hindi ikaw ang dahilan kung bakit siya nakangiti
hindi ikaw ang unang una niyang maiisip
sa unang pagbukas ng kanyang mga matang nakapikit;
hindi ikaw ang kanyang unang kakausapin
sa tuwing siya'y masaya,
malungkot, nagdudusa, at nasasaktan
hindi rin ikaw ang unang taong kailangan niya
tuwing siya'y nakakaramdam ng pagiging mag-isa

hindi talaga 'ikaw.'

ang ikaw na palaging siya ang iniisip
unang pagmulat pa lang ng mata sa umaga
ang ikaw na bukambibig ang pangalan niya
kahit ang iba'y rinding rindi na
ang ikaw na palaging nag-aabang sa pinto
nagbabakasaling babalik siya
at ang ikaw na naghihintay
kahit nakakagago na

hindi rin ikaw, at hinding hindi magiging ikaw
ang 'siya' na gusto niya
ang siya na importante sa buhay niya
na kahit ano mang pagsubok, ay siya at siya pa rin
ang siya na palagi niyang binabati ng magandang umaga
ang siya na ang mundo niya
at ang siya na kahit kailan
ay hindi magiging ikaw

hindi ikaw,

hindi talaga ikaw ang huli niyang maiisip
bago niya ipikit muli ang kanyang mga mata
hindi ikaw ang masayang kaganapan na maaalala niya tuwing siya'y nalulungkot
at hindi ikaw ang isang pulang rosas na kanyang pinili sa hardin ng iba't ibang bulaklak

kahit kailan naman ay hindi naging ikaw
hindi naging ikaw ang "siya" at "tayo" na iniisip niya
hindi naging ikaw ang pinaplano niyang masayang panimula pagkatapos ng masakit na katapusan
hindi naging ikaw, at hindi magiging ikaw

dahil iba ang "ikaw" at "siya"
ang siya na pilit niyang kinukuha ang atensyon
at ikaw na pilit namang kinukuha ang atensyon na hindi para sayo.

In my eyes, I'm drowning

Always waiting to be acknowledged
Moulding myself to be the way I should be

Nice and quiet, just the way you want me
Open eyes, closed mouth
Tired, so tired of this facade

Asking just for acceptance

Grinding my teeth at the little digs
Impossible to make you happy
Running from the way I'm supposed to be
L**augh all you want, I can't change me

time thought of long words and
the sun’s life as it burns,
never minding the hip or the un–
as the cat awaiting shores
looses his body to
the darkness of the year,
lame-eyed ******* wrote thirteen
in repetition. lingering on Vonnegut.
unnamed, land-lover ran between
the death of the night and day,
creating waste. riding on, rinding on.
hoarse questions grew as
tea scalded palate and man tapped
his heart in waste of thought.
drawn by claims of a saxophonist,
******* wolfish with stolen cigarette,
spouting roundabout racial slurs
called the Ocean’s syllables.

Let me take you to my special place
Where I go to think, to read, to write, to breathe
To feel, to cry, to dance, and to smile
I grew up walking across it's endless rocky shore
Across the plains of the ocean depth
When the beams of silver moon have called the ocean away
And pulling with it the darkest of secrets that reside there
I love that place
Everything about it


I love the smells of that place
the tangy briny twist of salt in the air
The smokey memory of an open fire
And that nameless flavor rinding on the wind
that your mind cannot connect to scent

I love the mystery of that place
the untold story that lies with each faded footprint in the sand
the romantic language spoken by the howling wind and roaring waves
And the sense of longing each of us posses for the world that resides in the darkest depths of the sea

I love the feeling of that place
The comforting echo of familiar memories
the gentle caress of the cool Arctic wind on my skin
And the completing sense that everything is right

I love that place
It's where I'm happy
It's where I belong

Little green rinding hood
came on a wood
with trees
like she had never seen
all in blue wood
and blue leaves
she stopped in her tracks
and did
shy
O this is no good
I can not go there
for green and blue
should never be seen
and that would be no good
so she sat down and did frown
and what about my purple shoes
never though of that
so first foot forward
she did go into that wood
where the the shadows
did call her in.

Never did see Green riding hood again.