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"Maga antipara kaya siya?

Ilulugay o itatali ang buhok kaya?

Ngingiti o sisimangot ng madalas ngayon?

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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, 

I 

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

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