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Lolo stood still in the field
the sun burning his patience
Tears ain't enough to bring his rice back
His bulging red eyes kept staring the sky
Angry and hopeless
He closed his fist and curse the cloudless days
The carabao crazily seeking mud in the dry land
Raised its nose and mourns with him
And the velvet blood turns black
But the face is pale, white and cold
Three days, he stood there
Restless and foodless, he kept his hand up in the sky
Waiting for a drop of rain to touch his field.

YELLO BELLS

Yellow bells hanging in the garden pots
Bowing her crown to honor those she sees
The wind blows, she sway and dance
The rain pours, she humbly bend her knees
prayed and thanked God for the blood
Seeping through her dying roots
Each drop, it skirts into each veins
and revive the dying soul inside

Rain! rain!
Why have you denied her now
When all have gone dry
her mother, her father, her friends
why now?
when the devil who calls himself sun raised her arrows
and strucked her so hard
with million stabs, she slowly dies
Poor yellow bells who wilts in summer with eyes
hoping to see her son and daughters.

curse that moon
who hid behind the clouds
and ran from the cold night
that which, made you tired
the toil and sweat
dries the blood in your veins

curse that sun
who boastfully throws his arms
and sent you to toil harder
no more blood runs in your veins!

one,two,three

a,b,c

I'm tired of numbers and letters

they dance happily as I try to catch them

they piss me off

yet i need to catch them

for soon. they'll turn to gold

OLD TIMES ARE TODAY'S TIMES

I have mourned before
my tears have dried up already
like the sun today
merciless to the land
Yet as aI recall, they come
revisits and stays
I mourn again

For long, I buried those
leaving it in the past
but dead may come alive again
Dig their craves and they'll meet you with smiles
horrifying smiles..

..and they shall stretch their arms in the sky...

-TENT CITY with the kids.. feeding program..-





Each tear that drops in the flood
flows painfully in the blood
cruel it may seem
but nature cries as well

That which many have died
and only few were lucky
but survivors have died twice
their heart and their soul
were drowned a million times after

luckiness have brought them misfortune
and even the last glint of hope
hid its light from their eyes
That quick darkness...
that instant loneliness...
have brought them endless nightmares..
for everday..
they wished to live..
but for once in their life
they wanted to die