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Munting hiram na buhay,                             When will this rented kelan pa yayaon?                                            lifetime pass? Pina-walang kabuluhan                                Time has taken   ang oras na lumipas.                                      the sense of things. Panahon na sinaksi                                         I have witnessed pawang di akin sarili.                                    what is not mine. Kelan ang katapusan?                                    When will this end? Sa oras ng pagtanggap                                   In accepting ng tinig mo? Irog,                                            your voice? My dear, ika'y aking kamatayan.                                   you are my death. Ano ang pinangakong                                    Where is payapa at galak,                                               peace and joy kung puso'y sumisikap                                   if the heart still toils sa inaasahang pangarap?                                towards it's endeavors? Kelan mabubuksan                                          When will I unlock ang pagkakataon ng pangakong                    the promise ligaya mula sa kamay mo?                              from your hands? Di pa sapat ang pagsunod?                             Is compliance not enough? Asan na ang hinanap pangarap na ligaya,      Where is happiness mula sa pawis, pagnanasa?                               sought with sweat and desire Gawin ang lahat                                                  of risking all                 sa anumang konsekwnsya?                               no matter what? Sino ako? Taong                                               Who am I? so presumptive mapangahas sa sariling kalooban,                 of my own will, ligaw sa ilang,                                                   lost in the wild, lasing sa layaw,                                                  drunk for indulgence, lulon sa kadiliman at kawalan.                        drowned into its depths. ano ako sa Yo?                                                   what am i to You? yapak.                                                                 footprints. alabok.                                                                dust. pinag-duraang basura ng lansangan.            garbage spit in the street. Ginawa mo aking kapalaran,                           You made me thus, palayok at pinggan.                                           as a clay *** Sa yong kagustuhan                                          Transformed and used tadhanang pupuntahan.                                    for what you forge. Aking tanggap                                                    I accept kawalan ng karapatan,                                      lost of rights, pagsuko ng kalayaan,                                       surrendered freedom, layag sa kagustuhan,                                         adrift from wants, yaong kababaan.                                                and lowly. Paglisan ng sarili, bihag                                    when i abandon myself, as Your at lingkod mo,                                                      captive and servant nawa'y malaya sa mundo.                                  may i be free of this world.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
Bakwit sa Sarili / Refuge from myself
Munting hiram na buhay,                             When will this rented kelan pa yayaon?                                            lifetime pass? Pina-walang kabuluhan                                Time has taken   ang oras na lumipas.                                      the sense of things. Panahon na sinaksi                                         I have witnessed pawang di akin sarili.                                    what is not mine. Kelan ang katapusan?                                    When will this end? Sa oras ng pagtanggap                                   In accepting ng tinig mo? Irog,                                            your voice? My dear, ika'y aking kamatayan.                                   you are my death. Ano ang pinangakong                                    Where is payapa at galak,                                               peace and joy kung puso'y sumisikap                                   if the heart still toils sa inaasahang pangarap?                                towards it's endeavors? Kelan mabubuksan                                          When will I unlock ang pagkakataon ng pangakong                    the promise ligaya mula sa kamay mo?                              from your hands? Di pa sapat ang pagsunod?                             Is compliance not enough? Asan na ang hinanap pangarap na ligaya,      Where is happiness mula sa pawis, pagnanasa?                               sought with sweat and desire Gawin ang lahat                                                  of risking all                 sa anumang konsekwnsya?                               no matter what? Sino ako? Taong                                               Who am I? so presumptive mapangahas sa sariling kalooban,                 of my own will, ligaw sa ilang,                                                   lost in the wild, lasing sa layaw,                                                  drunk for indulgence, lulon sa kadiliman at kawalan.                        drowned into its depths. ano ako sa Yo?                                                   what am i to You? yapak.                                                                 footprints. alabok.                                                                dust. pinag-duraang basura ng lansangan.            garbage spit in the street. Ginawa mo aking kapalaran,                           You made me thus, palayok at pinggan.                                           as a clay *** Sa yong kagustuhan                                          Transformed and used tadhanang pupuntahan.                                    for what you forge. Aking tanggap                                                    I accept kawalan ng karapatan,                                      lost of rights, pagsuko ng kalayaan,                                       surrendered freedom, layag sa kagustuhan,                                         adrift from wants, yaong kababaan.                                                and lowly. Paglisan ng sarili, bihag                                    when i abandon myself, as Your at lingkod mo,                                                      captive and servant nawa'y malaya sa mundo.                                  may i be free of this world.
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I need one more I need to forget a little more I need to remember a little less I need to remember a lot more I just need to remember it differently Better The way I wrote it The way it ends when I'm sleeping Dear bartender Make it a White Russian As white as her dress would've been One Pina Colada Tan as the sand would've been One more Gin and Tonic Sparkling as her eyes ***** Cranberry Red as her lips A triple shot of silver tequila As clear as my intentions Marry me Bartender I want to drink until I forget she said no Bartender I want to drink until I forget I ever asked Dear Bartender I want to drink until I remember she said yes ***** til my head rings wedding bells Gin til my body ticks raw rice *** til my cheeks flush honeymoon Tequila til my ring finger itches Whiskey until she loves me too Whiskey until she come back Whiskey
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
Dear Bartender
Pinaiyak, hindi napaiyak Sinaktan, hindi nasaktan Pinaasa, hindi napaasa Naiwan? Baka iniwan Hindi maaring sabihing napaasa mo kung Ni minsan hindi mo ginustong saluhin Hindi tamang sabihin na naiwan mo siya Dahil hindi niya ginusto sumama sa landas na alam **** ayaw niya Hindi katanggap tanggap ang sabihin **** "pasensya at nasaktan kita" habang wala siya sa isip mo nung mga panahong nagsasaya ka sa mga bagay na ika-lulungkot niya Hindi tama Mali May pagkakaiba sa dalawa Hindi ito isang aksidente Sinadya mo, ginusto mo Ngayon Sinanay niya ang sarili na wala ka Pinili niyang maging masaya ng hindi ka kasama Ngunit wala kang magawa, hindi mo sinasadya, diba?
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
PINA
Kailan ba akong pwede magalit? Minsan tinitiis ko na lang talaga. Hindi ko alam kung anong maaring mangyari Pag nagtanim ako ng galit sa puso ko. Kailan ba akong pwede magalit? Kapag nasanay ka na nakangiti ako? Yun pala, sinisira mo na rin ako, Kailan ba akong pwedeng magalit? Kapag alam ko na, "bes, ikaw na lang talaga nakikita ko... I’ll always look up to you." Hanggang sa ikaw na rin ang magpapabagsak sa akin. Naniwala ako na totoo yung mga sinasabi mo sa akin. Naniwala ako pero kasalanan kong maniwala sa'yo. Paumahin kasi mali atang tao ang aking napuntahan. Kasalanan kong gusto ko matuto tungkol sa'yo kasi ayaw ng iba. Kasalanan ko na nagpakatotoo ako sa una pa lang. Kasalanan ko na tayo ay naging magkaibigan. Kasalanan kong makita kung gaano ka kabait sa akin kasi ginusto kitang makasama. Kailan ba akong pwedeng magalit? Kapag ako ba'y patay na? Kapag patay na ako, Kaya mo ba ako buhayin pa? “Oo”, o “baka”. Pero, ‘di mo na mabababalik Ang dating kaibigan **** gusto kang samahan... Kahit ilang segundo lamang o sandali. Oo, nirerespeto kita dahil dapat lang. Pero, ‘wag ka magsinungaling. Dahil ‘di mo alam na ika’y nananakit. Pinapatay mo na talaga ako, sakim. Kaibigan? Sino ka nga ba talaga? Ikaw ba talaga ay isa kong kilala? O baka nasa mundo akong wala akong halaga. Yung tipo na mas may halaga pa ang Bente-sinko na sentimo kaysa sa akin. Kaibigan nga ba? O napagtripan lang? Kailan ba akong pwedeng magalit? Nasanay ka na nga sa aking mga tawa’t ngiti... Minsan rin pala ay ‘di mo na kilala ang aking mga labi. Minsa’y parang totoo ang mga sinasabi. Pero sana naman ay binasa mo ang aking mga mata, At sana rin ay ika’y nakakakita. Sana mabasa mo ako gamit ang iyong puso, O,  hanap ng hanap, yun pala’y wala. Hays, huwag na at baka ako ay umasa pa. Bakit naman ako maghahanap ng mga bagay na wala na? Kasi magmumukha akong walang utak, Na hindi tinatanggap ang katotohanan. Hindi mo naman rin ako kayang ipapasok sa mundo mo, Nakapagtataka, ngunit napakagulo at napakakomplikado. May minamahal man akong kapatid mo, Minsan ay nadadamay sa sakit dahil sa’yo. Ang puso ko ay nasa bawat isa... Nasaan naman ang sa’yo? Wala ba? Oo, ang puso ko ay nag-aalab sa mga apoy, Ngunit nagmamahal kahit naususunog at nawawala na. Oo, galit na galit ako pero mahal pa rin kita, Kaibigan ko, ikaw nga ba ay isa? Kaibigan ko, kailan ko ba masasabi ang aking nadarama? Oo, ako’y minsan walang utak pero nagmamahal. Walang utak, bulag, pero may puso parin. Ayoko na masaktan, at ‘wag mo na ako papasukin... Sa mundo **** parang kathang-isip lamang. Oo, mga sinungaling at ako’y iyong pina-ikut-ikutin. Huwag mo na lang ako muling paniwalain At ‘wag na ring pagud-pagurin... Kaibigan, paumanhin, ika’y dapat respetuhin. Kailan ba akong pwedeng magalit?
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
Kailan Ba Akong Pwede Magalit?
Kailan ba akong pwede magalit? Minsan tinitiis ko na lang talaga. Hindi ko alam kung anong maaring mangyari Pag nagtanim ako ng galit sa puso ko. Kailan ba akong pwede magalit? Kapag nasanay ka na nakangiti ako? Yun pala, sinisira mo na rin ako, Kailan ba akong pwedeng magalit? Kapag alam ko na, "bes, ikaw na lang talaga nakikita ko... I’ll always look up to you." Hanggang sa ikaw na rin ang magpapabagsak sa akin. Naniwala ako na totoo yung mga sinasabi mo sa akin. Naniwala ako pero kasalanan kong maniwala sa'yo. Paumahin kasi mali atang tao ang aking napuntahan. Kasalanan kong gusto ko matuto tungkol sa'yo kasi ayaw ng iba. Kasalanan ko na nagpakatotoo ako sa una pa lang. Kasalanan ko na tayo ay naging magkaibigan. Kasalanan kong makita kung gaano ka kabait sa akin kasi ginusto kitang makasama. Kailan ba akong pwedeng magalit? Kapag ako ba'y patay na? Kapag patay na ako, Kaya mo ba ako buhayin pa? “Oo”, o “baka”. Pero, ‘di mo na mabababalik Ang dating kaibigan **** gusto kang samahan... Kahit ilang segundo lamang o sandali. Oo, nirerespeto kita dahil dapat lang. Pero, ‘wag ka magsinungaling. Dahil ‘di mo alam na ika’y nananakit. Pinapatay mo na talaga ako, sakim. Kaibigan? Sino ka nga ba talaga? Ikaw ba talaga ay isa kong kilala? O baka nasa mundo akong wala akong halaga. Yung tipo na mas may halaga pa ang Bente-sinko na sentimo kaysa sa akin. Kaibigan nga ba? O napagtripan lang? Kailan ba akong pwedeng magalit? Nasanay ka na nga sa aking mga tawa’t ngiti... Minsan rin pala ay ‘di mo na kilala ang aking mga labi. Minsa’y parang totoo ang mga sinasabi. Pero sana naman ay binasa mo ang aking mga mata, At sana rin ay ika’y nakakakita. Sana mabasa mo ako gamit ang iyong puso, O,  hanap ng hanap, yun pala’y wala. Hays, huwag na at baka ako ay umasa pa. Bakit naman ako maghahanap ng mga bagay na wala na? Kasi magmumukha akong walang utak, Na hindi tinatanggap ang katotohanan. Hindi mo naman rin ako kayang ipapasok sa mundo mo, Nakapagtataka, ngunit napakagulo at napakakomplikado. May minamahal man akong kapatid mo, Minsan ay nadadamay sa sakit dahil sa’yo. Ang puso ko ay nasa bawat isa... Nasaan naman ang sa’yo? Wala ba? Oo, ang puso ko ay nag-aalab sa mga apoy, Ngunit nagmamahal kahit naususunog at nawawala na. Oo, galit na galit ako pero mahal pa rin kita, Kaibigan ko, ikaw nga ba ay isa? Kaibigan ko, kailan ko ba masasabi ang aking nadarama? Oo, ako’y minsan walang utak pero nagmamahal. Walang utak, bulag, pero may puso parin. Ayoko na masaktan, at ‘wag mo na ako papasukin... Sa mundo **** parang kathang-isip lamang. Oo, mga sinungaling at ako’y iyong pina-ikut-ikutin. Huwag mo na lang ako muling paniwalain At ‘wag na ring pagud-pagurin... Kaibigan, paumanhin, ika’y dapat respetuhin. Kailan ba akong pwedeng magalit?
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Mahamot nga sampaguita ngan pula nga gumamela Amo ine an akon una nga ginhatag ha iya Samtang ginhuhulat namon an katunod han adlaw Ngan pinalalabay an kasanhi nga kahidlaw. Pamukad han santan ngan orkidyas ha dalan Umabat ak hin ka-ipa nga makuri mapug-ngan Ha akon dughan in may ada makusog nga lukso Kasing-kasing nga natago malipayon gud hin duro. Katapos hi idoy in inalpan hin kaisog Igsusumat na ha iya an pag-abat nga mabaskog Iya na ighahalad inin espesyal nga rosas Pero adton kalipay nga iya inaabat nabalyuan hin kalas. Hi iday in may ada naman ngay an iba nga pina-uswag Mga bukad nga ha iya igin hahatag in magpakaruruyag Waray sapayan an imo rosas nga pinutos Nga im gin-inantusan tikang pa han ka biyuos. Asya an bukad nga gin kuha nalaya ngan nakarag Kay ngadto han tawo nga iya minayuyo in waray kahatag Tigdaay man gud la, waray hiya pakasabot Pag-abat nga iya gindadara tigda nala nadunot. - Caryl
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Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 8:17 AM UTC
BUKAD
Namumugto aking mga mata hindi dahil pina-iyak o naluluha ako Namumugto aking mga mata dahil napuyat ako Napuyat ako dahil sayo Napuyat ako dahil kausap kita hanggang mag umaga Napuyat ako dahil gusto ko marinig yung boses mo sa telepono Napuyat ako kasi hinintay kita matulog Matulog.... Natulog... Tinulugan mo ako. Tinulugan mo ako na parang pag-ibig mo Na para bang biglang nawala habang kausap ko sa telepono Pinatay mo ang cellphone mo Parang pag patay mo sa puso ko dahil ayaw mo ng estorbo. Yung mga araw na napuyat ako at akala ko ikaw ay natulog nagkakamali pala ako. Hindi ka pala tunay na nakatulog. May kausap ka lang pala na iba sa telepono. Nag puyat ako para sayo pero sinayang mo ang oras ko
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Puyat
Random Sampling Coughing up a lung, sticking out my tongue. Looking up her skirt, dropped my pencil in the dirt. Watching movies just for fun, I will never own a gun. Cat **** on the floor, kicked it out the door. Jake The Snake and The Macho Man, will forever be a wresting fan. Heavy metal and hard rock, Skid Row's singer was Sebastian Bach. New Jersey's pizza is the best, it would beat New York's in any taste test. Slept with girls, I didn't like, soon after, I made them take a hike. Never slept with a man, if the money was right, I guess I can. Love all my family and friends, mess with them and I will defends. Done some killer drugs, stuck screwdrivers in some plugs. I love paper, I love pen, I'm more smart than the Three Wise Men. Pina Colada's in Margaitaville, then I take the bitter pill. I still love eighties music, it's relaxing and therapeutic. Baseball is my favorite sport, the Phillies, I will always support. The next Super Bowl will be held in San Quentin, ***** girls take it on the chin. I had a few nervous breakdowns, I've put on a few to many pounds. Allen does what Allen wants, how's that for my final response.
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
Random Sampling
Most days I wear flip-flops because I am too lazy to wear socks, and I like the feeling of summer somewhere close to me, and I like to watch my feet move. Do you know, there are so many small little bones in there! it amazes me. My mom used to massage my feet to wake me up. She's been the best foot-massager of all, better than all the friends and the boyfriends. Better than the early morning sleepy-satisfying stretches, better than the feeling of sunlit warm wood on my bare feet. Better than grass. Her calloused hands, and softly hummed melodies. Tattooed arms, faded turquoise. Sun on her skin. If I could see my mom in myself every time I looked in the mirror I think I would be relaxed. I would play more music. I would spend my next paycheck taking a day off with a pina colada and tattooing a turtle, on my foot, just like hers. Flexing my feet. Cold night air. Flip-flopping on the concrete. I wish I could dive into the ocean, ice-cold, something worth laughing into the nighttime. So much seriousness all the time, I think that people need to eat more butter and not take skin to mean so much. Silly, really, I guess. But a Mom-massage might just mean the world sometimes. And smiling with someone is like a Mom-massage, right when I need it most. To everyone who's been there, thank you.
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
Why I love feet, and people, and why I try not to care so much, and why I love hugging, and why smiling is everything
Isang liham na ako lang ang nakaka-alam Liham na itina tago-tago ko ng napaka tagal Liham na mag-paparamdam sa akin Kung bakit nga ba ako kulang? At mag-papaalala sa akin na hanggang dito lang Liham na isinusulat ko ng matiwasay Dahil alam ko, Para sayo 'to. Liham na siguro dapat nung una pa lang Binigay ko na Liham na dapat nung una pa lang pina-alam ko na Liham na dapat ay na-alala ko pa 'Di sana hindi nako nag-iisa pa Isang Pag-ibig na ibig ipa-batid Pag-ibig na gusto kong makamit Pag-ibig na sigurado akong masakit. Pero Ito'y hindi pa batid Kung ito nga ba'y mag-dudulot ng sigalot 'O mag-dudulot ito ng kirot Dahil sa utak na pa baluktot Wala akong paki-alam Basta ang alam ko lang Ikaw lang ang mahal Ngayon 'O maging mag-pakailanman 'O mag pa sa walang hanggan. Ayoko ng bilangan Ayoko ng kuwentahan Ayoko ng gumamit ng tala-pindutan Dahil walang sukatan at bilangan Kung hanggang saan ang aking pagmamahal At kung hanggang saan ang kaya kong gawing bagay para lang sayo. Wag mo ng tangkaing tanungin pa Dahil yan ay bukod tanging ako lang ang may alam. Dahil wala talaga itong sukatan. Dahil lang sa isang liham Ako'y nagkaka ganyan Hindi ko na alam Kung sino 'ko. Kung ako pa ba 'to? Kung totoo ba 'to? 'O ito ba ay parte ng biro? 'O parte nga ba ng bugso ng puso? Kasi ang pag-kakaalam ko Hindi naman talaga ako ganito. Siguro nga Sobra akong na-dala Nag-padala sa aking nadarama Na tama ba ito 'o mali? Ayokong mag-patali Ayokong mag-madali At mag-pasakal sa mga bagay na di ko alam kung hanggang saan ang kakahantungan. Tama ba ang Aminin sayo ang totoo? At tama rin ba na sabihin ang maling pag-tingin ng aking damdamin? Kahit alam ko Meron ka ng bago. At may iba ng nag-papasaya sayo At 'yun ay 'di na ako. Malungkot dahil ang pag-kakaalam ko Bago pa siya dumating sa piling mo Merong isang taong umalalay sayo ng minsan, Minsan na sa piling ko ay naging masaya ka naman. Pero wag kang mag-alala Ako ay desperada Oo tama Ako nga ay desperada Kaya ako ay patuloy paring aasa At mag-sisilbing mga paa at kamay mo Kahit 'di na maaaring maging tayo At magiging saklay na taga gabay sa tuwing ikaw ay nahihirapan. Mapagod man ako Ay ok lang yan! Dahil alam ko parte yun ng pag-mamahal ko sa'yo, na binuo ko sa aking isipan na naging liham at naging bukang bibig ng aking kaibuturan. Kahit alam mo, Na ako ay sobrang masasaktan At mahihirapan Mas pinili mo parin na ako ay iwan At 'di na balikan Dahil siya na ang iyong mahal Kaya Tanggap ko na,Mahal Paalam.
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 9:21 AM UTC
" Lihim na Liham "
Isang liham na ako lang ang nakaka-alam Liham na itina tago-tago ko ng napaka tagal Liham na mag-paparamdam sa akin Kung bakit nga ba ako kulang? At mag-papaalala sa akin na hanggang dito lang Liham na isinusulat ko ng matiwasay Dahil alam ko, Para sayo 'to. Liham na siguro dapat nung una pa lang Binigay ko na Liham na dapat nung una pa lang pina-alam ko na Liham na dapat ay na-alala ko pa 'Di sana hindi nako nag-iisa pa Isang Pag-ibig na ibig ipa-batid Pag-ibig na gusto kong makamit Pag-ibig na sigurado akong masakit. Pero Ito'y hindi pa batid Kung ito nga ba'y mag-dudulot ng sigalot 'O mag-dudulot ito ng kirot Dahil sa utak na pa baluktot Wala akong paki-alam Basta ang alam ko lang Ikaw lang ang mahal Ngayon 'O maging mag-pakailanman 'O mag pa sa walang hanggan. Ayoko ng bilangan Ayoko ng kuwentahan Ayoko ng gumamit ng tala-pindutan Dahil walang sukatan at bilangan Kung hanggang saan ang aking pagmamahal At kung hanggang saan ang kaya kong gawing bagay para lang sayo. Wag mo ng tangkaing tanungin pa Dahil yan ay bukod tanging ako lang ang may alam. Dahil wala talaga itong sukatan. Dahil lang sa isang liham Ako'y nagkaka ganyan Hindi ko na alam Kung sino 'ko. Kung ako pa ba 'to? Kung totoo ba 'to? 'O ito ba ay parte ng biro? 'O parte nga ba ng bugso ng puso? Kasi ang pag-kakaalam ko Hindi naman talaga ako ganito. Siguro nga Sobra akong na-dala Nag-padala sa aking nadarama Na tama ba ito 'o mali? Ayokong mag-patali Ayokong mag-madali At mag-pasakal sa mga bagay na di ko alam kung hanggang saan ang kakahantungan. Tama ba ang Aminin sayo ang totoo? At tama rin ba na sabihin ang maling pag-tingin ng aking damdamin? Kahit alam ko Meron ka ng bago. At may iba ng nag-papasaya sayo At 'yun ay 'di na ako. Malungkot dahil ang pag-kakaalam ko Bago pa siya dumating sa piling mo Merong isang taong umalalay sayo ng minsan, Minsan na sa piling ko ay naging masaya ka naman. Pero wag kang mag-alala Ako ay desperada Oo tama Ako nga ay desperada Kaya ako ay patuloy paring aasa At mag-sisilbing mga paa at kamay mo Kahit 'di na maaaring maging tayo At magiging saklay na taga gabay sa tuwing ikaw ay nahihirapan. Mapagod man ako Ay ok lang yan! Dahil alam ko parte yun ng pag-mamahal ko sa'yo, na binuo ko sa aking isipan na naging liham at naging bukang bibig ng aking kaibuturan. Kahit alam mo, Na ako ay sobrang masasaktan At mahihirapan Mas pinili mo parin na ako ay iwan At 'di na balikan Dahil siya na ang iyong mahal Kaya Tanggap ko na,Mahal Paalam.
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"Werewolves Of London" I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain He was looking for the place called Lee ** Fook's Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein Werewolves of London If you hear him howling around your kitchen door Better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again Werewolves of London He's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair Better stay away from him He'll rip your lungs out, Jim I'd like to meet his tailor Werewolves of London Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen Doing the werewolves of London I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen Doing the werewolves of London I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's His hair was perfect Werewolves of London again Draw blood
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
"Werewolves Of London
My wife agreed to marriage counseling before the great divorce, and of course, she picked the counselor. This is it; one session, one shot at redemption. I waited with bated breath for the day to arrive. It did. We met at his office, where hope was dashed to shreds like a ship on a coral reef, like dreams of domestic bliss made of glass and shattered on the kitchen floor with no broom to sweep them up. We shouldn't get lawyers and go to court. We should have a funeral and sing, Rock of Ages, because divorce is the death of a family. The room is nice and cold as ice, and he's friendly, boisterous, and bold, but here's the clincher, he wore an eye patch. Maybe he had surgery or some type of injury, but everything he said was drowned out by the voice in my head that screamed, "He looks like a pirate, and no ******* pirate is going to tell me how I should have been a better husband." I quickly scanned the room for a cage where he kept his parrot, which usually sat on his shoulder and sang old songs of the sea. I glanced at his right hand, but conveniently it was hidden by the desk. Now I was sure. It wasn't a hand at all, but a hook, that he used to scratch his *** or to spear the shreds of broken lives left over from a long day's work. His hand was probably a casualty, lost on a voyage to a shark he tried to advise. I leaned over and whispered in my wife's ear, "Where did you find this ******* nut. Long John Silvers?" The humor eluded her like the sunken treasure did the old sea dog that sat across from me. I swore if he said, "Aye aye matey." I would smack him, and jack his ship, and maybe my wife and I would sail south to the Caribbean, not to the ride at Disneyland, Pirates of the Caribbean, but to the islands, where we would lie **** on the sandy beaches and drink Pina Coladas, or some other fruit-filled umbrella drink, until we were so drunk we couldn't see straight, and all our problems would sink like the setting sun into a brand new horizon. But the old scalawag had no pirate lingo, so the hour came and went, our money was poorly spent, and it was lunchtime, and I was bent on seafood.
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Jul 24, 2024
Jul 24, 2024 at 11:31 PM UTC
The Pirate
My wife agreed to marriage counseling before the great divorce, and of course, she picked the counselor. This is it; one session, one shot at redemption. I waited with bated breath for the day to arrive. It did. We met at his office, where hope was dashed to shreds like a ship on a coral reef, like dreams of domestic bliss made of glass and shattered on the kitchen floor with no broom to sweep them up. We shouldn't get lawyers and go to court. We should have a funeral and sing, Rock of Ages, because divorce is the death of a family. The room is nice and cold as ice, and he's friendly, boisterous, and bold, but here's the clincher, he wore an eye patch. Maybe he had surgery or some type of injury, but everything he said was drowned out by the voice in my head that screamed, "He looks like a pirate, and no ******* pirate is going to tell me how I should have been a better husband." I quickly scanned the room for a cage where he kept his parrot, which usually sat on his shoulder and sang old songs of the sea. I glanced at his right hand, but conveniently it was hidden by the desk. Now I was sure. It wasn't a hand at all, but a hook, that he used to scratch his *** or to spear the shreds of broken lives left over from a long day's work. His hand was probably a casualty, lost on a voyage to a shark he tried to advise. I leaned over and whispered in my wife's ear, "Where did you find this ******* nut. Long John Silvers?" The humor eluded her like the sunken treasure did the old sea dog that sat across from me. I swore if he said, "Aye aye matey." I would smack him, and jack his ship, and maybe my wife and I would sail south to the Caribbean, not to the ride at Disneyland, Pirates of the Caribbean, but to the islands, where we would lie **** on the sandy beaches and drink Pina Coladas, or some other fruit-filled umbrella drink, until we were so drunk we couldn't see straight, and all our problems would sink like the setting sun into a brand new horizon. But the old scalawag had no pirate lingo, so the hour came and went, our money was poorly spent, and it was lunchtime, and I was bent on seafood.
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22 Isang araw na itinadhana Nagtagpo si Ihib at si Pina 23 Nang sila’y pumaroon Sa dalisdis ng bundok na iyon 24 Ang binata’y sa silangan Ang dalaga’y sa kanluran 25 Inihanda ng lalaki ang bato Inihasa ng babae ang palaso 26 Sabay nilang pinalipad Sa inakalang ibong napadpad 27 At pagbulusok ng saranggola Sa kinabagsakan nito’y dali-dali sila 28 Iyon ang unang pagkikita Nina Ihib at Pina. -07/08/2012 *Gintong Lupa Series
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
Ihipna 4 -Pagtatagpo-
Apon are arrival once at times seemed questionable We were greated by none. hawaii had spoiled us to all other airport experiences Were else could a half hunover yet slighty buzzed madman stumble from a plane to encounter a beautiful woman in a grass and cocunut bra once even now made me thirst for for a pina collada. But in in canada there was nothing to greet us there but cold As we stumbbled around dressed like soon to be doomed criminals awaitting trial. Cananda its slogan should have been. Welcome to Cannada it's really ******* cold. But we knew where to find warmth in this enviroment. Or for that matter any enviroment. For we were drunks or as i liked to think of it consistant drinkers And on are journey into this land of freezing weather maple syrup and ice hockey. We had one true goal. we had come to drink Cannada dry. No bar would untouched No bottle would not know are name. we would hit on many women. Score with a few and say we had slept with many. I was a religeous man and i need to get in touch with with the spirts The spirts of Canadian mist Jim beam And my old stand by spirt Gin It was a bold mission for which we had set forth. Are livers were alredy beaten to almost a pulp but we still somehow still walked and functioned in disquise of semi normal human beings but nothing was further from the truth we were writters was ment we were professional crazy people On a mission to depleet this icey land of its alcohol an drink canada dry
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Oct 18, 2009
Oct 18, 2009 at 12:34 PM UTC
Canada Dry
Into the blender- Pineapple juice, half a carton Ice, a handful Coconut cream, a well shaken tin Bacardi, a goodly dollop Justine says I should add half an eggwhite For the froth But how the hell do you halve an egg white So I leave it out. A few seconds unholy racket And it’s ready to pour Into my favourite thick heavy glass Put the pitcher in the fridge And take on impulse. ****** good Brings back a tiled balcony in Puerto Vallarta A small boy wearing an iguana Tricia Lambert
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
PINA COLADA
The monkeys chatter in the trees And peel their big bananas The Caribbean evening brings Delightful panoramas The jungle birds all sing their songs As sunlight heads due west The girls in string bikinis Make all the men feel blessed I love the plump and ripened fruits Where conchitas drive me nuts It’s fun to kiss the maidens So friendly with their b..er..hugs I do thank these island people For the *** that they distill I was meant to flip the bottoms up In Pina Coladaville
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Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 8:11 AM UTC
Pina Coladaville
Waqt ke sath sath jeena chhor diya... Aur ja ke mehkhane me pina jor diya... Berukhi si jindagi me dhoop me aur dhoop Tanhai me sulaya khud ko... Bewajah ek sapna jor kar... Chal rahe hai Yunhi Chal rahe hai yunhi Na jane kanha jayenge... Ya Wanha jana theek rahega yanha log nahi jate... Phir.. Chal diye ... Manzilon ki talash me... Pal pal manzil badalte... Khuch rukhe se swabhaav me Khud par bar bar hanste... Kya yunhi kat jayenge saare raste Khuch pagalpan me... Aur Khuch deewangi me... Aur Awarapan me ... .. .
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC
Ek naya sa dil me berukhapan!!!tanhai me...
Christ and his apostles had but bread and wine to share. At that Last Supper many came to a table nearly bare. Gandolfini came by honestly, his girth and double chin. The mayonnaise he relished May be what did him in. He enjoyed a glass, or two, of beer He liked his King Prawns fried. He downed a pint of Morgan’s *** with foie gras on the side. Two Pina Coladas for dessert. But surely that’s no sin. Some speculate t’was the massive tab That led to Tony’s end.
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
Tony Soprano’s Last Supper
You are my biggest inspiration and my sense of motivation and I wouldn't be who I am without your hand to guide me through all these years. You taught me everything that I know and you've helped me through all of the new challenges thrown my way. Do you remember when we sat on the steps by the door upstairs and stared at the moon? It felt like closure for both of us and it's one of my favorite memories. Do you remember running away to the beach for ****** pina coladas and to sit in the sand for stolen lunch breaks? I'll never forget stuffing your trunk with bags of clothes with that secret smile and knowing that I won't tell if you won't. I've never had more comfort than knowing I had you beside me during my worst moments, even an entire country apart. When the time comes, I hope I can be half the mother that you are to me.
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
"my daughter is an alcoholic vagabond gypsy."
I get these headaches that start right behind the middle of my eyebrow, swoops down into my nose and then swings up and pings off my forehead. They call them “sinus headaches.” The word sinus in italian means canals. And when I think of that, I can’t help but think of little gondolas with Italian men singing to me as I look at the stars. It doesn’t make the headache go away but it really makes me wish I were in Italy. It’s funny how when things get rough, we instantly gravitate towards escaping to foreign lands. A headache certainly isn’t the roughest it could be, that’s for sure. But escape…that’s a double-edged sword. Escape isn’t what it promises. While the idea of sipping pina coladas poolside, or meditating in a forest far away may seem like perfect, what does that really resolve? It means that whatever made you leave is still waiting for a resolution. Even worse, it probably grew in size. Bills become bills plus interest and late fees. Arguments turn from “how dare you say that?” to “how dare you leave after saying that?” When you leave, you leave behind a mess with the assumption that others will take care of you, but instead, frustrations rise and you break ties. Whenever I get sick or nauseous, I immediately start thinking of my own personal Nirvana. I visualize the image of myself in this beautiful place relaxing and breathing in that maple tree air and hearing the river waves around me. That’s nice, right? And that’s ok. I think we’re all allowed our mental escapes once in awhile. But actual physical escapes? Those hurt others. And no amount of river wave will fix that.
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
Escapes
I get these headaches that start right behind the middle of my eyebrow, swoops down into my nose and then swings up and pings off my forehead. They call them “sinus headaches.” The word sinus in italian means canals. And when I think of that, I can’t help but think of little gondolas with Italian men singing to me as I look at the stars. It doesn’t make the headache go away but it really makes me wish I were in Italy. It’s funny how when things get rough, we instantly gravitate towards escaping to foreign lands. A headache certainly isn’t the roughest it could be, that’s for sure. But escape…that’s a double-edged sword. Escape isn’t what it promises. While the idea of sipping pina coladas poolside, or meditating in a forest far away may seem like perfect, what does that really resolve? It means that whatever made you leave is still waiting for a resolution. Even worse, it probably grew in size. Bills become bills plus interest and late fees. Arguments turn from “how dare you say that?” to “how dare you leave after saying that?” When you leave, you leave behind a mess with the assumption that others will take care of you, but instead, frustrations rise and you break ties. Whenever I get sick or nauseous, I immediately start thinking of my own personal Nirvana. I visualize the image of myself in this beautiful place relaxing and breathing in that maple tree air and hearing the river waves around me. That’s nice, right? And that’s ok. I think we’re all allowed our mental escapes once in awhile. But actual physical escapes? Those hurt others. And no amount of river wave will fix that.
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walking with wedges always seems like the best, until you’re walking home at seven in the morning. i still taste cold pizza and the pina colada hookah. i waited for you to breathe me in like the vapors, youth has never tasted so beautiful, love. i used to think i was the period in every sentence, but you’re the comma and i’m the semi colon, we’re never ending, sticking between awkward phrases and short cut sentences. he never sunk his teeth so deep, and i am so bruised i think my bones are bleeding. youth has never tasted so beautiful, love. i did not feel alive until five in the morning, when all i could feel were his fingers digging in my cells, searching for everything i thought i could never become. i never felt this alive in his arms, and now i see all he did was pull the blindfold until i saw inky blackness, pushed the pillow in my mouth as i continue to cough up chunks. let me run through the soggy leaves, breathing in the crisp air until i collapse. youth has never tasted so ******* beautiful, love
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
we're only young once
50 Sa mga sandaling iyon Diwata ng hangin pumaroon 51 Upang saklolohan Ang ginugulong magkasintahan 52 Kapangyarihan ng hangin itinaboy Ang higanteng mukhang baboy 53 Na siyang nagpagulung-gulong Pababa hanggang ‘di na dumaluhong 54 Oh anong ginhawa Nang halimaw mapuksa na 55 At sa pag-ihip ng hangin kay Pina Nawala narin mga pantal niya 56 Wagas na pasasalamat Ang kay Amihan ipinantapat. -07/10/2012 *Gintong Lupa Series
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
Ihipna 8 -Tulong ni Amihan-
It's time Is what my jazz teacher yelled over Rupert Holmes singing yes I like pina coladas and as I stretched my ligaments trying to mold my body into a new shape in the back of my mind I asked "Am I ready?" because I don't feel ready. I like it here, where I'm safe no choices no thoughts no judgments no fear but no matter how numerous the mistakes I must remember there's only so many excuses a person can make so no more excuses It's time to contribute to the chaos, scream at the stars for every false promise, sing for those who don't have a voice, be wise when dealing with precarious choice, grin at the world and give it my faith, exist as I am, begin in this breath anew, free myself from my own expectations, cherish the individual and the crowd; for they each have worth, fail and enjoy every moment of it, laugh because this is it and it is I. get rid of the plans I've been tired for too long, reluctant, unsure. It's time for an existence centered around love It's time to accept this life as it is: uniquely mine I refuse to lose myself again in the drifting fog that leaves me guessing at what shape I am It's time to live.
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
It's time
Magising ka sa ganda ng umaga ba Pero babe, mas maganda ka parin, Tara kain gud tayo, kainin ko yang ngabil mo at inumin ko katas mo, At kung gutom ka rin, pwede mo man kainin tung pandesal ko, kung gusto mo samahan mo na rin konti ng bear brand ko, Labas tayo mamaya, ang kinis ng ulap pero mas kinis man kamay mo babe oy, Gusto ko tikman talaga ba yung mala marshmallow mo gung kutis, Pero, hintay muna tayo ha hindi paman gud lunch, Pag alas dose na ay pwede na kita kainin ay este pwede na tayo kumain, Ano gusto mo kainin? Yung mga egg meal o yung akin? San rin tayo magkain? Sa lamesa or sa bed natin? Mahirap man mag pili babe oy Gusto ko sa sala pero bad man gud ba, Di man gud yan tinuro nila mama Dapat man daw na kainin kita sa lamesa, Baka gusto mo dessert? Busog ka na ba babe? Baka pwede na tanggalin yang skirt? Naka feel pa kasi ako ng crave, Kain tayo ng pina sosyal-sosyal sa dinner Yung may pa wine-wine tayo, Yan lang gud kailangan natin Basta bukas ha ikaw naman ang cleaner.
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
Course Meal