mornings have passed
and only empty evenings complete the days
the midday heat steams by noon
leaving the earth cold at night


i wonder why the sun surrenders
somehow, it needed time to rest
and the clouds needed to cry,too
'tis to release pain and agony
from the excruciating reality

leave me a word that would describe pain
for pain itself is an unbearable word
if you leave me other word
how painful would it be?

i opened my blog
but i don't seem to find words to fill it up!
moments like this are empty
no inspiration, less motivation
life sucks sometimes!

monday

Earlier, when the sun was up and the streets busy, and the people rushing, the pain and rage was on fire.

Later, when the rain calms down and the streets flooded, and the trees all damp, that pain and rage will sudside..

bathed by the heavy rain like the tears pouring down her rosy cheeks... it would flow, it would swim away, it would be gone..just like the rain.. after a long busy day..

AUGUST DEADLINE

the time machine must have malfunctioned
living the earth cramming in frustrations and delays
Few sips of coffee ends your morning
Empty tummy starts the day's work
Day and night
Seems like a single hour
August must have gone mad with the rest of the months
living the days jumping over each other
day 1 then comes day 30
a heavy days work leaves you motionless
At night when sleep hardly visits
a silent desperate prayer leaves your thought in darkness
morning comes with eyes popping like frogs
the world must have gone crazy
sensing its near end when things must vanish
and another world shall give birth

JULY BREEZE

october war

Cries of different pitches and tones
reverberates in the valley
echoes along with each drop of the rain
so gentle yet strong
it lingers all along

at night, when the rain pours
the steps of rushing soldiers crushes down on the roof
like their bullets, the rain shoots its targets
boom! alas! the target is down
the soldiers win

state of the light art

4-A reunion

the wind shall take me to Nirvana
a place where i don't need to shed tears
for the pain that the rain had inflicted me
keeps on pinching my soul
for not only my heart was broken but even my faith
and that faith that i had to fed
has to starve to feed others faith

BLIND

protect me from the sun
burning me every time i see
protect me from the wind
hurting me every time i see
protect me from the water
drowning me every time i see
protect me from the beauty
deceiving me every time i see
protect me from the ugly
humiliating me every time i see
protect me from the world
blinding me every time i see...

rain will keep on falling 'til tears keep on falling..v.v.

pain and rain

free your heart from everything
let it dance in the rain
let it fall and be hurt
cause only pain will make your heart real

million words could define rain
just how you define you
for in every moment you spent time while its raining
you must have broke into tears or into victorious laughter
for if you compare rain to love
it could be but it could be not

Kill me now
ah! pain!
for long have i suffered
you want me dead
so take me now
for if death wont take me
i shall take it myself
for i have had enough
of lies and mediocrities
of humiliation and injustice
they no longer deserve my patience
for even angels cry and turn the other way
see! like Lucifer, the greatest and prettiest angel of all
have declined and chose to be a ruler of his own kingdom
have set free of all imaginations
and turn his dreams to reality
see! like Edward, a blood-thirsty vampire
gave up his life for the love of a human
of whom, they sip life
but look, Edward chooses to die for a weak creature-Bella
I, then shall set myself free and be crazy
for happiness is not all about love!

Even if the sky is clear blue
with the sun smiling brightly at its window
the grudges of disease had caught me off guard
i was clearing the sky to create my future
but the darkness of this disease had kept me caged
i could not escape , cant even barely move
and my wings grew weaker each day
with no promise of freedom from the aggravating pain and sorrow
of how i triumph for the past year
shall i turn loser now?
i kept a promise
for the sake of this life
that amidst all, shall i remain a victor of that promise!

If fire and ice collide, will it define peace?
And if there would be no villains
will there be heroes?
If all lives forever?
Would there be heaven and hell?

Then why does opposite attract each other?

URBAN

6:00 am
church bell ringing
echoed by the early puto and taho vendor
the wee hour is yet to end
the buzzing of cars and jeepneys
the rushing foot steps on the streets
they make music of the urban world
Mondays to Sundays
All painted with black smoke and red spots
Back to back
children cries, lovers moan, driver and vendors quarrels
heating the day like hell
not an hour will the city rest
24 hours open
bars and fastfood
ready to serve you
the girl in red pops off smoke at the middle of the night
winks to any man he sees
her cleavage popping like pop corns
the men in black walk in and out
with their guns stocked on their waists
frustrated soldiers
this is the life they chose
on the city...

FOOTPRINTS and MEMORIES

..the mud sticks well in my toes, i remember...
the field where we once play
lay asleep under the sun
the green grass that cuts our toes
turns golden, wilting in lush
how the wound that it left
has now turned to fading scars
a remembrance of childhood and first love
bittersweet, indeed
those times, they shall remain
the green field melting in mud during storms
has now turned to dust
sweeped by the boastful wind
leaving not a single footprint.
but the footprint that it left in the hearts
shall remain till the last leaf fall...

Destiny

...as the old pine tree stand in the stillness of the day...
he waits for the sun to sleep
without a clue, the sky turns black
and rain starts to pour hard on the land
the rain crashes down on earth
a storm, the strongest for the year
Weak old tree
bend his tired toes
breaths profusely in the storm
his leaves scalded
his branches, not strong anymore
crashed down the ground
his tears pouring with the rain
picking his self back
but his not like the grass nor the bamboo
who could stood still in the nature's wrath..

cycle

...as the old lavenders wilts as the summer ends
there shall be another pollen
waiting for another spring to come
and bring her to full bloom...

...as the old grass grew in lush...
waiting for the rain to pour
waiting for the sun to rise
waiting to die...
But if ever he dies,
his roots shall remain to bear another new born grass...

..and now PHILIPPINES is turning yellow..
..it may mean, it is blooming or it is wilting..
...for all we know, colors are deceiving,too...

Deadlines

Let not your doubts kill you
when you feel unsure
Let things weigh itself
Pass them off for a while
Return when you've killed your doubts
Someday, you'll see
Rushing is not making you beat the deadline.

To you chief cook President
Who runs the biggest bakery
and fed people with bitter cakes
You shOuld have baked bread for us, instead
We'd rather be full than be fooled with your sweetness

ten drops of rain

I f I could only count the rain
Then I should have given you ten drops of rain
You shall remember me
when one by one, each drop will run dry
And the field you land will crack
You shall crave for more
I f I only give you ten drops of rain
Then you shall be keeping it
All through the years of your life..

Mom

A sweet lullabye
remains singing in her tiny ears
A hum of joy and pain
glints in her lips
How her angel spreads her wings to fly
She threw her hands in the air
And cursed the crying sky
As the clouds mourn with her
She bend her tired knees
And banged her head hard in the floor
Sees her angel flying
She jumps and chase her
But how the angel leaved her
pained her too much...
too much to bear..
a poor six year old kid
knocking her mothers locked bed.

Ting! ting!
a single centavo coin touches the can
echoing like tens of coins
How the child hold his can
So precious, he'd die for it
With trembling hands
that skiny child held the can tight
Sits along the rusty street
Inhaling the city black smoke
Like the oxygen running into patients veins at the hospital
Each heavy breath and hearty moans
slowly fading into the eve
Each stranger's coin
keeps his tiny heart pumping
to which each day, death misses to take him.

R

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

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When light hits the day

a new life begins

and death commences

one by one..

they fall like pine leaves

season changes

comes fall, comes winter

comes winter, comes summer

and lovely spring shall hold its magic wand

and bring death to life

for another tiny seed had grew

and that dying tree shall spreads its baby leaves.

Thorned
I just love to be hurt
cause the pain...
it stings my innocence
brings me to reality
life is not a fantasy
life is a thorn... rusting in time
scratches your skin
shedding crimson dew
the pain lingers
scars..they remain
and things would never be the same again...

never fading

this pictures...

you...me...ours

reflections of sweet and bitter past

a recollection of before

and revival after

like things.. they too shall pass..

but memories last..

if the heart keeps the picture within..



so...



if pictures fade
would i fade,too?

life is math

if i pick the black one...

how much would it cost?

if I pick the white with feathers on it..

how much would i add?

If i pick the smallest..

how much would i subtract?

if i take all..

how many times would my bill multiply?

if you sum all..

how much would each pay?

-tetah

in the river, i step

the gentle breeze touches my legs

the stones feels good

pebbles massaging my heels

the water freely flowing

softly ticklin my skin

the memories, they flow with it

sweet and refreshing

like i was just a liitle girl

like the glittering dust of gold

like the scorching light of the sun

like the shimmerng light of the moon

like the twinkling brightness of the stars

i remain stranger in the eyes of the blind

pretentious

if roses are red
and so with blood
why pick white?