeper!
Your summer days are over.
Tidy up and prepare for winter,
lest you be caught off guard.

For we have a steeple with lots of faces,
and symbols and catchphrases,
and pulpits and pews

—but never a
Duluoz and Kerouac.

And do not mistake
silence for absence.
And patience for
impotence.

For just as the sun rises
from the east.
So shall justice be served
for the least.

So then, let us say:

May our days be numbered,
and our troubles few.
And may this sweet surrender
bring us life anew.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
iamtheavatar Jul 2015
How far have we come?
Our masquerading insanity,
Egotistical sensuality
We bask in the luxury
Of our miserable depravity

Tumultuous cries and sweet lies,
It's only a state of mind
We malice, not chastise,
And give birth to anarchy

The world was an empty bliss
Reveled in the vast starlit sky
Now consumed by the beast inside,
Our inglorious unbecoming

**iamthe_avatar ©2015
Note to self.
iamtheavatar Jun 2014
Numbers and lines
collide
with every
step
of your
life.

**iamthe_avatar ©2014
iamtheavatar Jun 2014
God
is love.
Whoever lives in
love* lives in
God.

**iamthe_avatar ©2014
Excerpt from 1 John 4:16.
iamtheavatar Feb 2015
Our hearts fit perfectly
Like wooden puzzle pieces
Cut from the same tree
Both have the same sadness,
Both share the same joy

Intertwined from birth,
Only but the two of us
The transliteration of our pulses
Forms the fixation of our beings;
The communication of our synapses
Pulls each other's heartstrings

No one else can feel,
Only but the two of us
The intangible connection
Between two worlds;
The eponymous heartbeats
Of our tethered hearts

May the world be my enemy,
And its chaos my sanctuary
But I'll never trade the times
For a hundred billion dimes

And if one day I lose you;
I'll borrow from the future
And lend to the past
Just to see you near me
Darling so dear; holding so fast

**iamthe_avatar ©2015
Because it's February, I will write a suitable poetry.
iamtheavatar May 2014
I saw a girl
standing on my window
The day my darling
left me to sorrow

Hey shawty,
don’t ya know
you so fly?

Lately
I’ve been thinkin’
how can I

Send my résumé
to your heart

So that
we could
never be
apart.

**iamthe_avatar ©2009
iamtheavatar Jun 2014
I call,
You answer
—and You came to my
rescue.

**iamthe_avatar ©2014
Excerpt from Hillsong United's "Came to the Rescue".
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
Let Love
be the only name
of your every heartbeat.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
iamtheavatar Nov 2016
I'm thinking about you.
In prose and ballads,
I'm writing words I know
I can't personally tell you.

I know we're not
Friends or even acquaintance,
But I can't help looking
At the pictures of you.

I know it sounds crazy
But I assure you,
Nothing is crazier
Than what you did to me.

I want you.

**iamthe_avatar ©2016
A poem for a woman I met on Tinder.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
This life.

Nothing more
than dust and dirt.
Nothing more
than a pause for breath.

Yet You chose to speak
to these skin and bones.

Selah

Speak Lord.

Let Your voice
touch this weary heart.
Let Your Spirit
pour like eternal rain.

Selah

Speak Lord.
When these lips
don't know how to praise.

Speak Lord.
When these hands
are too heavy to raise.

Speak and set me ablaze.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
iamtheavatar Dec 2016
Temptations
come with a price,
just like roses have
thorns.

**iamthe_avatar ©2016
iamtheavatar Jun 2015
Gazing* into the void—

with his pen going
to and fro onto a blank page:
just like two lovers
kissing each other,
repressing a momentary qualm,
exhuming the extravagant proof
of their existence

—is the writer,

lashing out
every synapse of his brain

for nothing.
Nothing.

**iamthe_avatar ©2015
Scriptwriting.
iamtheavatar Nov 2016
Love.* I just saw her.
I did not know anything about her.
But I knew she was the one.
Yet I did not listen to my heart.

And then I met someone.
Still my heart's not at home.
And as days turn to months,
Now I'm back on my own.

And so after two years...

Love. I just saw her. Again.
I still don't know anything about her.
But I know she is the one.
And now I'll be listening to my heart.

Love is her name.

Oh how I always feel uneasy,
When I think about her.
She does not even know me.
But my heart beats for her.

Her eyes are like pebbles,
Thrown into the water and ripples.
Her smile is like a thousand doves,
Flying through the velvet clouds.

Though we're worlds apart,
All the more I pray.
To have the courage to say,
She has taken over my heart.
On that one fine day.

**iamthe_avatar ©2016
A poem for a woman I met on Tinder.
iamtheavatar Dec 2016
I have a wound which
the eye cannot see.
Making riddles out of the obvious.
My heart yet not comprehend,
the impervious mischief of brokenness.

A splash of ennui amidst
the savoring intellect.
Listlessness and apathy
endures mortality.

My heart grew fond
of my own enmity.
Bitterness is truancy
that rivals denouement.

Oh my sweet lacksey-daisy heart,
where do I go from here?
Round and round in the roundabout.
River I kept swimming
head over heels.

I'm thinking of a thought
that I don't understand.
As soon as I admit
I'm alive, I am dead.

They say when you're lonely,
you think too deeply.
Maybe, but I don't care.

Should I go swimming?
Or should I be drowning?
I don't know the difference anymore.

White is black, black is white.
But there is no gray.

Oh my sweet lacksey-daisy heart,
do you believe me?
I don't care.

They say good things about me.
But what does it mean
to look beyond me?
I'm already in the middle,
right before I even started.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
iamtheavatar Jun 2014
To* write or not to write
—that is the question.

**iamthe_avatar ©2014
iamtheavatar Jun 2014
Your* and you're,
their and they're,
its and it's.
***!

**iamthe_avatar ©2014
iamtheavatar Dec 2016
An eye candy a day,
keeps my stressful day
away.

**iamthe_avatar ©2016
iamtheavatar Aug 2016
This poem is my presence,
In a world devoid of its quintessence

It needs not know my name,
'Cause I ain't looking for fame

I ain't looking for love,
Already got it from above

I ain't looking for gold,
'Cause ****'s free when I'm old

Neither am I looking for recognition,
'Cause I have my own mission

One's losing is another's winning,
But this oblivious planet
just keeps spinning

Why pursue something that fades,
But ignore the crisis that pervades?

We're living in a world full of baits,
Constantly making us salivate,
Towards the things that manipulate

The brittle but
truth immaculate,

Where dialectics and debates
Flourish and permeate,
But situations only exacerbate

Love now, 'til it's too late

**iamthe_avatar ©2016
A call to love.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
Of all the names ever invented,
yours is the most wonderful.
For you have taken over my heart,
and now I'm finally free.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
Made with Creative Writer app.
iamtheavatar Jun 2014
I'll always
remember the day
you took my heart
away.

**iamthe_avatar ©2014
Her name means "God is gracious".
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
Acceptance* is key.
Life is one big promenade.
A sweet reverie.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
iamtheavatar Apr 2017
If I could just live
this life again,
I shall find you
right from the start.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
Made with Creative Writer app.
iamtheavatar Dec 2016
'Tis a hard world.
Strengthen your hearts.
Strengthen, not harden.

**iamthe_avatar ©2016

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