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Ang EDSA ay kumakaway Ang bayan ay nakaratay Saklolo ay hinihintay Marami nang napapatay Ang EDSA ay tumatawag Ang baya’y di makapalag Pambabastos di masalag Kahit mali’y pumapayag Sinungaling, hindi tapat Pati lahat n’yang kasabwat Naniwala naman lahat Instant solve daw droga’t kawat Ngunit ngayo’y malinaw na Na ginawa tayong tanga Magnanakaw 'nilibing pa na bayani, An'yare na? Ang EDSA’y nagmamadali Kaliluha’y naghahari Tama’y ginagawang mali Ang ganito’y di maari Bayan noo’y nagkaisa Diktadura'y itinumba Karapatan ng balana Hindi pwedeng ibasura Diktadura’y hindi dapat Mapabalik at magkalat Kapag kapit-bisig lahat Lakas ay walang katapat Ang ‘EDSA One’ ay larawan Nanindigang sambayanan Aral ay hwag kalimutan Kalayaa’y IPAGLABAN!
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
Ang EDSA ay Tumatawag (Di N'yo Ba Naririnig? - Walong Dalit)
Stopper allsh Chub forsh shrame Good Chinwag, yah? Arsh sieve Combatibles posh Boys bare playe Shaye, yay Share! Bar score thore Pieces me - bah! Mayse Lion bare thine; Yare Deer-Berry splaye Wot cot Beagle-Risen thorse Polliwog Spout Arms dash Legs arsh instant forsh shore Sport Water-Rouse, rebound! Spare Skin-Sherry shogg Staple coach-wires faye John Tom's Report Behave, tharne! Parallipparel Shape conduct Pour-Pore noodlesee Six-Squares shrub contesse Mare beere yorsh Chest torso-avenue locke Reprodpress marsh baye Bub-Peppers finesse. Staye-upon-staye bore thoose talkitook borough Boy-ish-Boy-font-fare-Potiphar-although.
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 7:59 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY NINE - TOM DALEY
Pain is a warning that points to danger --       that the wrong choice was made                in baring hand to flame;       or the wrong thing was desired                in the objectification of another;       that the wrong expectations were held                in contempt of circumstance; The truly foolish        romanticize the warning                and ignore the danger                           to which it points; and the lost       mistake the warning                for a guidepost beckoning                           toward safe-houses; This obsession the pearl of Pain in ignorance,       for the wrong direction taken                at the fork of Pain and Sorrow;       the wrong outcome desired                in pressing on unbalanced; and,       the wrong ideal held as Truth                in seeking fulfillment; the burden of youth yare to claim its potential, ready to risk and fail.       Wisdom says, "Push on through"...       and also, "Know when to quit." For men yet forget the meaning of Pain. Pain is a warning against ignorance, inviting the seeker to set aside illusions, coaxing the candid to shed misplaced pride; The truly foolish        romanticize ignorance                and endanger the soul                           to which it points; and the lost       mistake ignorance                for reason itself,                           and become enthralled; This obsession the pearl of Pain in ignorance,       for the wrong direction taken                at the fork of Pain and Sorrow;       the wrong outcome desired                in pressing on unbalanced; and,       the wrong ideal held as Truth                in seeking fulfillment.
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
The Wrong Choice
Pain is a warning that points to danger --       that the wrong choice was made                in baring hand to flame;       or the wrong thing was desired                in the objectification of another;       that the wrong expectations were held                in contempt of circumstance; The truly foolish        romanticize the warning                and ignore the danger                           to which it points; and the lost       mistake the warning                for a guidepost beckoning                           toward safe-houses; This obsession the pearl of Pain in ignorance,       for the wrong direction taken                at the fork of Pain and Sorrow;       the wrong outcome desired                in pressing on unbalanced; and,       the wrong ideal held as Truth                in seeking fulfillment; the burden of youth yare to claim its potential, ready to risk and fail.       Wisdom says, "Push on through"...       and also, "Know when to quit." For men yet forget the meaning of Pain. Pain is a warning against ignorance, inviting the seeker to set aside illusions, coaxing the candid to shed misplaced pride; The truly foolish        romanticize ignorance                and endanger the soul                           to which it points; and the lost       mistake ignorance                for reason itself,                           and become enthralled; This obsession the pearl of Pain in ignorance,       for the wrong direction taken                at the fork of Pain and Sorrow;       the wrong outcome desired                in pressing on unbalanced; and,       the wrong ideal held as Truth                in seeking fulfillment.
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En la distancia pides concilio, mientras frío me encuentro pensándote. En tus ojos tan negros, repletos del vacío, y en las lágrimas incautas, pidiendo perdón, sin siquiera sentirlo, porque caen sobre mí, dulce y cándida tendida sobre la cama, caen, de forma vertiginosa, sobre las llamas del amanecer malva. Se prende en fuego, el dolor; sobre nuestros ojos. Se prende en fuego, el amor; sobre nuestra nada. Poco a poco me convierto en una máscara de circo, llena de colores, con un cuerno sobre mi frente que empuja toda mis entrañas, un monstruo, un adefesio; la abominación de mis pensamientos. En la distancia, me ruegas el concilio, mientras frío, repleto de marcas, me encuentro pensándote. En las dunas de un arenal basto, en las tierras de yare, donde soy un diablo.
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
Cuento Criollo.
I doth love thou with most every an ounce of mine own being So much so yond mine own heart, nor mine own soul hath not the capacity to deny O, I doth so hold dearly to mine own consciousness The knowledge yond I truly beest enamored by thee, mine own dearly beloved Is the reason I shalt subsist; ‘tis for the envy I hold for the world And for the love of thee; I doth so deeply cherish Our time together And as such is true for dram to nay extant being For thou art mine own muse, wonder of human creation to behold With a mind full of thoughts and with a heart full of envy, love, and sorrow We shalt over wroght And beest ever so true to thee, I shalt beest Nay want of yare Nor an abundance of need Shalt dispell the love I doth hath for thee For it hath been writ in stone
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
In Love and in Envy
When you're yare, and find yourself Please come and swipe me from the shelf Afore it's too tardy Afore I wither away to dust Don't let this be your most astronomically immense regret Take a leap of faith and trust Please don't be apologetic The damage is done Crumpled, torn paper There is no regalement You may cerebrate your not right But to me, your impeccable Why can't things be different Who do you forfend I'm falling for you I'll promise I'll be better My heart you have too
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
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