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Ano mang linaw nang tubig na dinurangawan mo sa paglakbay, ito ay mapipilitang umanyo sa putik at batong hinihimlayan nito.

Marahil ito ay sa pagtikas ng bukang-liwayway, hahango ang dilim sa pagpilit ng langit na buksan ang iyong mga mata.

Ang bawat pagsaliw ng hangin ay musika, taglay ang damdaming pabagal-pabilis--pusong puno ng pagtawag sa pag-ibig nitong hinihintay.

Nagsisimula ng sumilip ang init ng hangin sa bintanang madamot sa liwanag.

Una antología de amor, de odio y de belleza

Una antología de amor, de odio y de belleza


Belleza

I, am beautiful,
So as the scars that scares my blind bleating.
Hailing to unrest me, with pain, yes,
Pain, no, suffering.
It is when people see sadness,
Eyes barred within eyes of seeing, yes,
Fleeting, no, whenever we are blind.
‘Tis when pens go out of ink
That it will remain ‘unused,’ yes,
‘Of use,’ no, when we are not empty.
It is when strangers happen
To be long led into fame, yes,
Shame, no, doors with no locks,
‘Tis when froths are consumed with
Lips of taste, yes,
Haste, no, sad longing ness
For flavor.
It is with beauty that we become flared
With life, with waiting,
With looting of the
Endless damages of eternity,
That, I, we, forever, will be of beauty.



Cuando Solamente


Yet,
There are people who trust our weaknesses,
Of people who blames the moronic beauty we bear,
Of people who see our young faces, the long tender deceptiveness,
Yes,
We,
are,
strangers,
For we sit in chairs,
Alone,
And thinking about the dark dim holes that have looked on us lately.
Of people who created us into the cold whimpers of air,
Of people who see our blissful wishes coming true.
But,
Still,
We, are, strangers.

Yes, we never wake up, until we ask where have we been, or have we remained hungry
Of innocence, gasping, hunting and whipping, of truths,
That will kill and spare us,
Of the undeniable moving of moments, and trips of waiting,
Then,
We,
Sleep.




Amor y dolor


We, lie when we love,
When we think that they heed us,
In the deepest need of needing them.
Then, they lie too.
For,
When they think of understanding us,
In the deepest needs of understanding us.

Yes, with stray blood, whimpering,
And unstopping whistling of coals, hooks, and trivets.
Yes, when they slow down,
To see us breath, and stealth, nothing but our scarce heaving.

Yes, when they see us in their dreams
of nocturnes, dusks, and dawns.
Yes, when they hear our swiveling
on fences, gates and doors.
Yes, when they feel our touches unbitten to our dry, dusty skin.




Como cintas y el inútil de la belleza

And,
They leave us,
And,
We find them,
And,
They come back.

We have them, not like those of boxes and gifts,
But, like the ribbons,
That has wrapped their vain beauty.

Then, we’ll ask why they have left us,
We gaze in fires and spirits,
Floating.
When they undress us,
Of happiness of slavery, of ecstasy of virginity,
Of shame of mockery, of flirtations of emotions.

Still,
Forever,
when they leave us,
we want,
to find them.



Amabilidad, pedida



Kindness,
Is what truth patronizes when we need it.

We seek kindness when we hurt happiness
Of stokes that bore us,

We seek of kindness when we are sleuthed with guilt,
Of love and hate,

We seek kindness when we can’t cry
Of accepting the writings on our sands,

We seek kindness when we feel no fate
Clamped into the faces of righteousness,

We seek kindness in search
Of truths to compromise our mysteries,
Over the coldness of the fire of beauty,
Of waiting and disappointment.


1st Place
Poetry Writing in English
Genoveva Edrosa Matute Literary Awards
Torch Publications
PNU, 2006

poesa

As I was looking at your poison
I thirst.
--veins: where I feel the blood flow, fervently
and fierce.
***********


Words change as we speak.
They tell the truths.
They lie on our lips
Yearning peace
.
***********

And

So
Why
Now
Yet
Yes
Flavor. Rain.
Box of Tide Ultra.
Wind. Roof.
Pain.
More pain.
Gauze.
Scar.
Hate. Depression.
Misery. Debt.
Death.
***********

New Poems

Poems I have written for two students.

 

Sonnet for my eyes owest

for Ferdinand Tan

 

O thou fairest, mine beauty sleeps and thine      

Survives ruthless and speechless reconcile,      

Mortal blame must encourage rain recline,                      

Suffers the marquee and justless exile.               

Trifles shower the grayish poet’s dream              

A sad music that souls join and partake,             

Human sorrow hallow’ed deeps and screams,  

Those youthful summers and with winters break.  

Melancholy crawls and weaknesses show             

Hurts be littlest and growest shame and hate,        

Your eyes and lips reveal a furtive glow--               

I, the sun, and you, the moon, smile as great.        

Twinkles may glisten, wither and kirtle,

Slivers and shivers my heart may whittle.

 

Eyes

for Betina Libre

 

My eyes are not always bright—

They **change each time.

The opens are not too wide or narrow as

what is narrowest.

Its depth depends on the darkness

and light—

shows little glow,

and receives a glint of life.

**

1.	to make the form, nature, content, future course, etc., of (something) different from what it is or from what it would be if left alone

2.

2. to transform or convert (usually fol. by into)

 

 

lines 1-2

the sun shines not for the earth.
the rain pours not for the earth.

the wind grew tired on me.
the gust turned into zephyr.

the wind grew angry on me.
the leaves shade off the trees.

the wind grew pale on me.
the green grass turned less hued.

the wind grew tired on me,
it now hates to wait for me again.

the wind grew tired on my life.

closing cycles by paolo coelho

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What was passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents,lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it maybe!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment.Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.Closing cycles. Not because of pride,incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record,clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.