"tito" poems
Hindi matigas lahat ng bato
Hindi lalago ang halamang nakatago
Pero kung bubunutin din naman
Anong silbi ng pagkakakilanlan?
Itaas ang kamay kung ginawa mo ito:
Ituro sa kapatid na bakla ang tito mo,
Kung gayon, ito ay duwag at gago,
Tingnan bilang presong kulong sa kandado
At kung sapatos ni kuya, suot ng ate mo,
Walang alam ni isa, pero sa ina sinabi mo
Nasaksihan ang paglisan ng nagturong pumorma
Narinig ang galit ng ama, sigaw ay "imoral ka!"
Putang ina, lahat iyon ay narinig mo
Hindi na kaya ng sentido mo
Mali ito, mali ito ang pilit ng lipunan sayo
Iwaksi mo, iwaksi mo, at tatanggapin ka nito
Sa oras na lumabas ka, wala ka nang pangalan
At araw-araw sa buhay mo, tila umuulan
Ng husga, ng ismid, ng dura sa sahig
Tawag sainyo ng kasintahan ay bawal na pag-ibig
Tomboy, bakla, bayot, tibo
Araw na binigyan ka ng ngalan tila naglaho
Binato ng panghahamak na gusto mo nang lumisan
Kaysa tanggapin ang galit na pinagmulan ay di alam
'Mahalin mo ang 'yong kapwa'
Banggit at turo ng May Likha
Pero bakit may galit ata
Nagpahayag nito't nagsalita?
Hindi ba itinuturing na kapwa sila?
Na kasama **** lumaki, magdalaga?
Kalaro ng chinese garter baga,
Kahit alam **** lalaki naman talaga siya
Ang saya na dulot niya di mo naalala
Nang minsan sa kanto'y sutsutan siya
Sapatos lang daw at k'onting barya
Tiningnan ka niya, ikaw ay tumawa
Saan ba ang lugar sa mundo para sa kanya?
Mahirap bang sabihin, katagang, 'tanggap kita?'
Tingin mo ba'y karamdaman kanyang nadarama?
Oh bakit nakangiti ka? Nahawa ka ba?
Kaya ba't ka umiiwas nang nalaman mo na?
Bilang kaibigan, oo nabigla ka nga
Pero 'wag mo naman sanang isiping
Naisip niya minsang ika'y makasiping
Alisin na natin ang malawakang pag-iisip
Na pandirihan ang kakaiba, pero subukan **** sumilip,
Lalawak ang saradong takip
Sana isang araw ang hangin, magbago ang ihip
Maging magkasama, pantay-pantay sa ibabaw ng isang ulap
Nawa'y mga anak nati'y maranasan, ekwalidad sa hinaharap
Matapos na ang inis at galit
Pagmamahal ang pumalit
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 5:57 AM UTC
Anak kumusta na ang Dodoy ko diyan sa syudad, Masaya ka ba diyan , ha?
Kami ng itay mo at ng mga kapatid mo dito ay ayos naman.
Natanggap ko nga pala yung sulat mo nakaraang lingo alam kong mahirap mabuhay at mag-aral dyan sa syudad anak, pagbutihan mulang at mairaraos ka rin namin.
At yung itay mo hindi na umiinum ng alak at di na naglalasing, meron na rin siyang tatlong-daang katao na under sa kanya. Sa sobrang busy niya nga sa trabahao, hindi niya na nga masabi mensahe niya para sayo ngayon, nasa trabaho kase siya naglilinis at nagdadamo sa sementeryo.
Nanganak na nga pala ate mo kaso di pa namin nakikita ang yung bata, di pa tuloy naming alam kung tito kana o tita, kaya dodoy tulungan mo kaming magdasal nasana maging tita ka para di matigas ang ulo ng bata at di magmana sa kuya mo.
Nandoon sa bundok nagtatraining sa Army, eh nakapagtataka may mga baril wala namang uniporme.
Okey naman ang lagay ng panahon dito sa atin, dalawang beses lang umulan ngayong lingo. Noong una tatlong araw tas nung sumunod apat na araw naman.
Ang itay mo okey lang din, naalala mo na yung sinabi ng doktor na mabubulag na daw siya buti nalang pumunta kami sa albularyo nakaraang lingo at pinigaan siya nang binendisyonang kalamansi, ipapatak daw yun sa mata ng itay mo at gagaling na daw ang katarata niya sa makalawa.
Anak wag ka magalala sinusulat ko to nang dahan-dahan, alam ko naming di ka mabilis bumasa.
P.S. Maglalagay sana ako ng pera sa sobre kaso nalawayan ko na anak, di bale sa sususnod na buwan nalang ako magpapadala ng pera sa iyo anak, magaral ka ng mabuti!
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
Into a place far away but too familiar,
I push open the rusty purple gates,
Inhale a lungful of the province air,
Kick away blue pebbles on the dusty ground,
And then
Mano my lolo, my tito
Beso my lola, my tita
And give my cousins a nudge on the arm,
A pinch on the cheeks.
I squeeze between four people
In a rickety wooden bench and
Pass around plate after heavy plate.
I fill my banana leaf
With spaghetti too soft too sweet,
Almost like pudding,
With crispy chicken dripping with oil.
I wash it off with a cool glass of gulaman,
Chewy beads and gems in sugary water.
Fathers talk about basketball, boxing, billiards;
Mothers browse through photo albums and magazines;
While we children argue about Superman or Batman.
Our laughter fills the humid air
And goes up, up, up to the ears of the neighbors.
In celebration of the time we have together
And a nice sunny day
We devour our meals
And go ahead and
Climb trees and
Get our faces sticky with sweet fruits,
Lick chocolate ice popsicles,
Chase each other in the weedy playground,
Bike around town,
Pick colorful flowers,
Wrestle with each other,
Play badminton on a windy day,
Scare around chickens and guinea pigs,
And play patintero under the dull orange street lamps.
We nervously creep inside the back door,
All sweaty, bearing bruises and scratches
But still with wide smiles on our faces.
All is futile though.
An angry grandmother awaits,
Scolding us for
Coming home past sunset.
More and more stars glitter the sky
As the night gets deeper and deeper.
The gentle evening breeze whistles a note
As it enters through the window.
The karaoke blasts grating voices
Interrupted by hearty laughter.
Playing cards and corn chips litter the table.
We children exchange jokes and ghost stories.
And then,
We bid our goodbyes,
Sharing hugs and kisses
Stained with discontent and sadness.
Our hearts about to burst
In excitement for the next
Reunion.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 3:56 AM UTC
“The future depends on what you do today.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
Nakakapagod ang mangarap, yung naglalakad habang nananaginip ng gising, para ka lang gago na pabalik-balik, walang simula at walang katapusan. Walang ipinagiba sa mahabang dalampasigan habang sa taas nito ang hindi masukat na kalawakan, oo ganito ang mangarap at umasa ng dilat. Kung bata ka ayos lang na managinip kahit paulit-ulit lalo na kung hindi ka makatulog. Pero hindi kana bata, matanda kana – maanghang na ang utot mo hijo.
Sana ang buhay ay isang pangarap, sana lagi na lang ang tao nangangarap. Subalit ang buhay ay isang banyuhay kung saan ito’y laging nagbabagong hugis at anyo. Kailangan matuto kang humarap at sumabay sa mga pagbabago kahit ang mga ito’y sadyang nakakapanibago. Matanda kana hindi kana bata, ihinto na ang mga panaginip at kumilos ka ng ayon sa tawag ng kasalukuyan. Ang bukas (kung aabutan mo pa ito) ay nakasalalay sa iyong ngayon.
Matuto sa aral at karanasan ng iba pero ‘wag na ‘wag **** susundan ang kanilang anino, gumawa ka ng sarili **** liwanag. Maging pantas ka gamit ang sarili **** panulat, padaluyin mo dito ang laman ng iyong utak. Hindi lahat ng magaling mag-isip ay matalino kaya’t ‘wag **** kalilimutan na gamitin ang laman ng iyong puso. Bigyan mo ng respeto ang iyong sarili, ‘wag kang mangopya dahil hindi ka naman si Tito Sotto.
Ang lupa ay matagal nang sinalaula ng mga mapagmahal kuno sa bayan at ng mga ipokritong nagsasabing maka-diyos daw sila, utang na loob ‘wag ka nang dumagdag pa. Itigil mo na ang pananaginip mo ng gising dahil tanghali na, bumangon kana at gumawa. Gumawa ng mga mabubuti at kapakipakinabang na mga bagay. Mahalin ang sarili at ang kapwa na tulad sa’yong sarili. Iwasan mo ang umangal kung ibig **** maging marangal.
Sinunog at winasak ng mga ulol na tao ang mundo, laganap ang kahirapan, ang kaapihan at naglipana ang mga patay-gutom na walang tunay na kumakalinga at gustong tumulong. Panahon na para bumalikwas ka sa’yong pagkakahimbing, gawin mo ang inaakala **** magaling basta’t hindi ka makakasakit sa damdamin ng iba.
Hindi ka isang propeta pero sige sumigaw ka sa ilang kung kinakailangan, tawirin mo ang mga hangganan at gawin mo kung ano man ang tinitibok ng iyong damdamin. Ngayon ang tamang panahon upang ihasik ang iyong sigasig at mga kaisipan dahil kung hindi ay wala kang aanihin pagdating ng bukas na ‘yong inaasam.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
Go Tito, Go Tito
Go Tito, Go Tito
Go Tito, Go Tito
Mata los timbales
Go Tito
Go Tito, Go Tito
Go Tito, Go Tito
Go Tito, Go Tito
Mata los timbales
Go Tito
Oye como va...
the neighbors voices climbing out of windows left and right.
Is that you Tito?
Put down those pots and pans.
Make better use of those hands.
Don't you know those hands were made for working?
Follow your father to his factory grave shift,
Make razorblades to sell.
We'll always have hair on our faces.
Is that you Tito?
Knock off that racket.
Here I am trying to sleep
And you've got my feet to moving.
The night was made for dancing Tito,
And dancing was made for Harlem,
But that's bastante on a Wednesday mijo.
The young king packs up his studio,
Whistling dixie like she's never been whistled before.
Twirling the melody from royal lips,
Showing her how to use those God given hips.
Where did you find that groove you in your neck?
And do the words Puerto Rico still give you the chills?
You have walked on too many streets in New York City
And the Afro-beat is shacking up with the Cuban.
You can hear their children playing in the barrio allá,
And aquí they're blowing horns of imagination.
Make those wooden sticks tap your telegram, Tito.
Let the world know about this message brewing inside you.
They hate.
They yell.
They love to see you dancing,
But your ankles told you that wasn't right for you.
Your hands never have been able to keep still.
Maybe it's because they feel the future.
Do you realize where your bridge will lead?
You are the future Tito.
Do what you got to do to be where you got to be.
Play in Uncle Sam's band but don't you go to Normandy.
Follow your hands back to the big apple,
Take a bite out of this place they call Juliard.
When you sleep at night are they still screaming…
Go Tito, Go Tito
Go Tito, Go Tito
Go somewhere where the floor is on fire
With the fusion of jazz and samba.
Make it bigger Tito until it looks like it did in your dreams.
Pick up those sticks and mata los timbales.
Have the decency to wink when they name you king.
What is it that you mixed in that ***
Your alchemy giving birth to new species.
Have mercy Tito.
Your music is feasting on the ears of the public,
Your hands are drumming on the ecosystem.
They call it salsa, and you laugh
Because they can't taste the carne.
Shine those pots and pans.
Tip your hat to Spanish Harlem,
Where windows stay open to let the dreamers dream big
And the red brick walls are soaked with memories.
Babarabatiri Tito,
Teach the world how to dance.
Go Tito, Go Tito
Go Tito, Go Tito
Go Tito, Go Tito
Mata los timbales
Go Tito
Oye como va...
a legend.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
I think the end is mine to write (Cry For You, September)
Tell me darlin’ where do we begin? (Feel Good Drag, AnBerlin)
And if I die baby just know that I never got over you (Clocks Remix, Tito Lopez ft. Coldplay)
I’ll never give myself to another like I gave it to you (Rehab, Rihanna)
Cause anything worth my love is worth a fight (I’m Free, Kenny Loggins)
You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling (Sugar Sugar, Baby Bash ft. Frankie J)
Why deny it? It cannot wait I’m yours (I Won’t Say I’m In Love, Hercules) (I’m Yours, Jason Mraz)
Why don’t you sit right down and stay awhile? (Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?, She and Him)
We can share a cigarette cause we’re both fools (Yesterday, Atmosphere)
I can’t believe that’s what you said, I wonder am I sick? (Disco, Metro Station)
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me (Soundtrack 2 My Life, KiD CuDi)
Nothin’ heard nothin’ said, can’t even speak about it (Disturbia, Rihanna)
Cause when a heart breaks, it don’t break even (Breakeven, The Script)
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore (The Fear, Lily Allen)
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore (The Fear, Lilly Allen)
Take me to all that we had, the good and the bad (Never Forget You, Lupe Fiasco ft. John Legend)
These tears didn’t care, they just hung in the air and refuse to fall (Crooked Teeth, Death Cab For Cutie)
This is the way it’s really going down, is this how we say goodbye? (What Goes Around, J.T.)
Know that you could set the world on fire (Walking On Air, Kerl)
If you are strong enough to leave your doubt (Walking On Air, Kerl)
But baby, you make me better (You Make Me Better, Ne Yo ft. Fabulous)
And it makes me feel so fine I can’t control my brain (Island in the Sun, Weezer)
I keep on runnin’ and nothin’ helps, I can’t get away from you (Erase Me, KiD CuDi ft. Kanye West)
We can’t rewind now, we’ve gone too far (The Internet Killed the Video Star, The Limousines)
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you (Reflections, Atmosphere)
No matter where I am, no matter what I do, I’m always coming back home to you (Always Coming Back Home to You, Atmosphere)
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 3:20 PM UTC
Your eyes cataracts - fogged over, with a hint of blue
Still you saw more than most anyone I've known
I thought you a sorcerer, a mystic man
with lightening speeds you spun tales in thunder clapping rooms
A modern day chief, good will ambassador of Hope
you were the glue of an entire village,
sticking your heart on everyone like that
The Discovery Cafe, your story telling room, disguised as a restaurant,
a place you opened years ago
Many came hungry only for your stories
One could not easily eat and run or have a cup of joe and go, just not possible
when Tito had the floor
Tales of fishing, gold panning, black and brown bears, one with his head stuck in a lard bucket,
or the one that chased some lady up a tree.
The way your hands moved, while you went into a trance was a sight to behold
Though you never confessed it, I'm pretty sure you were a hypnotist
How many times I went for coffee at 9AM never leaving til' noon,
completely bowled over, ****** in by the fantastic rip tide of you!
I saw you just months before you passed
Though you had gone deaf and blind, your love was ever present, it's been felt everyday since,
in a world that has changed a darker shade of blue,
Tito how can I ever thank you?
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 12:00 PM UTC
He spoke about Mike far from the Jackson but more like the color Brown.
As if whites love to see white since the lightest part of his body was in the air before his demise.
I think you should cut that dread off you know the one for Mike Brown since you weren't there. Far from a activist I honestly don't give a **** Far from an activist you're just adding fuel to extinguishing flames. You know how words spread like aids. People saw what they saw, so they say. You're no Martin you're no Malcom you're more like Powell.
This is when I knew I was a racist since all lives don't matter so you say.
If I was to die today in the hands of a white man. You wouldn't care since I'm light right.
Spanish boy on the mic.
Like if my daddy wasn't black as Wesley Snipes. But you know how the ***** daddy story goes.
Never home.
Left mama with a belly on her own.
They don't want to be the fathers but sure in hell they want to hit the daughters.
I prayed one day you'll walk through that door without the bottle. That's my only memory.
A dream.
So if I was to die today you wouldn't care or maybe for half
I mean my dad left me slung
Guess that changes the fact the left me hug like a pair Jays on the electrical line
Never to come by.
Never to teach how to ride a bike.
Never to teach me how to fight.
This is when I knew I was a racist.
Because I hate people, I hate crowded places.
I hate 34th street I hate 42nd.
I hate the city life
I should be somewhere in the country side.
But back to the matter tell me would you care if I die today in the hands of a white man.
What if I got killed by my enemy since minority violence is not a hate crime to society.
You see Tito got popped by Jahim
And Jahim lights went off in the middle of the night by Piddy
But these life's don't matter right
Is just minority violence
Is not the same media feed.
So for all you rappers, poets and activist whose saw Mikes hands up round of applause.
You're just like the media feeding in to what your eyes didn't see.
Is not about the truth anymore ******* but the ratings.
So to the special guest of honor poet I must tell you I'm a racist
I have 6 dead Spanish friends killed by all hands
Black, white and of time
Don't speak to me about justice
This wasn't Gardner or Bell
And if there's beef let me know I always keep a glock close.
My life won't matter to you like to yours won't matter to me.
But if that's what makes me a racist,
Mother ****** what are you?
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
#No me diga – la nena ‘ta pregnant again?
(I thought she decided no more after Tito…)
she’s almost 16 – and she dropped out of school.
(It might be the spice in abuela’s sofrito…)
There’s one in the oven and two in the stroller
Oh nubile Boricua, what gives – ¿Qué sería?
if life is the masa and birth is the bakery
yours is a virtual panadería…
Some pulse in your short-shorts, those flexible hips
under tropical rhythm of lewd reggaeton
seems to summon the ***** from your lover’s abundance
whenever you find yourselves home and alone.
Where’s your man? Who’s the daddy? Why didn’t he stay?
your gaze is unsettling, harshly pathetic.
You sad Betty-Boop: are you waiting in vain
for your man – or your period? How unpoetic…
This life lived on welfare, entitled, enslaved
with your babies at grandma’s and you with your phone
is a taxpayer’s nightmare and teenage recurrence
(but you’re busy texting some drama unknown…)
Mamita herself looks more like your hermana
She started this game even earlier, too
When you stand, side by side, in your thongs and pijama
it’s hard to be sure who is who.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
Jazz women clap in unison, black.
All the boys in the club move
way, way over, for your health,
sister.
Some bartenders smoke ****
while polishing glasses, big or
small.
Cartoons play on box t.v.s
while people look at hubs on
smartphones.
Some gruff guy points at you
-- and, yes, it could have been
me --
we have a phone call, I think.
Who uses a payphone, any-
-damn-more.
Choir children double for choir
mice.
Helicopter parents hover their
hands above their juniper drinks.
Gesturing at poorly dressed kids
has never been this in fashion.
Be perfect for the camera;
this moment will be captured
by synthetic eye.
Moms and Brads turn to
look at us laugh. Which has
always been in poor taste.
They say my poetry is bad
and your music is **** -- but
I guess it's nice that someone
gave us those views.
Columbia and Harvard
seem like distant planets.
But that's where we'll be,
supposedly.
You with your Guinness,
me with my Tito's.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
they say the saddest
are the most happy
how a comedian can
stand up on stage to
make himself the world’s fool
because he had never
heard of a joke like love
our lady of perpetual sorrow
grabs the fool from everyone
a leach of life that chooses
to choose a happiness like you
extracts all it can
like nectar to a bee
but it’s almost relieving when
it had no where else to be
i have begun to believe
life isn't about all the
joys to feel and
things to see
it's not about you and
it's definitely not about me
the illusion is that
greatness is up and
failure is down when
true progression doesn’t
care for dimensions
remember the comedian
who hates it all
who makes it funny
because he recalls
if i can’t be happy
everyone can
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
And as the moonlight came closer
You and I saw us sitting by the sea-side
And as our hearts drew nearer
You and I saw lips that never lied
As I listened to your sweet rhymes
Your tongue moved a thousand times
Between us the birds dropped their feathers
Whispering to themselves about you and me
On the coastal trees heard we their twitters
Hitting everywhere and thus rolling the sea
Your eyes were raptured looking into mine
And I became sure our affection was divine
As we heard the murmurs of the breeze
And the songs of the fronds around the air
I cuddled you and your hairs would freeze
You felt relieved and away ran your fear
Sea-side love seemed like earthly paradise
And its reflection emanated from your eyes
Bolatito, wherever you may be today
I wish you recall us and what we share
Remember how we use to love and play
And how my touch once killed your malaria
I can't wait to see you and repeat a walk
And do again our sea-side twilight talk
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
Grade-schooler Tito loved going to school
To learn division and multiplication.
He tried to ignore the violence around him
But lived each day with trepidation.
He cut through an El Salvadorian town
To get to his school—a daily trek.
He constantly encountered violent street gangs—
Each frightful day a reality check.
One day Tito failed to come home.
The next morning grimly revealed
The poor school child’s dismembered body
Lying in an abandoned field.
Lucas and Marco feared for their lives,
In their small town in El Salvador,
Where violence governed their daily existence
As ruthless street gangs carried out their war.
When the boys’ mother was gunned down before them,
Fearing they’d be next, the brothers thenceforth
Left their home and their few belongings
And started on a long journey north.
Traveling hundreds of miles with no money
To leave a place of chaos and disorder
Would be a daunting task, along with
The added uncertainty at our country’s border.
The gangs in Honduras recruit young children.
In Guatemala they do so as well.
Some kids as young as eight or nine
Serve as drug runners from what we hear tell.
Two of the Central American gangs
That helped to create this horrible mess
Were not homegrown entities at all
But got their start HERE in the U.S.
How sad it is to see children suffer!
How helpless one feels in solving the matter!
But merely doing lip service with no action
Means nothing; it’s worthless. It’s just idle chatter.
Who are these children, fleeing their homes—
Fleeing the lands where violence reigns?
Who are these kids whom the world has let down—
Whose hope for escape is all that remains?
- by Bob B
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
parang ref sa bahay n'yo
parang lego ng kapatid mo
parang pustiso ng lola mo sa baso
permanente
hindi pwede galawin sa lugar
baka bulyawan ni nanay
o magtantrums si junie boy
at atakihin pa ang lola mo
mga bagay na permanente
hindi pwede galawin
parang tattoo ng tito **** adik
parang tsokolate sa puting damit
parang kilay ng teacher **** masungit
permanente
hindi pwede galawin
parang ikaw sa puso ko
parang imahe mo sa utak ko
parang... parang...
parang bawat permanente sa mundo na hindi mo na mababago
parang ako para sayo
at ikaw na hindi para sa akin
permanente
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
"Don't die on the inside,"
was the text i sent-
knowing it was a bittersweet visit
and a hard decision.
"I'm gonna get so ****** up,"
to forget- as we discussed,
because everyone knows
Bud is the friend of the broken.
Never forget, my friend,
the things that make you feel,
because numbness is a hell
of probing fingers only the mute acknowledge.
Upon discussion, you recite back
the "right thing to do" with all the logic-
an adult assurance of
knowing what's best over what's wanted.
And yet, stone words
rolled easily off of my well-advise tongue
to assure you
of the answer you dreaded.
We both know the ONE will
never come, doesn't exsist, was never determined-
but try to appreciate that your stage time
hasn't yet come in the tragedy that is love.
So when the stone words weigh you down,
don't jump in, don't drown.
Take each stone, examining it well,
and don't die on the inside.
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 5:28 PM UTC
"i don't want to rule or conquer anyone;
i should like to help everyone if possible —
jew, gentile, black man, white
we all want to help one another;
human beings are like that."
charlie chaplin wrote these words for
"the great dictator" a political satire
the nazis didn't want to hear anymore
but the dictator's speech went viral
in a wehrmacht's cinema, partisans of tito
made fun of ****** and exchanged
a propaganda-film for chaplin's video
an audience of nazis raged
a flash of fun in a ***** led by
insane murderers on stimulants
***
mr. chaplin i do thank you for
your outcry emerging from
human tragedy.
good bye...
R.I.P. Charles Spencer Chaplin
✞ December 25th 1977
God bless you.
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
Surely, this one of saddest elegy
Of this our noble, plain country
O’er the death of our King of Comedy
Oh, my painful farewell, Tito Dolphy
Why did you leave us this so early?
For a great man like thee – early is eighty-three
We’re one before with idol Manny V.
Also along to PNoy sorry
But yours alone the grandest trophy
Kevin Cosme, bye bye family tree
Markova, sayonara honorable tsupee
Fr. Jejemon, mi ultimo adios to thee
Hahaha! Hehehe! Hihihi!
This thy dearest legacy
Shall not forsake the memory
Philippine media’s joyful mystery
Glorious accolades to eternity
Hope in heaven you again we see
In this hour of our nation’s melancholy
May now God’s angel’s hug thee tightly
Thank you for making Philippines happy.
-07/10/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
vision blurred.
speech slurred.
"sometimes theres so much beauty in the world.. **** i can't take it"
i always hope to learn form watching movies.
between sips of tito's *****
and studying.
i struggle to see what i really want.
to sway and mumble my life away
or to seek out "american beauty"
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
in the fourth grade
his father showed him
how to **** a man
by breaking his neck
my young friend demonstrated
“first push, then pull”
he got expelled
for unknown reasons
transferred to another school
didn’t see him again
till Jr. High
he didn’t have the grades
to get into my classes
except for P. E.
we enjoyed playing football
and basketball
one time some crazy dude
decided to jump on my back
I cracked him in the head with an elbow
he was dazed and said
“nobody hits me in the ****** head”
as he staggered and backed down
I heard my friend proudly telling others
about it (hehe)
still the same old bad boy
but he was always cool with me
the things people said about him
stuff he did with a dog
a total lack of respect for women
he got convicted for ******
a seventy year old lady
he says he didn’t do it
part of the crack generation
with all that went with that
dealin’ and usin’s cycle of survival
I heard he got beaten up
nearly to death
and mysteriously dropped off
at E.R.’s door
he says the police did it
strangely
despite his corrupt ways
he was always candid
and seemed honest
it makes me wonder
saw him at Tito’s
getting tacos with his girl
he had cleaned up well
driving a Cadillac
with a Christian crown
in the rear window
ran into him at the corner
the liquor store near my job
he had been clean for three years
that last time I saw him
now he was living in that Caddy
with his big brother
back in the alley
he told me he was sick of this ****
caught me up with the boys
who had died
who got sick
who got sick and died
he asked if my car
was in the parking lot everyday
like he was gonna come and find me
I told him not to
he needed to go downtown
get to a shelter
to a program
as I turned to walk away
he called out, “love you”
I turned to face him
still back peddling towards the car
tapping my fist on my heart
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 5:07 AM UTC
Fridays were always fun.
Jack was always the bold one, but once you knew him, it wasn’t that bad. You be surprised, once he got going, he became the life of the party.
Jerry was sweet and got along with everyone, though if you cornered him, he has one hell-of-a-punch.
Tito was smooth too, and like Jerry, got along with everyone. But became a bit bitter later in life.
Jim, Jose and Bulleit—man those three guys always got into trouble. They were ok at first, but we had a falling out as they fought with themselves and everyone else. Probably for the best not to worry about them.
And Mary. I don’t know how to explain it. She had a certain allure, an air about her. She is sweet, good looking, and super funny. No matter who she is with she can have a good time, down to party whenever.
I suppose we all have lives now.
Too responsible.
But we deserve to have a good time, right?
It is a Friday.
I’ll be honest out of everyone I’d contact, it would be Mary. Maybe Jack and Jerry, only if Mary said she was cool with them as well. Anyone else though and the good times will not roll.
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 11:17 AM UTC
It is Maori language week here in NZ, so...
Ko te ahua o taku aroha
He ngawari taku aroha
Ka pupuhi nga puawai ngawari
i runga kahui puna mahana
Kei te takaro toku aroha
he matotoru
kopikopiko i roto i te tito aroha
Ko taku aroha he ra raumati
takai te kare
ite marama me te mahana
Aroha katoa ahau
te kotahi te honi pi
huri noa i ahau i roto i toku ngakau
~~~~~~~*~
and in translation..
The nature of my love
my love is gentle
soft petals blown
on a warm spring breeze
my love is playful
a tender tickle
enveloped in a loving tease
my love is a summer day
wrapped in emotion
clearly felt and warm
my love is all for you
the one true honey-bee
as around my heart you swarm.
J.C. honey-tiger 09/09/2019.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
in the fourth grade
his father showed him
how to **** a man
by breaking his neck
my young friend demonstrated
“first push, then pull”
he got expelled
for unknown reasons
transferred to another school
didn’t see him again
till Jr. High
he didn’t have the grades
to get into my classes
except for P. E.
we enjoyed playing football
and basketball
one time some crazy dude
decided to jump on my back
I cracked him in the head with an elbow
he was dazed and said
“nobody hits me in the ****** head”
as he staggered and backed down
I heard my friend proudly telling others
about it (hehe)
still the same old bad boy
but he was always cool with me
the things people said about him
stuff he did with a dog
a total lack of respect for women
he got convicted for ******
a seventy year old lady
he says he didn’t do it
part of the crack generation
with all that went with that
dealin’ and usin’s cycle of survival
I heard he got beaten up
nearly to death
and mysteriously dropped off
at E.R.’s door
he says the police did it
strangely
despite his corrupt ways
he was always candid
and seemed honest
it makes me wonder
saw him at Tito’s
getting tacos with his girl
he had cleaned up well
driving a Cadillac
with a Christian crown
in the rear window
ran into him at the corner
the liquor store near my job
that time I saw him
he had been clean for three years
now he was living in that Caddy
with his big brother
back in the alley
he told me he was sick of this ****
caught me up with the boys
who had died
who got sick
who got sick and died
he asked if my car
was in the parking lot everyday
like he was gonna come and find me
I told him not to
he needed to go downtown
get to a shelter
to a program
as I turned to walk away
he called out, “love you”
I turned to face him
still walking towards the car
back peddling
tapping my fist on my heart
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
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John, Virginia Powers and Asia, Orleans, Plans for a child's radar
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Vedia school English literature, it is very important clinical property, especially with a quarter of the index Christopher.
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who was born in it, as did the glories M. Ludwigsburg VZAN loom. Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - places on earth, John, Virginia Powers and Asia, Orleans, Plans for a child's radar in water transparencies, glasses for children paths. Of the entire world. The stars of the music scene watching the scene watching the music and songs and music in the eyes of Russian Jews bringing podcasts. Dust humans pages - Netsuke School Vedia school English literature, it is very important clinical property, especially with a quarter of the index Christopher.Black Women's museums free Middle Eastern visits, since 1000 View, which is not bare, and the Ludwigsburg VZAN models. The glories. Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work.
World Heritage Sites - Earth's room, Tito, horoscope, and Asia Power, Water Orleans Plans My Child's radar transparencies, Mirrors beginning, in the middle of paths. Of the entire world. The stars of the music scene watching the scene watching the music and songs and music in the eyes of Russian Jews bringing podcasts. The powder pages - See Netsuke School Community School, in turn tov: The thing is, Christopher black, 3 index important.Women readily convince Museum and Middle Eastern,
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who was born in it, as did the glories M. Ludwigsburg VZAN loom.
Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - places on earth, John, Virginia Powers and Asia, Orleans, Plans for a child's radar in water transparencies, glasses for children paths. Of the entire world.
The stars of the music scene watching the scene watching the music and songs and music in the eyes of Russian Jews bringing podcasts.
Dust humans pages - Netsuke School Vedia school English literature,
it is very important clinical property, especially with a quarter of the index Christopher.Black Women's museums free Middle Eastern visits,
since 1000 View, which is not bare, and the Ludwigsburg VZAN models. The glories. Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - Earth's room, Tito, horoscope, and Asia Power, Water Orleans Plans My Child's radar transparencies, Mirrors beginning, in the middle of paths. Of the entire world. The stars of the music scene watching the scene watching the music and songs and music in the eyes of Russian Jews bringing podcasts.
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that is, who was born in Ludwigsburg VZAN Lace. The glories.
Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - Earth's room,
Tito, horoscope, and Asia Power, Water Orleans Plans My Child's radar transparencies, Mirrors beginning, in the middle of paths. Of the entire world. The stars of the music scene watching the scene watching the music and songs and music in the eyes of Russian Jews bringing podcasts.
The powder pages - Netsuke School and the School of International Tou, again, is a good thing, Christopher black, 3 index important.
Women readily convince Museum and Middle Eastern,
who was born in it, as did the glories M. Ludwigsburg VZAN loom.
Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - places on earth,
John, Virginia Powers and Asia, Orleans, Plans for a child's radar in water transparencies, glasses for children paths. Of the entire world.
The stars of the music scene watching the scene watching the music
and songs and music in the eyes of Russian Jews bringing podcasts.
Dust humans pages - Netsuke School Vedia school English literature,
it is very important clinical property, especially with a quarter of the index Christopher.Black Women's museums free Middle Eastern visits, since 1000 View, which is not bare, and the Ludwigsburg VZAN models.
The glories. Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - Earth's room, Tito, horoscope, and Asia Power, Water Orleans Plans My Child's radar transparencies, Mirrors beginning, in the middle of paths. Of the entire world. The stars of the music scene watching the scene watching the music and songs and music in the eyes of Russian Jews bringing podcasts.
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Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - Earth's room, Tito, horoscope, and Asia Power, Water Orleans Plans My Child's radar transparencies, Mirrors beginning, in the middle of paths.
Of the entire world. The stars of the music scene watching the scene watching the music and songs and music in the eyes of Russian Jews bringing podcasts. The powder pages - Netsuke School and the School of International Tou, again, is a good thing, Christopher black, 3 index important. Women readily convince Museum and Middle Eastern,
who was born in it, as did the glories M. Ludwigsburg VZAN loom.
Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - places on earth, John, Virginia Powers and Asia, Orleans, Plans for a child's radar in water transparencies, glasses for children paths. Of the entire world.
The stars of the music scene watching the scene watching the music
and songs and music in the eyes of Russian Jews bringing podcasts.
Dust humans pages - Netsuke School Vedia school English literature,
it is very important clinical property, especially with a quarter of the index Christopher.Black Women's museums free Middle Eastern visits,
since 1000 View, which is not bare, and the Ludwigsburg VZAN models.
The glories. Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - Earth's room, Tito, horoscope, and Asia Power, Water Orleans Plans My Child's radar transparencies, Mirrors beginning, in the middle of paths.
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who was born in it, as he did in the glory of Ludwigsburg VZAN Lace. Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - places on earth,
John, Virginia Powers and Asia, Orleans, Plans for a child's radar
in water transparencies, glasses for children paths. Of the entire world.
The stars of the music scene watching the scene watching the music
and songs and music in the eyes of Russian Jews bringing podcasts.
Dust humans pages - Netsuke School Vedia school English literature,
it is very important clinical property, especially with a very Christopher. Index is black, and the fourth, women, museums, and without price View Middle Eastern, 1000, that is, who was born in Ludwigsburg VZAN Lace. The glories. Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - Earth's room, Tito, horoscope, and Asia Power, Water Orleans Plans My Child's radar transparencies, Mirrors beginning, in the middle of paths.
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of International Tou, again, is a good thing, Christopher black, 3 index important.Women readily convince Museum and Middle Eastern,
who was born in it, as did the glories M. Ludwigsburg VZAN loom.
Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - places on earth,
John, Virginia Powers and Asia, Orleans, Plans for a child's radar in water transparencies, glasses for children paths. Of the entire world.
The stars of the music scene watching the scene watching the music
and songs and music in the eyes of Russian Jews bringing podcasts.
Dust humans pages - Netsuke School Vedia school English literature, it is very important clinical property, especially with a quarter of the index Christopher.Black Women's museums free Middle Eastern visits,
since 1000 View, which is not bare, and the Ludwigsburg VZAN models. The glories. Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - Earth's room, Tito, horoscope, and Asia Power, Water Orleans Plans My Child's radar transparencies, Mirrors beginning, in the middle of paths.
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born in it as he did in the glory of Ludwigsburg VZAN Lace.
Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. World Heritage Sites - places on earth,
and John Powers Virginia ||
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC