pagkilala sa malayang makata
kapwa sa kapwa
laban kung laban
ganyan itong himagsikan
—lipunan
hawak kong matalim
balak ay parating maitim
sarili ang tutugisin
—alipin
ordinaryong mundo
pagpili ng wasto
hindi matanto
—abo
bukas na isipan
malayang tahanan
sakim na tanggapan
—eskwelahan
pagkaing may kulay
kutsarang taglay
hapag-kainan
ay tamlay
—lamay
ngunit heto na ang
marmol
sa haligi at dingding
igiginugol
masuleo ang
tagapagtanggol
—ataol
tugon ng kalawakan
puso't pakiramdam
kaluluwang
hindi nagpaalam
—inaasam
langit at lupa
sa taong nagdududa
ang daming kinikita
—malaya ka sana
a moral attribute on a silent night
when rats are afar
as some fain would regroup
themselves to
shun western civilization
to humbly ascertain
a supreme level
of sophistication
or refinement
as both shared a value
called garden paths
and farm tracks
only to boastfully
till them in the
zone
a no-go
indeed
likened to a weekender bag
it took me, like you took me,
and when I had taken you
..for granted
it always seemed like
holding up that
glass,
for a toast
but aren't we drinkers,
you may ask?
I pooled in my
moneys and have
not paid the landlord
because here's my anxiety:
socialism and communism
are planned
by the moral overlord
how can we survive
my gentle blowball,
in this shifty stream of
consciousness?
but my being logoleptic
is crucial,
lets me save myself
of a semiotic-
turned-poetic
..exulansis
Celestial Bodies and
God's Clock
Parang mga kamay
kong nananakit
ngunit tinitiis
parang arthritis
Parang mga kape
sa sikmura ng bawat
taong nananabik
sa inuming acidic
Gusto ko lang naman
maunawaan
ang kalawakan
at ang araw at buwan
Upang sa gayun ay
malaman
ang katiyakan
kung nasaan ka man
Si Buwan
Gusto ko siyang bisitahin
kahit sa panaginip
lang
Ngunit ihip
ng hangin ayaw
mapigilan
Parang ang aking
buwan ay
lumulutang
at nang-iiwan lang
Marahil
hindi sa isa't-isa
itong namatyagan
alon
sapat na ba ang
ulap sa dalampasigan
upang ang dagat
ay ating masisilayan
araw ang pagbigkas
buwan ang pagluwas
parang namumutawing
bibig at tamlay ng bisig
bigyan mo pa ako
ng rason
upang ako ay huminahon
boketto
she was adamantine
in her determined
efforts in achieving a goal
It zapped the pesky fly
abuzz all day, all night
for this little guy
Whoever did it was that
girl who sees through
each and everday's end goal
It amazes me, —to see
the deeper end of
unconditioned scenes
which signify
the world we live in—
untitled
it is our gentle
strides along the shore
after all
nothing like
escaping our
personal persecutions
like fences
are so tall
we held each other's hands
like broken vessels
as if crushed, fine sand
at least in these trials and tribulations,
moments
help us understand
that we are still roaming around
this earth like spirits
surely reincarnating
this view is telling me
how rocks are cute pebbles
which can be awe-inspiring
bidding farewell
seems another
wonderful story
to tell
songs that play forever
but
life that's duller can be
fuller, brighter
—like a creative healing miracle
beach bunny
it's rare to find a
cute bunny on a beach
with a tropical rainforest
climate
often the
price for the
oceanside homes
skyrocket
but why?
I'd like to contemplate
but escape
is just a word that
resemble a getaway
yet the
dreaded city streets
in my town
seemed a trap
are we all
getting stuck
just like that?
—That's what's up
where else
would I want
to go, if you may ask
It's not that my
already dimmed skin
wanted to bask
in the amber sky
but this can also sound
like doing a task
And if you OR I shall
cry one day when we
figured it is a cask
a picturesque view
it is not anymore
something that we can
still mask