Wednesday, February 22, 2012

A Plea


A Plea
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Just tell me you care.
I’ll be fine.
Hold my hand tight,
Like I’ve hold you in my heart.

Remember once you’ve felt.
That love defies gender.
You knew that my heart thirst.
The love you can’t render.


What if by chance our hearts’ dictate.
No race, no gender; values nor age?
Would you give me your love?
Despite anything else?

Dear! Hear me asking.
Pleading for a chance
That if our Gods collide.
Let just our hearts decide.


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

I am Selfish

I am Selfish
05-18-11 (@POEA)
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I want you to be mine,
though I can’t be yours.
I held your heart tight,
But I’ll never be at your side.
I confused you with my kiss,
And my promises that are sweet.
I demand your exclusivity,
But you can’t have me.

Once, I’m yours.
In your sanity I’m lost.
I gave all caused you demand,
I’m a poor servant at your command.
But here comes the irony,
You chose him over me.
And after your pain you came back,
But darling I wish you good luck.

You beg for chance, so I gave in
Feeding you lies and love that’s fadin’
For now I’m the king, darling it’s no sin
To give you your own dose of medicine

I want you back, you believed in it
I laugh but I have a secret indeed.
Yes, you still hold a part of me,
That’s why I can’t even set you free.
Let’s live in a world of make believe,
Coz we both fear what we can give.

And Darling you can’t just retreat
You can’t leave just like once you did.
I can make you stay through my kiss
You’re mine, and yes I’m selfish.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Are You Done? : Tapos Kana Ba?


Are You Done Now?
01/29-30/12
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Are you done now…?
on breaking my heart?
The heart you once promised,
to keep and to hold.
A fragile heart…young
naïve but true.
Yet you choose to break,
and shattered at most.

Are you done now…?
on making me cry
The tears that speak
Those thousands lines?
My eyes show you no pain
Because you once said,
They are my sweetest gain..
But look, they won’t stop welling.
‘coz you love to see them crying.


Are you done now…?
on painting what my future would be?
On the walls of dark uncertainty.
These dreams, in love we once shared
Are the dreams you shattered.
Do you need more of me?
Because I’ve nothing more…I am empty.

Are you done now…?
on lashing the wrath of your revenge?
Did you see the scars
Or how much I bled.
Aren’t they enough,
Or do I need to take more?
These punishments I endure…
When will you be satiated?

Are you done now…?
on destroying the life out of me?
Will your thirst be quenched?
If in pain I kneel
down the depth of my being?
How much shame do I need to take?
For you to leave, my wounded pride?
But how, when I’ve nowhere to hide?


Baby, Are you done now?
if not yet…

Then how much more do I need to endure?
If you have taken everything.

How much more do you need?
When I have nothing more to give.

I am the one, you said
The one you love.
That’s why you should do these things.
Because I’m yours.

You won your game,
The game you mastered.

I was left hanging,
Broken and shattered.

For all the love we shared.
The dreams we made.
The memories we created.
And those great moments we had.
Parts of me are those things,
Part of what you made me.

For the last time my dear,
If you’re done now
I ask you to give me back
The broken pieces of me
Because I can’t be whole
If you are not done yet.

 Tapos Kana Ba...?

Tapos ka na ba…?
Sa pagdurog sa aking puso?
Pusong minsan ‘y nabulag mo
ng iyong mga pangako.
Pusong buo at bubot pa sa kamunduhan.
Pusong nagmahal ng wagas at walang linlang.
Pusong pinili mong sugatan.
At sa kalaunan ‘y iyong niyurakan.

Tapos ka na ba…?
na ako ay paluhain?
Pagtangis na lulan ay pait ng sanlibong talata.
Di bat sinabi mo, mga mata ko’y
Bintana ng aking nadarama?
Ngayon tumitig ka, at ang sakit ay
‘di mo makikita.
Ngunit ang luha ay ‘di na paaawat.
Sapagkat inari mo na ang ligaya sa bawat  patak.


Tapos ka na ba…?
Sa pagpinta sa aking mga pangarap,
Sa pader ng kawalang pag-asa?
Mga pangarap na kapwa natin binuo,
Sa tibay at liwanag ng pag-ibig.
Ano pa nga ba papangarapin ko?
Kung  lahat na ay winasak mo?

Tapos ka na ba…?
Sa pagdagok ng pait ng iyong paghihiganti?
Nakita mo man lang ba ang mga peklat,
O pagdurugo sa bawat sugat?
Hindi pa ba sapat?
O kinakailangan ko pang magdusa?
sa bangis ng iyong poot at galit…
Kailan maging tama na ang sapat?

Tapos ka na ba…?
Sa pagwasak sa aking pagkatao?
Ang iyong pagkauhaw sa paghihiganti
ay mapapawi ba ng aking pagkasadlak,
Gayung pagkato ko’y ibinaon mo na sa lusak?
Ilang kahihiyan paba ang sa akin ay iaatang?
Para sa kawalan ay makatangis man lang
ang sugatan kong pagkatao mula sa putikan.


Mahal, Tapos ka na ba…?
kung hindi pa…

Hanggang kalian ako magtitiis?
Kung lahat na ay nawala?

Hindi paba sapat ang lahat ng sakit?
Gayung wala na akong pwedeng ipagkait.

Ako ang itinadhana
Upang iyong mahalin.
Ako’y pag-aari mo, ayon sayo.
Karapatan ko ay itinatwa mo.

Muli ay ikaw ang nagwagi
Sa larong ikaw ang bihasa.

Ako ang talo, dahil hindi ko nilaro.
Gayun ma’y aking inari, parusa at pait.

Ang pag-ibig at ang ating pagmamahalan.
Mga pangarap na ating binuo.
Mga alaalang ating iningatan.
At mga sandaling pinagsaluhan.
Bahagi ng mga iyon ay ako.
Bahagi ng pagkatao ko.

Sa huling pagkakataon, mahal,
Kung sakaling tapos kana…
Maaari nawa’y iyong ibalik
mga bahagi ng pusong nawaglit.
Dahil mananatili akong di buo
Hangga’t bawat bahagi ay sakal mo.


Guilty


Guilty
02/03/05

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I always thought that love was just a dream.
An endless tale enchanted by myth.
Bewitched by charms and cursed by sins.
Strengthen by pains and polished by tears.

Sometimes it will make you sick.
You ignored the truth, believed the fools.
From where you trust but considered weak.
Fallen apart but never picked whole.

But sometimes dreams become real.
When I found love beyond ideal.
The love I’d felt when I’m with your side.
The love you dumped and left behind.

I’d never asked for much you cannot give.
Chances and hopes just quite enough.
Now hiding the pain and ignoring the tears.
When chances lost and hopes bluffed.

Thoughts can be deceiving senses may fail.
You turned my lonely nights to worst stormy days.
You condemned me without even a bail.
And you punished me beyond reasons fair.

I was dumped – lost in my own game.
You left me hanging and crying in vain.
I did everything for I know I was right.
To hurt you I never dare tried.

Maybe this is my own destiny.
I’m longing for the love that wasn’t for me.
Do I have to set this feelings free?
Or shall I fight for this vanishing victory?

Honey, if you think this is a waste of time.
Please let it be,
 If loving you really is a heinous crime.
Then I’m guilty.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Century Tree


Century Tree
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We have a cactus at our door.
And a man called it a century tree.
"That's not a tree I insist"
But the man grinned and left me.
I wonder why the man smiled and left.
Leaving me puzzled with the tree he named.
He walked just like a bum.
But he talked more like a prophet.
I looked at the tree on its tiny pot.
And wonder how old is it.
I remember then when grandma told me.
"That plant had been there since I was twenty"
Awe lifted me.
How a 60 year old tiny tree? (?)
Survived more years than me?
I wonder with my age of twenty.
Am I to live more than thee?

Century tree who suffered,
life's indifference.
You are contented,
On the tiny world
Where you lay.
Where sun burns you.
And rain denies you.
How in life you survived?
By eating your own flesh?
By drinking your own blood?

Your stings then protect you.
From my sinful hands of dirt.
Now maybe I know.
Why he called you a century tree.
For I may live and leave this world,
Still you sit on your tiny pot.
Living with sorrows and pains,
Witness for hellos and goodbyes.
For as long as the rain won't drown you.
For you water is death.
For as long as the sun won’t hide.
For you shade is drought.
For as long as your ugly mask don't break.
For you glory is to prick.
You will never bleed.