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Abot KamayTayong mga tao ay may kanya kanyang kulungan, gusto nating lumaya pero ayaw nating magpapasok. Nahihirapan tayo sa loob at ayos lang sa atin na makipag-kwentuhan sa likod ng rehas. May iba na pilit gustong maabot, mayakap ang isa't isa pero sadyang nakaharang ang malamig na bakala at kung minsa'y lumalayo ang tao kayat hindi na maabot ng kabila ang kanilang kinalalagyan. Kung pwede lang sanang magpapasok, pagsamahin ang mga kulungan, ang taong nagiisa ay may kasama na. Sabay silang gagawa ng paraan upang lumaya sa kulungang kinalalagyan.
Komfort: Isang AwitKomfort
Kaya mo yan dude~
Sanay nareceive mo ang text ko
Bago nag-battery empty ang cellphone ko
Alam kong may dinadala kang problema
At akoy walang kwenta
Sa pagbibigay ng mga magagandang payo
Ngunit alam kong may magagawa pa ako..
Pwedeng akong maging punching bag mo
Pwede rin akong twalya sa mga luhat sipon mo
Kayat aking kaibigan andito lang ako
Pwede mo-kong sigawan, sigawan
At ilabas mo
Pwede mo-kong iyakan, iyakan
At ibuhos mo
Pwede mo-kong suntukin, bugbugin
At tatangapin ko
Bastat narito lang ako
Para lang sa iyo.
Err anong tawag dun: Refrain?
Kung eto lang ang paraan
Para makita ulit . ang ngiti at tawa mo.
Ang ngiti at tawa mo.
Handa akong mamatay para sa yo
Where am I?Where am I?
Reaching out my hand
Stretching it far and beyond
Not a soul dares to take it
Not a spare hand to grab it
Thus smiles cannot last
Within an ugly mask
Striving to push the limits
Running to nowhere
Droplets fall on to the floor
The heat has gone before
It's what makes me pain more
The velvet skies has turned to ashes
The grass are now throrns
Now I am left alone
My body relaxes
As it slowly, gently touches
Fields of Flowers
So inviting, so comely
Head rests on soft ground
Mind starts to shut down
Senses slowly turn around
To a world without a sound
A cry, loneliness nor sadness
Where the zephyr welcomes me
I float freely in the heavens
I swim without worries
I run with my hands
Enjoying the breeze
No Boundaries, No one but me
Yes there still so much to see
But to stay I won't able to be
For once my eyes open themselves
Reality bites my sanity
Morning DewMorning Dew
Is it coincidental?
I think not
For maybe if it was
I don't want it to be
You were, ever so lively,
Ever so proud,
Ever so strong,
Face so gentle,
Yet I know
Sorrow casts over your heart
Mine tries to heal yours
And I thought I knew,
Everything about you
But wrong is the answer
I heard your prayer
Squeezed tears from my eyes
I didn't know
Your love faded to the stars
Shining over your smiles
Now I've made up my mind
Healing you will not stop
Loving you will now start
For this not a coincidence
Not a chance,
But a choice that is made
For you and I
Grab my hands,
Let's run as fast as we could,
Fly as far as birds would
All will be fine
The night is cold
I wonder…what's next to be unfold
I'm sitting in the dark
Gazing at the sky
Watching the fireflies fly
Hear the crickets singing
See the trees not swinging
Yet the future the night is bringing
But will it be the same
Like an old silly game
That I will end up again here sitting
Stare at the stars once more
And keep on dreaming
Not to be alone anymore
But to be with the one I love, Forevermore
How do you see life
Is it the money and the power?
Is it fame and pride?
Or humility and courage
Respect and dignity
And most of all love
…love, life is full of love
and full of hope
How do you feel life
Is it painful and heavy?
Is it stupid and ignorant?
Or an adventure and journey
A game and ride
And most of all a lesson
…a lesson, lesson
that is only learned in the end
How do you hear life
Is it too noisy and irritating?
Is it nonsense and gibberish?
Or a ballad and a waltz
Rock and Sentimental
And most of all a pleasant harmony
…….harmony, of victory and of defeat
Hearts in the RainHearts in the rain
The rain brings cold
Hearts can tell things never been told
This warm presence is so comforting
But difficult to Confront
As Time continues to Count
As I begin to Doubt
And my body starts trembling
My courage, slowly melting
The heat increases
Our distance decreases
As I drew nearer, closer
I Speak, I love you
Do you love me too?
Perfume pleases my senses
Intoxicated in her beauty
As Rain drops continue to pour
Then, a Thunder rages
She jumps at me then gazes
With her blue eyes
Then gently smiles
Yes, I love you
The Difference Between You and IThe thorns sink in as the road darkens ahead and I dream that one day we can sleep in peaceful beds
as the air thickens with night's reign as fear spreads.
When will yesterday be a forgotten sentence?
We seek calm yet we must meet war head on without undue pretense.
To put the animal out of it's misery, to call upon those who seek to civilize,
I yet walk with my dreary head held high,
I float away while the greedy drown in their vicious lies.
Some may have sympathized for my plight
but the awakened souls know who has always won the fight,
now we are millions spanning all races
putting those who put skin or body ahead through their paces,
my name helped inspire a mounting torch,
your dying legacies of hatred are already among the forgotten faces.
Their open mouths suck out my soul
As their eyes gape ignorantly ahead
I come forward to challenge their point of view
They cannot follow me
Every age and every faith
'Just gets twisted round some other way'
Only those like me can ever know
What the founders really said
'Temples should be houses of prayer'
Not for the likes of what I see
My eyes may no longer open
To behold the truth when it dawns
The Body Count of Denial
I would rather desire to attempt something new.
Spontaneous to my soul or soon to be lack there of.
My free will, the miracle is
tainted by my self inflicted curses.
Though you only see the monster through
your morally constructed eyes,
I see myself and others in a cracked mirror,
alone in my own dark little world.
A part of me, in the void of sanity perhaps,
or to the side shackled to some fiend of
the Torturous Realm, a part of me in
powerful fragments lives in this desire of mine.
Only thus far in my most welcome dreams, to others nightmares,
have the fairytales for which I smile come
to a fictional life in the mind,
lost and replaced at so young an age.
I am but a son, a daughter, a brother, a sister,
a father, a mother. An individual of no demons
in the light of open eyes,
but demon of my own flesh whilst so alive.
Of Hell am I born, within the world of man,
unknowing until crosses the first thought
in mind to inspire the act in question,
well and fully aware with the catalyst vic
Eu estarei longeQuando os soldados iluminados
Descerem por entre o chão queimante,
Eu estarei longe...
Quando o amor tornar-se sombrio
No coração do pequeno guerreiro,
Eu estarei longe...
Quando a última flor do jardim
No mais belo buquê então secar,
Eu estarei longe...
Quando a flamejante luz
Dos mil sóis chegar,
Eu estarei longe...
Eu estarei longe.
Longe de você,
Longe de mim...
Eu estarei longe.
GandhiThis is not
A get up and go poem.
I've heard news enough -
The statistics, the suicides.
I've been walking to the steady tempo
Of bombs ticking in planes, in cars, in
The mouths of strangers. And no, I can't
Bring myself to look the homeless in the eye,
Can't think too hard too often about disaster victims;
Such empathy would implode in my chest, deflate me
Until the husk of my body curled around itself.
Gandhi said: be the change
That you wish to see in the world.
Those words tumbleweeded in my rib cage a while;
Be the change, change, change those empty
Beautiful words. I thought:
You see, these dry bones
Are my precious own, trying their hardest to live.
This is not
A get up and go poem.
But it could be.
It is not I who is entitled
It is you, who sit in a chair
Elected by boards of corporate officials
It is you,
Who think you're entitled to my life
My 9 to 5, my life
Stealing hours from my family, my kids, and my wife
It is you who're entitled
Who think my life is worth a wage
When it is priceless
I reserve the right to my self determination
To remove unnecessary hierarchy
Over myself and others
Who deem it so
No, it is you who is entitled
The World That I See.When one man walks into heaven,
He thinks that he has done what’s to do.
An antique store sells toys and games
from days that I lived through.
A traffic jam stops a lover,
He’s missing his shallow affair.
Days and nights of stress with out his wife
Means he’s lost all his flair.
An addict reports to AA.
They’re giving out jello shots.
A newsman thinks he’s found the holy grail.
He opens Pandora's's box.
A painter comes in for some coffee,
and I’m lost in her labyrinth gaze.
Looks like the Minotaur is eating tonight,
and I am lost in the maze.
When all the world has been smitten.
When teardrops fall as rain.
Then the survivors must ask but one question.
What of the world now remains?
When all the wars have been won.
When sons lie dead and gone.
Their fathers ask only one question.
Will this happen all again?
When all the nations are fighting.
When life is forfeit yet again.
Ask yourself but one question.
How to stop the spreading flame.
When will the world start rebuilding?
When can we destroy the lies?
For only then will we see one another.
And be able to stand side by side.
Fate and Him and You and maybe HateHe stood alone in an empty room;
Fate and Hate stared back at Him.
He stood alone in a silence heavy.
Hate snarled through his gritted teeth;
He drew a scared breath.
Hate snarled through his clenched jaw.
He looked over at happy Fate;
"Do you know what's going on?"
He looked over at O so grinning Fate.
Hate jumped for his empty chance;
"I shall carve forever my destiny."
Hate jumped for his mid-air shot.
Opening His throat for the teeth,
Throwing His head back in empty space.
Opening His throat for the Air.
Nabubulok Na BasuraNabubulok na Basura
Kunin ang mga nabubulok na basura
Mga matagal na nakaupo sa kalsada
Walang pakinabang, sagabal sa daanan
Mga mababahong pinagkukunan ng pera
Itapon mga nabubulok na basura
Linisin ang ating bayan
Para sa ating kinabukasan
Kayat sa susunod wag nang magtapon ng basura
Ilagay sa tamang pwesto
Ihiwalay ang nabubulok sa di nabubulok
At wag kalimutang itapon ang basura.
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