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Showing posts with label WRITING POETRY. Show all posts

Wisa




Sa harap ng iyong webcam
Sa PC ko matyaga akong naga-abang
Tamis ng iyong ngiti sana muling masilayan
Higit sa lahat, iyong natatanging kagandahan


Sa umaga, sabik ang puso kong nag-aabang:


"Maga antipara kaya siya?
Ilulugay o itatali ang buhok kaya?
Ngingiti o sisimangot ng madalas ngayon?
Kahit alin, siguradong maganda pa rin sya pagdating ng hapon"


Sana umaga na ulit para makita na ulit kita
Weekend? Sana bumilis ang araw para Lunes na
Sana walang holiday bukas makalawa
Para si ma'am araw-araw kong nakikita


Isipan na sana sa karunungan nalinang
Bakit puso ko ang kinatok mo at nabuksan
Imbes na ako ay sa math natututo
Kung pano makukuha ang iyong "oo" ang sino-solve ko


Araw araw na dalangin ko sa Panginoon:
Na ang napupusuang prinsesa sa harap ng camera
Si ma'am na hinangaan at minamahal ko na
Isang umaga ay maging ganap na aking reyna

お誕生日おめでとう名前がない男の人に

It came again
That particular time of the year
Worth an ice cold beer
Reminiscing the highs
And lots of fears
Met with courage
Confronted with tears
Armed with sheer will
Folded knees in pray’r
Still prayin’ I’d have more
Of the things I look forward and hope for…

Smouldering Visions


I lit the darkness of my soul –
Not with the friendly glow of reality,
But with the consuming fire of what should be…

Me vs Social Media

I’d be waging war
on my mobile’s social media

For instead of transcribing
my unadulterated thoughts
on the blank page
I instead
browse one post
after another
up until
I wasted an hour
an eternity
meant for a good story
an hour
of my time
my precious time
my life
a part of me
liking
sharing
scrolling
stupidly
mindlessly

There, I finally nailed it
my undying commitment
to limit and refrain
from allowing my mind
to be subdued
by social media.
And to make myself
accountable,
I’ll post this in Facebook,
Mewe,
Gab,
Tumblr…

Inoculated


If only there’s a vaccine
that will render
your memories
as hilarious punchlines
where I’d laugh out loud
instead of being
moved to tears,
a numbed sensation
instead of searing pain,
and will boost my system
with anti-rage bodies
everytime I’m on the verge
of turning green –

I’d inoculate myself
right fucking here,
right fucking now…

remember not my face

Do me a favor,

will you?

Forgot my face
I couldn’t make it
to Hollywood
anyway,
not even
the local film
Industry.

But remember
my words
and spread ’em.
my words
M-Y-W-O-R-D-S!

The sky reminds me of you today

The sky reminds me of you today:

cloudless
sunshine’s through and through

but lets in
some cold air too

there ain’t no place right now
that I’d rather be

strutting the streets
with good old revelry

Indifferent poetry


Poetry doesn’t care about me
doesn’t give a fuck
not even a shit
Plays god
on a mere mortal like me
a mere instrument
it made me be
for it to be born and gone
gone
gone
gone
having fun
far beyond the sun

Well wishes

 

And just before
I started to work
she hugged me
from behind
and whispered
in my ear
as she
clutched me tight
I could die
of asphyxiation:
“I hope you’d be filled
to the brim
and your entire system
drowned
today
with dopamine,
motherfucker!”

And because
of that
I told myself:
well if that ain’t
a nice way
to say
“screw you!”
then
I don’t know
what
the
fuck
that
is…

Snore

 


She doesn’t want me beside her
said I snore out loud
ruins her night sleep
in addition to her insomnia.
I don’t know what to do
with my snoring
nor with my kids’
But if only I can lend her
one of my greatest gifts
which is to sleep
regardless of the sounds of the night
or elbows
or knees
hitting all my sides.
If only I can…

Ang Dakilang Sulsultant



Mag ingat sa mapagpanggap
sa mga taong sulsol
masahol pa sa galising asong
kahol ng kahol
Akala mo matapang
matatag na sandalan
subalit pag nagkaipitan
mababahag ang buntot
mangunguna sa takbuhan

The Killing Cross



(Circa April 2016)

“The sound of my gun is my music.”

Perched unknown atop a tree
In a city turned rubbles, lost in the debris
White in the snow, ready to pounce
Concealed in the shadow, all set to trounce.

Clutched in my hands, my lifeline and friend
Ammos in check, scope and armor in perfect blend
It’s them or me, it ain’t a choice
My rifle – my unmuffled voice.

The hunter balks ever so patiently
Stalking the blind and unwitting prey
A couple of inch is all it takes
You’ll forever sleep in scattered bits.

The cross is forever etched in my vision
Resting on the temple, buried in the bosom
This is the world, all the world to me
The trigger’s your switch, concludes your destiny.

Never blink even for a split second
The scarlet dot’s in between your eyes
Or a crown, a tiny crimson one
The reaper’s scythe all set to smite.

Temple by temple, one click at a time
Like dominoes, inanimately turn grime
Chests popping, heads exploding
“It ain’t gonna be me, ain’t gonna be mine!”

Forgive me brother ‘tis not my will
It’s all for peace, for good to be still
You’re not evil, I’m neither saint
They’re waiting, my child and my girl, with hope not faint.

Now take a breath, take all you can
Don’t blink, be whist and be sober
Eyes wide open or shut real tight
One cock and pull, and it’s all over.

Forgive me if you’re all over…

Tangible Surrealism




I often hear people say I'm always out of touch with reality,

I just laugh at their naiveté.

They wouldn’t understand the pact I made with myself anyway:

to come home frequently to the only place where all things are real…

Is it a sin, to ask for the rain?




is it a sin
to ask for the rain?
to the delight
of wilting shrubs
and emaciated roots,
for life to persist
with fresh new shoots;

is it a sin
to ask for the rain?
that'll wash the grime
of what had been,
rid the burden
of things tentative
and uncertain.

Thanks To Those Who Didn’t Want To Be Associated With Me



Deep gratitude I have
        to those who rejected me:
those who wouldn’t want me
        in their group
those who didn’t want me
        in their company
those who labelled me weird,
        freak, and a dupe

If not for them,
        I would’ve settled indefinitely
Wouldn’t have been lost,
        hurt, and known agony
Would’ve remained in shackles,
        wouldn’t have been set free
I never would’ve wandered,
        I never would’ve found me.

You, A Creation of A Higher Vibration


You
yes you,
a being
vibrating
at a
higher
frequency:
never bow
your head
nor be
ashamed
of what
you
posses.

I know
the pain
it caused
you,
how
it alienated
you from
the
very
crowd
with
vibrations
that
you
wanted
to be
a
part of.
But
instead
of
suffering
with
what
you perceive
as a
disability
and
limitation,
embrace it
and
wave it
like a flag.
Because
it signifies
your
sovereignty
and
your
freedom.

It isn’t
a status
that says
you
are
better
or
inferior
to everyone
else.
It is
far
more
remarkable
than that:

it
signifies
YOU!

母語 (Mother Tongue)



For this 
unequivocal truth 
my faith 
doth rest: 
my once unintelligible 
soul's commune 
with the universe, 
in a different language 
in my true native tongue 
will be 
bared 
unraveled 
made known to me 
and then, 
shall 
be 
set 
free...

- (The) Name’s Not At All Relevant

Until


I stare intently at my dreams –

Until I end up loathing every bit of my here and now.

Until it hurts.

Until I bleed.

Until my bed is soaked like a wet sponge.

Until the entire floor turns crimson.

Until my slippers are taken by the current and they find their way out of the door.

Until I come back to my senses and realize that something hurts.

Until I realize that that something that hurts, is me thinking of what should be while lying on my bed doing nothing.

Until I realize that nothing will suffice to kindle my inner fire to get it back to life but to get the fuck off my bed and get something done to inch closer to my prize. What is that fucking something, exactly? Anything. Because anything’s better than nothing. It is said that when I start looking for it, it will start looking for me as well. I need to believe in that something.

Until I see that dream with my very own eyes. Tangible, and already in the present instead of being confined only within the bounds of my skull. Until I lay my hands on it. And take possession of which. But until then, I’ll take that first step forward and will keep on moving.

Until it hurts to move. Until I’ve reached my limit for the day. Until every muscle is sore. Until my brain starts to yell ‘enough!’ I’ll keep pushing through until it hurts. Fuck that hurt anyway. It hurts more just staring at my dreams and doing nothing to achieve them. I bet it will hurt less when I am mobile than when I’m static.

Until my dreams become my here and now.

Macrocosmic Whispers

ctto

Scribbled shitload of thoughts
or just plain and simple notes
deep or nonsense, grand or small
it's how I commune with my soul...

The Curse of the Face Mask Law

ctto
This Covid-19 stole
great times ahead
with family
and friends
But it doesn’t really
bother me all that much:
social distancing
avoiding the crowd
things as such.
Been the recluse for
yep, not that long –
only a lifetime
and still going strong.
If at all
this is but
an expansion of
us loners’ Eden

But what I can’t
settle myself with
is the thought of
your comeliness
once overflowing
now mandated to be
partly hidden.

Oh how atrocious
my erring might have been
that my soul warrants
such scourge and torment?!

How am I gonna see
your hair caressing your cheeks
or the smile
that escapes your lips
as the wind embraces you
and carries your sweet scent
on mountain highs
and valley lows
into and beyond the event horizon
and throughout the cosmos

Twas sweet a past
where I have but memories
of your lovely face
in all its immaculate radiance
and that sweet smile,
that despite of
this world right now
painfully going
through a tight rope,
puts in my heart
an ample amount of hope

The legislation
that I loathe and abhor
may still be a friend
though in a way –
if only to hide
the bitterness in my smile.

And this I earnestly pray
that it will come that blessed day
where you can take
your mask away
and so does mine
and our lips would meet
in due time

Wisa

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