"tikbalang" poems
Pisnging mapula
mapungay na mata
ako’y masaya sa tuwing ika’y nakikita
sabihin na nating ang ilong ko’y kawangis ng bawang
ang amoy ko pang tikbalang
at malaki ang aking baywang
ang pagmamahal mo parin ay kahit kaila’y ‘di nagkulang
Salamat sa pagtanggap sa’kin
Kahit minsa’y medyo mahangin
Kahit ngayo’y lagi nang nakasalamin
Pinagtitiisan mo pa rin
Sa kabila ng lahat ng kasalanan
Ang pagpapatawad mo’y tila walang hanggan
Kaya ngayong araw ng mga puso
Sana’y iyong magustuhan
Munting handog
ng matabang batang matagal ka nang hinahangaan
Nais ko sana’y ‘wag tayong mag away
Para naman ang araw na ito’y maging matiwasay
Mahal mo ata ako, at alam **** mahal rin kita
Kaya hayaan **** ang tulang ito’y ika’y mapasaya
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
Beloved wanderer,
What are you running after?
your external commitment to reach crassness is taller than a benevolent Tikbalang
you are quicker than its long legs to lead a soul astray
But my beloved,
where is your soul?
your Passion is non-existent
like an ondine, all you seek is an immortal soul to waste
on your blinded fate
on the woes you continue to create
and your petty blown up mates
a thick, bold flesh they’ll never extricate
surrounding the empty stems from which they originate
My beloved,
your eyeballs were so viciously extracted and replaced
with poisonous bile
your hellhound eyes are so vile
if one stares at them twice
they’ll be seized, and they’ll be sacrificed
and their souls disintegrate
their roots begin to decay
they merge with your spirits
and they aimlessly gyrate
around in circles,
my beloved, you **** the souls
dumping their bodies in holes
indulgent in mutilating the skin around your heart
vandalising your worth and claiming it's art
but my beloved wanderer
where is your drive?
where is your start?
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC