"yare" poems
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!
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
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.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 7:59 AM UTC
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.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
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.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
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
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
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
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC