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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

I smile, I have a secret

I smile, i have a secret
No one knew it, maybe you
Hidden deep and locked secure
Only i can give the clue

I smile, i have a secret
Do you really have to know?
Its been with you all the time
They, even me dare not go

I smile, i have a secret
A dark matter in a core
Burning, swelling over time
A corrupted soul it bore

Now it lay dormant no more
The darkest of energies
Found their way into the core
Concealed in flesh and of glee

Turbulent in its restrain
Like steam trapped inside a pot
Or acid on virgin coke
Its a cancer that is not

How it longed for its release
From its closed obsidian shell
Forged by disguised emotions
Of the bearer of the shell

Its growth i cannot impede
Its depth and darkness innate
Light itself diminishes
Before its vehement state

It remained, but breathes no air
For i will never forget
Its rumblings, i thought was pain
I smile, i have a secret

Still it haunts my potent soul
all of me it wants to get
Violent if its released
I smile, i have a secret

Take heed of what you don't see
Behind a thorny thicket
Are unknown uncertainties
I smile, i have a secret

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Coveteous Hands

Debtor, wherever art thou
I'm sure thee is gratified
For tonight's lucent moonlight
Has conceived a vengeful vow

Thy happiness ended mine
Cause thy filthy hands are swift
Snitched away my fathers gift
Don't expect that i am fine

Shall i describe what it felt
When a newt severe its tail
there is no air to inhale
The ice of ones patience melt

So bale thy agile fingers
Itching, skin of thy envy
Wanting more insatiably
Like an unforgiven curse

Presence of thy unseen form
like a specter of discord
Looting all that thee adored
when our eyes omits thy form

Debtor, thou art now vanished
Took my merriment with ease
Potent like a dead-cold breeze
Thou came, thou passed, unpunished

Sunday, November 23, 2008

The Egotistic Men of Letters

Cowards who cannot accept
Mere realities that crept
Behind their backs like shadows
Worthy to die by arrows

Cowards whose egotistic
Views are shallow; moronic
Taking refuge behind lies
Later gain incentive prize

Cowardice is what you see
In there texts that are not free
Edited with golden pride
Cowards, that is how they write

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Of year old Poems

How long have i been writing?
Sarcasms, accounts of hate
Melodious verses singing
The streets, did it echoed great?

In the streets do people hear?
Begging thoughts outside their gates
Locked by ignorance and fear
Where reality awaits

The same poem that i wrote
This very date, i ponder
Been so long i swore an oath
To use my pen and wander

Wandered like an albatross
Or a Monarch butterfly
Round the world i came to cross
With the power of my eye

Still that oath i never broke
Though sometimes my fingers tire
My thoughts sometimes drifts like smoke
Quickly gone, but hard to hire

Like the playing of our dreams
Every time we try to wake
Recollecting all those themes
Few remain for us to take

These verses sprinkled with rhymes
Are just coming out of dates
When given unusual climes
What future in me awaits?

Friday, October 17, 2008

The Road To Florence

Worry not lost wanderer
Keep your pace on the dark road
It strayed many travelers
Long ago before you showed

Long ago through tongue twas passed
By folks, who now rest below
Now its realized at last
Your entering soul don't know

Muddy rivers comes to trail
The residents of the woods
Slugs and caterpillars hail
Through the fog you sounding boots

Light rarely reaches the floor
Deprived Venus flytrap cries
For sunlight for food and more
The edible mushroom dies

The damp mosses welcome him
A carpet of evergreen
The fog of dusk and the dim
Invoke creatures who are mean

His jacket made of weak hide
Shields him from the biting cold
As forked trails before divide
Deep within the forest old

River ran beside the trail
As he ventured deeper in
The groves echoed by nymphs wail
Enticing the strayed within

River undisturbed cascade
Cloudless waters that carry
A lone, sleeping, drifting maid
Whose pale hands held a daisy

In the fainting shafts of light
Frailty defined the astray
The trail, his blurring sight
And the maiden sailed away

Sailed away in the shadows
Of an unending river
While the trail slowly narrows
Hopes for the lost traveler

In his mud-smeared pantaloons
Striving, limping on his weight
The prelude of nightfall tunes
Reminds the last time he ate

He felt his weight heavier
Than he is a while ago
There's something in the river
That's forbidding him to go

Then came across his vision
Though it's blurry he defined
Majestic apparitions
Aged trees whose thickly vined

This forest has conceived them
To save its virginity
And with them are the children
On their hollows security

Twinkling lights before him now
Enchant him as they flutter
Playing on those misty boughs
His consciousness they shatter

All those lights lured him within
And he tread them trail no more
Quest for home is growing thin
Venturing the unknown lore

Carrying his unsound mind
Through the barbed vines on the ground
It savored his flesh behind
Though he's coiled and nearly bound

In the clearing all was torn
It was his numb skin that cried
For warmth of light like in morn
That the hidden sun denied

His piteous blood the earth gain
On his worn out knees he fell
Now that he is lesser sane
Resign to unconscious spell

On his own puddle of blood
He faded and strive to crawl
With each slip, he kissed the mud
When he falls he tasted all

An endless torment tonight
His soul and insanity
Enticed him into the lights
A hovering fantasy

Spectators are in the boughs
Following his bloody trace
Smell of predators arouse
As he reached a hollowed base

A hollow on the grand roots
Cavern of intertwining
Ancient wood that bore the fruits
And now a stranger dying

On the warmth of its bosom
Summoning his breath
Unaided in the dark some
Attended by lurking death

His flowing blood has gone cold
Cold until it flowed no more
His eyes lost its gleam and told
Death to take him to that door

As soon as darkness consume
The lair that became a tomb
It celebrated with gloom
The forests' possessive womb

Saturday, September 20, 2008

A Letter to Rakma

Dear Rakma, greetings of peace
The reason i send you this
Is because i want to know
What transpired from long ago

What has become my friends lives?
Did they marry many wives?
Or my beautiful girl-friends
On early motherhood tends

The town, does not look like one
Streets that i once filled with fun
Home that has a lizards den
I was just a toddler then

How about my favored trees
Where i gather the fresh breeze
The clubhouse that made safety
when the rabid dogs chased me

Hope that they remained standing
As a trace of my molding
In this cauldron known as life
I'm casted to endure life

Once with my young spirit gay
Remember that shameful day
I expected rain, I'm nude
I ran in the neighborhood

Ive garnered punishment there
And since then, i did not dare
I'm six, what can you expect?
Play all day is my subject

We did became acquainted
At school where we were tended
By teachers who sell candies
That bored present cavities

Voices rung the gloomy school
Ponds we made our swimming pool
With my ant-baited hair strands
Fish ant-lions in the sands

I was allergic to frown
Then i wondered in the town
On holidays and weekdays
Time when there were still less gays

The bridge reminds me of rain
Butt-naked children lose their sane
They dove the river by tens
Oh i wish i had the chance

To mingle with delinquents
Was tabooed by my parents
Commit my first mortal sin
When i was curios of skin

I remembered, when i stole
To my fathers pocket hole
Every morning while he slept
To the billiard house i crept

The billiard house had a store
With my pennies, i bought four
Bubble gums my molars chew
Sun lighted the morning dew

When weeks fell on Friday night
I trod the darkness despite
Uncertainties, i cant see
To watch power rangers free

When Saturdays came, i pay
Ten pesos to have my way
On a small room with bodies
Focused, absorbed by movies

Remembered the hut behind
Our house, with girls who are kind
I enjoyed their cute ceiling
I sat in there while talking

I had come across a house
Owned by a man with no spouse
Senility hunched his back
Father respects lolo Jack

I loved our old fashioned home
Shared with faeries and a gnome
And the lizards underground
Our left-overs there they hound

Every time i turn my head
Sometimes when I'm in my bed
Listening to radio
Apparitions come and go

My plastic table and chair
Where i color hares and bears
From my bought coloring book
The shadows behind me look

Are they visitors who peak?
My prayers and peace they seek?
Are they witches on that hut
Waiting, to have my hair cut

Every time my mother wakes
In those past mornings to make
Sustenance for the day long
And at school it made me strong

It made me jump and tumble
On schools grass field with humble
Grasshoppers, skipping steadfast
They feared I'll make them my breakfast

Remembered my stolen toy
God forgive that deprived boy
I treasured my childhood tears
Now succumb on present fears

When I'm ill, my parents sent
Me to brace efficacent
Of a century-old hand
She is known throughout the land

Perpetual flowers still blooms
On my craniums thousand rooms
Lantern plants, hibiscuses
Plants with unknown genuses

My father and my mother
Our maid and baby sister
In a house i cant forget
Where parts of my roots i set

Those archaic photographs
That ambered my sobs and laughs
Ceaselessly i recollect
Times, that i can't reject

Memories my head retained
Lingering and most remained
We just cant escape the past
Like shadows who always cast

So i think, this is the end
Of my lengthy letter friend
Tully yours, farewell it goes
The complimentary close

Friday, September 5, 2008

The Walk, the Night, and the Broken Hymen

As i pace another night
I seek the stars and the moonlight
There was none and all was black
And there was no turning back

Once again i am detached
And i feel like being watched
As i pass each light post faint
Whose light can honor a saint

Halfway to my rendezvous
There was nothing else to do
But keep walking by a church
Hope that no ghost will emerge

Past the church, another one
there were dogs, i did not run
though their canine teeth are shown
Still they grant me safe sojourn

Walking with moon's company
And the brilliant starry sea
Was the night, that ruled them all
For i saw innocence fall

Houses, once lighted by wicks
Built in nineteen forty-six
My lone procession they take
But a house still is awake

From the window, there i saw
they're uncovered, it was raw
What do people do when cold
Ti's the tale the window told

What has come, my decent walk?
That incite unconscious talk
All the days that God create
Why'd he put me in this fate?

Watch her face, i cannot bare
She's the girl with flowing hair
Who often sit beside me
On the lounge of library

With a kind, Cherubic face
I can't believe she'll embrace
A deed so base, Why'd she sell
Her fragile body to hell

Honest window showed me clear
How her eyes produced a tear
That twinkled for my eyes
To behold what truly lies

Pale, the color of her skin
Laid on that altar of sin
Quenching all a stranger's thirst
She think not her honor first

Soul of her sorrowful song
To my ear it whispered long
Her lover, a love he keeps
On a distant room he sleeps

The Volcanic libido
Disturbed the tress' sleeping crow
Does she really need his pay
For her studies in the day?

Her exhausted body frail
Mercied by a baby's wail
On that wooden, creaking bed
On a room that's painted red

I see the ceiling perspire
From the steam of this satire
Ascending from where it's borne
On her body's' tender torn

Stillness of my piercing glance
Still on her enduring dance
On a mattress colored beige
Shocks and tremors; she engage

Cold midnight breeze, freeze my ear
Body shivers not in fear
Invokes my pity and hate
Seen on that window's narrate

Must continue, i decide
Leave the window for the stride
So long our sins for tonight
She failed to switch off the light

Friday, August 22, 2008

An Analogy

Gays and rebels are the same
They want something hard to claim
Rebels want the lands even
Gays they want to sip semen

Gays and rebels talk silly
They act and dress more freely
Rebels steal and burn houses
Gays predate and wear blouses

Gays and rebels share a goal
Fire in the hole! Anus hole!
They keep bragging off their deeds
And liking it when it bleeds

Gays and rebels terrorize
The norm of us civilized
Gays they seek for penile fun
And the rebels cheer is gun

As these gays flock the suburbs
Rebels also in numbers
March the line of peace for war
Gays they do it in the bar

Oh! and let us not forget
Both these perverts have their set
Of leaders whose intellect
Coincide their dull defect

Fluent use of odd discourse
These gays' way to intercourse
Rebels make and use their codes
Then later a bomb explodes

They compliment each other
As innocence they shatter
Their hearts, something lunged inside
Is where a thrombus reside

If you see this as insult
Try to see first the tumult
They caused our society
Adds to my anxiety

Due to their perversity
Both made good analogy
Their genus flourished since then
Will God castigate these men?

Saturday, August 16, 2008

He speaks of bullets, yet he loves peace

Who are you, who planted hate
On our rich and tranquil ground
Tilled by our forefathers great
With their hands and sweat of toil

Now you come and you proclaim
In a provocative tone
That this land is yours to claim
To corrupt, infect and own

You said its the way to peace
If we'll just heed and follow
So you can plunder with ease
And hang us in your gallows

Gallows of your monarchy
And capitalistic ways
To secure your dynasty
With a vile and greedy face

Leaving us miserable
In a preposterous lead
So bitter, so terrible
That is why we must not heed

To sign the bargain of fools
Maybe, like tying a noose
On our necks to feed the ghouls
Whose desire for power rules

In the sign of crescent moon
You hide behind armaments
That speaks of pogrom, and soon
Harvest hate and arguments

The old scar incised again
Blood will run to it once more
To fertilize the soil when
Men think of others no more

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Minsan Sa Silid Aklatan

Sa aking pag-iisa
Kasama ang mga aklat
Nakatiwang-wang sa lamesa't
Inaamag ang pabalat

Ang pahinang maalikabok
Na naninilaw sa kalumaan
Dinidinig nito ang tibok
Ng puso ko'ng may kahinaan

Sa bintana ko'y tanaw
Ang kaway ng mga dahon
Na sa puno'y ginagalaw
Ng mga engkanto sa hapon

Lagi sa dakong tahimik
Sa mata ko'y nagpatalim
Tumakbo man ang mga titik
At magtago sa dilim

Ngayon sa paglamong marahan
Ng gabi at pagtahan ng ihip
Sa hapong may kapighatian
Ang mundo ko'y sinisilip

Damdami'y walang lungkot
Sa pag-iisang sinadya
Maging hangin may sangkot
Sa pagbuo ng tula

[English]

Once In The Library

In my loneliness
Accompanied by books
Laid on the table
Molds on its cover

The dusty page
Yellowing of age
Hears the heartbeat
of my weak heart

Behind the windows, i see
The waving of the leaves
Of the trees being moved
By Elves of the afternoon

Always on a silent nook
My eyes are sharpened
If the letters should run
And hide in the shadows

Now, the slow swallowing
Of night and the breezes pause
On a lonely afternoon
The world i peak

My gloom less mood
A deliberate loneliness
Even the winds have part
On wielding poem

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Genuflect; A Divine Perversion

Holy utterance, Thy tongue
Has made cunning by a tree
To gather the holy fee
From the pockets of old and young

Thy vesture of linen white
Symbolize thy taken vows
To shepherd a sinful house
Not by staff, but with a scythe

When praying to holy saints
Carved on wood or hung on walls
Thou sell them on parish stalls
As a bulwark for the taints

Sacred waters thou has blest
Did it hinder thy abuse?
Of their innocence on pews
Now i doubt thy being cleansed

Just human, thy alibi
So thou heard the call of flesh
And thou use a virgin fresh
Anus, from persuasive lie

You omit thy being chaste
When thy staff, used to impale
The juveniles who are bale
And you punish them with haste

Faithfuls on thy presence kneel
Someone is pretending blind
Thy altar knight stood behind
Reminiscing an ordeal

With thou, when he was no one
Had brought him before thy God
Then thou started to get odd
When thy buttons, had undone

He on thy room acquainted
Gallantry of things thou bought
And promised all what he sought
If he gets his soul tainted

Marked, smeared, forlorn altar knight
Tormented and is bleeding
Torn tissues and the screaming
A slave to thy carnal plight

Pains of thy excessive drill
Pumps a soul that has no peace
And the right thing is to cease
This obedience to thy will

So at noon, he made the choice
Depart with his agony
Of thy mock divinity
With a clear and humble voice

Father, father i must say
"I cant be with thee tonight"
And this quoth the altar knight
Father quoth; You're here to stay

Monday, July 21, 2008

A Day on the Hourglass

The deciduous leaves fly
Ordered by a lightning cry
And this, I was not aware
Of the seasons passing by

Falling leaves the trees forsake
The decaying premise take
It is done, I can't turn back
They're for the Janitors rake

I am living in my rhyme
In this swiftly, shifting time
For the many walks to walk
On a vast uncertain clime

Nineteen years before the now
Asked myself this question how
Can i keep this youth esteemed
If in times' presence i bow

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

The Dethronement

Tell me mother, what's the taste?
Tender chunks of shattered waists
Carnage swimming on your mouth
Macabres concluding route

Mother tell me? what's their fault?
that you've drown them in your salt
With their blood and fluids fuse
Dead ones, never did you choose

Is it like a candy drawn?
When you chew them and their gone
By your tempestuous tongues
Fishes found a home on lungs

You pity not the drowning
And savor all the dying
Those pale faces whom you've bound
On heels, so they can't be found

Mother did you treat her well?
On your limbs, a swelling hell
The princess poor has lost her crown
For you hanged her upside down

Mother, mother may i ask?
Is it just to make them cask?
Made of metal, twisted cry
Your dominion they defy

Its a lesson you inflict
Those who mock and maledict
Your cordial sublimity
They keep breaking your decree

Mother, still they do not hear
All their faults, your children dear
How much will they have to pay?
Murders of so grim a day

Sunday, June 29, 2008

A Writer's Sea

There is red and there is dead
There are some that sailors dread
Though my own, a peaceful tide
Restless thoughts are churned inside

See the water's never blue
Terns and Gulls are absent too
Not all, loves a placid murk
Summons all i need for work

On this vast colossal sea
Worlds i pass and ramble free
Worlds distorted, so grotesque
Need to write this style burlesque

Always when my body's soak
Fervent waters that provoke
Rageful ghosts that's sometimes bane
On this baleful brood of Cain

Sentiments from liquid pure
On an illness, found a cure
Inquiries the waters heed
Makes up my poetic creed

Below the waves, a forged scheme
By someone whose in the dim
Writing truths that raise the steam
Parallel to precious dreams

You can never see below
Clearly all what made me know
Just like now, its hard to guess
What the pen wants to address

Friday, June 27, 2008

The Third Kind's Carnality

They are now ,they had a choice
Exercised falsetto voice
Painted nails and painted face
Skin indulge on scented sprays

Unbarred, closet opened wide
A true self just cannot hide
Sinly smiles of coated lips
Swaying butt and shapeless hips

Vampire-like, they fear the sun
Same as a devoted nun
Life consumed on things absurd
Filthy deeds they hide are heard

They pray to a moon that crawls
Gloomy streets of sex and brawls
Shadows on the shadows lurk
Silent, has the smirk of Circe

On the sound of treading feet
Senses heightened, ear-drums beat
Stronger now for moon it brought
Lonely teenage boy they sought

Keen eyes made discourteous glance
Torrid will and urge to dance
On velvet sheets of lover's bed
Carnal craniums painted red

Calling whistles, lizards tongue
Bogus masks on faces hung
Utter promises of lies
And a beer that's full of ice

Whistles only are for dogs
And the boy just hate the hogs
Walking still, he passed them by
Tricky souls just gave a sigh

Hours came, still has no guest
Sun is born, its time to rest
Clean the vomits, close the club
And they visit baker Bob

Walking alien of the streets
Whistles got from driver seats
Stuff of laughter and of taunt
Morals of the church they haunt