Not when clouds turn grey
Nor when the wind ceases to howl

Not when the ground shakes
Nor the earth rumbles

Not even when mountains erupt
Or when the forest sunders

Only when

Souls tear apart
With a sound that makes even the mightiest ones shudder

When your mind breaks
And you give in to despair
Like pillars of cement
Coming down to the abyss

Only When

You seek solace in cigarettes
Or see a better life by the bottle

Does the world end

Isa, dalawa, hanggang sampu.
Bilang sa daliri ko
Ang bilang ng araw na umuwi
Ako na hindi lasing

Sa pagpasok pa lang
Uwi na ang hinahanap
Para makapiling
Ang kanais nais kong kama

Ngunit bago sa pagalis
Ay may karamdamang
Hindi kakaiba
Hindi nakapagtataka

Ang pagtawag ng cervesa at tabako
Ng aking utak para sa aking katawan
Ay dumadagumgdong
Sa kaluluwa kong mahina

Isang bote isa pa isa pa
Isang kaha isa pa tama na
tuloy tuloy ang daloy ng alak
Sunod sunod Ang buka ng usok

Sa pagtulog ubos na ang pakiramdam
Ni-pandinig ay sumuko na.
Amoy na lang ng amats
Ano na ba anng kinahihinatnan

Isa

Dalawa

Tatlo

Hanggang sampu

Bilang sa aking kamay
Ang araw na Hindi ako lasing
Ang sigarilyong hindi naubos
At ang mga araw na humihinga pa ako

My heart is for rent.
Holding a space for one.
And do not tell me that you can't

In here is home
Comfort and solace
Like tiny shells being washed by seafoam

It is a place for you
And you alone
The only acceptable who in this world of who's who

But maybe one is not enough
Oh my dear you are right
A space for another, no not a bluff

My heart is for rent.
It holds space now for two.
It holds one for you,
The other one for me.

Because it is cliche
How can you love another,
If you cannot love yourself.

It's ******
It's gore
It's death
It's destruction

It's pain
It's torment
It's torture
It's suffering

It's fear
It's uncertainty
It's weakness
It's every breakdown you could possibly think of

All for

A moment of peace
Pleasure
Maybe romance

All for one moment of happiness

Look forward to a day
Where today is no longer yesterday

Yesterday was fear
Yesterdays of uncertainty
Of longing.
Of only pure liquid coursing through your veins

Oh the yesterday where rain is a blessing
When the heat
You feel is only sunlight
Ah a heat lacking lust

A dream

But look forward to today
A today where it is tomorrow

And imagine
That today is a blessing
Today is sunlight
Imagine that today there is warmth

Now after today
After today brings

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
A tomorrow of uncertainty
Another tomorrow of fear
And another
And another
And another

A tomorrow
Of dreaming of today
Back to yesterday and yesterday

Of empty glasses,
And bottles. Only I am
None but emptier

I the onlooker
Looks on the tender sweetness
Of the bond between
Man and woman
Woman and man
Man to man and
Woman to woman

A blissful repose
Is what a yearn for
When the scent of colorful daisies
Or the chime of tiny bells
Becomes only an apparition;
An idea at the back of my mind

In front of that one person
My mind would be blank,
If not of the thought of my love
The one's whose light does not shine through my darkness
But of the light that casts a further spark into whats left of my smoldering fervor

I the onlooker
looks on tender sadness
Caused by love not being able to find me,
Of what was found once but what was lost

Oh a bitter-sweet sensation this epiphany
Love cannot find me now
However I the onlooker;
Still looks on

The flowers are in bloom...
      and so are you
So much so the sky will open up...
      just for you
And angels will come rushing out...
      looking for you
For you have something they own...
      yes it is true

A smile so beautiful;
      painted with an angelic hue
A smile lovely enough,
      to make me chase after you...

But the angels will return empty-handed,
      will cry adieu!
            for no one can ever take
                  that sweet, angelic you

Its so funny
To love something
You used to hate
So much

Whiffs of smoke
Pints of gold

Now you drown
Now you burn

But now its not even sad.
It all makes sense.
For you to hide something you love so much,
And to ****** those that you hate

Shadows rain on this lonely evening
Netiher candles lit nor the street lights
Can break through this grasp of darkness

The leaves rustle through the wind
Cursing its cruel fate
Of hanging on in the darkness

Even the sweeter fruits take no mercy
And the fall and fall towards to the ground
To be trampled by the men who see only darkness

The branches on the trees however,
Are inviting; are inciting
Calling you up to their height
To hang by a rope in the darkness

And darkness tramples
Darkness mocks
Darkness dares
You to get out
Of its devilish grasp
Its fiendish grip

And the flickering candles
Beg you to go to the motion
No light can reach you: the candles say
There is nothing for you:
The mangled fruits say

And the shadows give ts embrace
It's time
Let's go away from this
Empty and lonely place

Strange it really is
To call a place with people
That I just dont know,

Save a few bottles
And glasses with beer on tap,
Somewhere I call home.

Ev'ry puff of smoke
Ev'ry bottle down my throat:
A day near my death

Heathens may only wonder,
Ethereals stare and ponder
Righteously at whom is love
As he shudders: that ******* god above

In ropes, little Sparrow attempts to fly
Feet tangled to the ground
But with wings ready to glide

The first burst of flight,
Sparrow struggles.
Sand and gravel getting in the way of
its lonely path

Then the next,
was none so different.
Winds howling;
Give it up its impossible
Your freedom is highly improbable

Shackles mocking Sparrow:
This is reality
The ground is your home
The sky is fantasy
There is no sun, no stars, no moon for you
What lies beyond is simply tragedy

Sparrow does not listen.
Wings beat against the shackles
Against the chains of reality
Sparrow gains a boost.
A last surge of adrenaline
The ropes seem to weaken;
Now courage seems to thicken

A gust of hope from beneath the wings.
One more.
Just one more.
And Sparrow is free.
Free from this dastardly reality...

And finally at long last.
The fetters have given.
The shackles have broke.
The rope has snapped.

For a moment. Just a moment.
Sparrow is free. Free to the edge.
Onward

To the cage of fantasy.

Sparrow realizes.
There is no freedom.
No ground
No rope
No shackle.
No not anymore.

There is but the fantasy
Of the sun the moon and the stars
The forests the skies the seas unending.

Oh lonely Sparrow
Sad little Sparrow
You were once fettered to the chains of reality
Only to be chained
and bound
by the horror of fantasy.

Oh sad little being
Once again you have returned
To the melancholy
You may or may not have earned.

Not long ago you were dancing

To the tunes of Paris, the songs of France
and the hymns of underworlds below
A heat. One which you've bellowed inside of I
to flames stoking to the sky

Now left with smolders and ashes
Now left with charcoal and darkness

Next you flew out like a phoenix /a bird/ from death
then a flower in the spring
then a mirror on the wall
and so so so so much more

Where are you now?
         A phoenix - a fantasy
Where are you?
         Not spring, but winter
Where
         The mirror. Is shattered

Today; and a few yesterdays ago
you return

but

I know you
You're no girl
  no woman
      no bird
         no bard
             no flower
                 no grave
                     no painting
                         no angel
                              no nothing

                                    no anything

You are /right now/
A spectre
    a ghost
        an apparition
Wailing through my very soul
            /a poltergeist/
Chilling my fractured person
My lost icon

Yes...

You haunt me

And like the thirsty ***** in the bowels of every woman and man
I beg you to once again

ravage me...

You were a bud
Hiding beauty inside yourself

A bud waiting to bloom
And bloomed beautifully you did

Now a rose you shown your color
A dazzling red growing from green

Hid inside a glass dome you wait
People thinking youd never break

You were a rose hidden inside a shell
Yet You had fallen from the skies and your petals fell
You will return to the sky where you belong
Among the roses and your thorns

My dear you were a fallen rose
But my dear; to everyone
   you are still a rose

The magician sleeps
His assistant; she'll follow
Bidding him sweet dreams

Oh shining lights; you who clear my misty vision
Clear also the fog ahead of my weary feet
Let me follow you to the right path; the right road
Turning the grit in my boots to the grit in me

Words go on and on
Seemingly endless chatter
It's just so tiring

So I accept it
Don't stop. Just do as you wish
Just keep on going

En garde...

At the ready
at the command
unsheathe your blade
prepare where you stand

ahead of you is no man
ahead is fear, anxiety
impatience, dread
but play it right, ahead is victory

Etes-vous prets?

Now the blade is in view
its owner waiting for the foray
its steel waiting for your neck
its danger awaiting the melee

You feel the sweat on your brow,
Tension now reaching your nape
Your arms twitching and shaking
They are aggravated for their escape

Allez!

First there is quiet...
Then your arms bolt!
Your legs dart!
A clash of steel... and now the halt

Again at the ready
En garde...
Prets...
Allez!*

Threatening the enemy
with your edge like gunpoint...
A step... You pounce!
Connect... Point!

The pitter-patter of rain on the roof
Is slowly creeping down the walls
Steadily approaching to where I'm bound:
It's fine. it's nothing

Now from the floor I see
The wall bleeding water from below
Slowly. Steadily. Rising.
It's fine. It's barely something

Faster and faster the water goes
Stronger and stronger the current flows
Here I am sitting knee deep
It's fine. It's fine.

Now it reaches toward my waist
Then to my chest and back
The flood embraces me.
I do not panic. It's fine

The room has been filled
Of sapphire blue
Of emerald moss
And there is a light
Right across my face
I do not reach toward it
I stay where I am.
I'm fine. I'm okay. I have drowned.

Zap the lightning. Crash the thunder.
Even immortals; they will sunder
Under my wrath they will be lit
So mortals prepare and so be it.

Mystic creature prowling the night
Gracefully dancing out the light
Slithering between lamps and posts
Mystic creature akin to ghosts

Wandering in, out, out and in
Lost it seems, looking for its kin
Out and about it sees a sign
Wandering creature sees: not one of mine

Fluttering from the south comes a crow
Saying: follow me, I know where to go
Excitedly, creature follows through
Oh what a sad creature, the crow left and flew...

Now back to the alley where this one began
This alley cat who got tired and ran

Alley cat, alley cat, you know where to stay
Here in the dark, where the other cats lay
Alley cat, alley cat, only to you I say:
I wish to be like you; I wish to know my way

I wish I were the phoenix
Die and burn to live again
Fly up the sky
and repeat: times ten

I wish I were the dragon
Strong and resilient, but though
Havoc and no mercy...
So maybe just no

I wish I were the Pegasus
So grand and noble
Up high and mighty
but chained... terrible

I wish to be free
To fly high in the sky
To glide across the sea
To live and to die!

Again and again...
I wish I were the phoenix so I may die
to live again and again
So more I could rest and lie

Enter, the night!
Exiting daylight,
giving such a fright

Enter, the night!
Such a beautiful sight,
Such wonderful might

Enter, the night!
Watch everything take flight,
Incuding that glorious light...

Oh glorious light,
You fail to put up a fight
And as you begin to alight,
come enter: the night!

My sight was hazy, but I saw you
I saw you as a faded hue

You were behind the others,
Just some person in another verse

You weren't a jewel to me,
that I didn't see

Yet now you are tinged in a new light
A light colored by blinding white

Shining brightly by your hair,
and for that reason I stare

And now I once again see you
in a different color: angelic blue...

Now I can clearly see you
and all I ask is of you is to see me anew
but so we might not argue,
Please at least see me too

Greet me in my entrance,
oh darling France,

With your wit and your gaze, mystic;
with your facade, angelic

Dance with me, fine country
As to you, I sing deeply

While in absinthe we speak,
And our senses grow weak,

Come with me as to serve your pleasure
To points that no one can measure,

To a point of insanity if you leave,
and with it, melancholy I receive

But alas, no more are you there,
you leave my mind and soul bare,

Turning what was once a sweet ambiance,
into a bitter memory and grievance...

As such, I enter the familiar trance
of a bitter-sweet romance.
Oh what an odd ambiance!
To be without dear France

I am yours and you are mine,
Come with me and we'll see the stars shine

We'll sail through seemingly endless dark
As we follow the song of the lark

You'll fly me there to the moon
As I sing for you; your favorite tune

We'll go through a day and then a night
Though we might pick up a petty fight

Then I'll go and start blaming you
And we'll think it's the end of us two...

But even so or even then
Our love is mightier than a pen
For I am yours and you are mine
Let our love be perfect and divine

In the morning when you wake,
You smile, then you take
A deep breath, for courage to come
And take a shot of something like ***
Giving yourself to I,
Using all your power not to ask why.
I remember why I love you.
Look me in the eye as I'll imbue
A feeling that you once knew
Run toward me and I'll make clear the hue

I love it when you become weak,
Like the lamb so innocent, so meek
On another note, there's your voice
Vibrating in my ear, making me rejoice.
Everything you do, I definitely love
Yet sometimes I forget, that I'm ashamed of...
Oh but don't you ever grieve for I am
Unable to leave, for I too am a lamb

If you'd stop loving me,
I'd fall in love once more
Then another, then three,
Then perhaps another four

No matter how much we fight
No matter if we fight for an hour or two or ten,
I definitely won't lose light,
Instead I'll fall for you again and again and again.

I mess things up quite well,
But hey, if I keep this up, I might end up in hell
Not that there isn't any difference but,
I'm guessing there, I can keep my mouth shut.

Give me a sleepless night,
Headless horseman, evil knight
Let me regret closing my eyes
As everyone ceases to live and just dies

Drive me away from that ghastly face
Even let me end in the second place,
Because safety is ever so rare,
So much that this world becomes a nightmare

Precious blackbird;
Please utter not a word
But please sing to me again
Under this moonlight, with my pen

Blackbird! Blackbird! Oh so sweet!
Let me stand again on my own feet
And while you take your grand encore,
Here I am begging for more!

Little star, little star
You shine so well tonight
Twinkling calm and sweet
Oh such fine light

Little star, little star
Don't you ever sleep
Forever you should stay,
By my side, with wounds so deep

Little star, little star
Oh won't you stay?
Don't say goodnight please,
I want you everyday...

Little stick, candle stick, give me light
One to warm me in this unknown night
Little stick, come, and I'll make you learn
How to make this ******* night burn

The night is at it's ripest,
And the poet at his highest

The time of night where for a while,
His lyrics are filled with guile

The time when shadows are divine,
And the stars and the moon greatly shine

But the moon starts to dissipate,
For it has ceased to wait,
And gave in to it's weight...
I guess I should leave, it's getting late

Not tomorrow, not today,
No light shall shine my way
To those demons who sent me to pray,
Come at me! For there you shall lay

Never the sun, nor the night
Shall take away my flight
For I shall drive you out of my sight
And send you in an eternal blight

And to those who are blind,
they; whom with I've so foolishly dined,
I shall send you and your kind,
To nothingness! Where I have signed

Misty night,
A warm light

Sailing through the wind
Never having sinned

Stars are floating by
As I face the moon and lie
And as the birds pass I cry:
Oh how I wish I could fly

Fissures in the wall
And protruding splinters

Ruptured foundations
A falling roof

A little child runs inside
and cowers in fear

He tries to lose himself
but he's just there

Then the cracks give in,
as the fissures do
Does he live?
Or does he die?

How I love thee, thy Rain!
It takes away my toil and pain!

Woe be thy sun when there is rain,
For rain takes the sun's glowing sane
Woe be thy wind when stopping rain,
For it is not possible, it is in vain

How I love thee, thy rain!
Set me free from toil and pain!

Over the ocean,
Through the sky,
See that blue bird,
Once again fly

Dancing with the wind,
together with his spouse;
A beautiful dove,
Forever in arouse

Then, spinning with the clouds,
A tornado brews!
Will they separate?
Will they lose?

Now out of the sea and sky,
Finding an escape,
Like being lost in a flame,
The two disappear, they lose their shape

Through the forests,
to a tree,
They seem trapped...
But they are free

Paint me a picture,
Dark or bright,
Give it color,
Divine or sublime

Sing me a song,
Music to my ears
Brilliance should luster,
Lyrical and deep

Show me its beauty
Let it bathe in silver
Let it sparkle in orange
Lest it would run dry

Show me nothing but grace
let serenity ooze  from its bowels
And give me the power
to adore everything around me

Madness! Madness! Oh wonderful madness!
Let's have a chat and lose all that gladness!
Come with me! Come with me! Here, have a seat!
As we wait for sadness before we eat.

Take my sight
for I wish not to see;
see no light;
nor sky; nor the sea

Take my touch
for I wish not to hold you
nothing real; as such
Nothing, nothing at all but rue

Take my taste
Making kisses ever bland
Denying love for it's a waste
Denying 'till I fail to stand

Take what I own,
What I breathe and believe
Leave me here, sitting alone
So no one may see me grieve

I stand under the sun,
Waiting for a bus
As I watch people have fun
As I watch them in a fuss

I stand under the heat of summer
Waiting for a ride
As the other people sunder,
And lose their pride

Suddenly there came rain
and the bus is nowhere in sight
the other people left, being insane
from the dark clouds of night

Yet I stood there waiting for my ride
Believing it wouldn't be a shame
If i continued my stride...
Suddenly a flash of light! It's here, it came

I watch people suffer day until night
As I watch them scream and shout, I just write
Sometimes I sing songs for the pale moon light
As the other people rally and fight

They look at me with such envy and disgust
So I wonder why the do what they must.
Nevertheless I've seem to lose their trust
still, it's too trivial: they'll end up as dust

So I say to them: Why not take your time?
Be a priest, be an actor, be a mime!

Just trust what I say; sit back, just relax
So you can enjoy your life to the max

My dear brown eyes,
So devoid of lies

Oh so white and pure
Seducing me with your allure

Sing, dance and sway,
Oh you take my breath away

Haunt me when you speak
Because for you: I am weak
And even if the following isn't true,
I'll still say it: I love you

Date a girl who sings,
Who can give you a halo and wings,
Take you on a cruise
Without suffering a bruise

Give her a song as a gift,
And in turn, happiness is swift
Quicker even; on a star
Serenading her with your guitar

She may be gentle up or down
Not wanting both of you to frown
So sweet, simple, mellow and tender
I bet you'll give in and surrender

Just love a girl who'll accept a duet
And lastly before I forget
Love a girl who can carry a tune
For it's just like sitting on the moon

Today the wind brought me
A leaf undoubtedly gloomy

I could tell that it had gone through many
For I seem to hear more than one story

It came off a grand oak,
Flew down the river for a soak

Flowing into the sea from the river;
From there the leaf started to shiver

Then a great wave started to amass,
Delivering the leaf to what seemed impasse

The wind swooped in and set him free:
His fate: to be burned slowly

The wind finally escaped
And eventually came to me misshaped

But even though his story was terrifying,
To the point where one would feel like dying,
I felt like taking the skies and flying
Just to avoid everyone's sighing

Grandfather! Grandfather! Oh watch and clock!
Watch me tick! Watch me tock! Without a lock!
Lucifer! Lucifer! Go forth and rhyme!
As I dine with melancholy! And time...