“Bakit ang isang robot maaring bigyan ng kakayahan
na maging sunud – sunuran?
Pero bakit ang isang nilalang ay di maaring gawan
ng isang pusong likha sa makina upang maturuan?
Bakit ang isang chip sa kompyuter ay nadidiktahan
at may kapangyarihang burahin ang iyong nasimulan?
Pero bakit ang taong nagpupumilit sa kasiyahan
ano man ang gawin nito’y di mabago ang kapalaran?”
Minsan kailangang magpumiglas at magbuhos ng lakas
upang ang bawat dikta ng pagkakataon ay kumaripas.
Dahil ang panahon ay patuloy na umuusad
at kung ika’y makupad, iiwan ka nitong nakasadsad.
Paikutin man sa mga palad ang damdamin
sa dulo’y mga luha pa rin ang makikita sa harap ng salamin.
Na tila kawangis ng walang hangganang hinagpis
dulot ng pagpaparaya at masalimuot na pagtitiis.
“Bakit ang orasan, kayang pigilin at pahintuin
sa anumang oras na iyong naisin?
Pero bakit ang yugto ng buhay ng isang naghihirap
ay di kayang ibalik ang mga ligayang minsa’y nalasap.
Bakit ang musika’y maaring mabago ang himig
at maikubli sa puso ng sinumang nakaririnig?
Ngunit bakit ang sakit, lumipas man ang maraming taon
ay nananatili ang hapdi habang ito’y sa limot ibinabaon?”
Madalas, buksan mo man ang pinto ng puso
sa huli’y sisipain kang palabas na tila ika’y isang tuso.
Ganito rin ang pag-ibig, sa simula ay langit
sa dulo’y mapapaso ka sa humahagupit na init.
Naisin mang makamit ang libu – libong hiling,
mamamasdan pa rin ang mga ito na nakalibing.
Tila isang giyera’t madugong pakikipaglaban
maisakatuparan lamang ang pangarap na isang kaban.
“Bakit ang mga numero’t letra sa alpabeto
maaring isulat at bigkasin nang walang pagkalito?
Naunit bakit ang mga salitang, “di kita iiwan” at “mahal kita”
sa huli’y naibibigkas na lamang na “paalam na”?
Bakit ang siyensiya, medisina at sari – saring uri ng tableta,
kayang pawiin ang sakit ng ulo at katawang nabahala?
Ngunit bakit walang naimbentong gamot o panlunas
para sa mga pusong sa ngalan ng pag – ibig ay nagasgas?”
Minsan mas nararapat ang tatag ng prinsipyo
upang maganap ang pagdurog sa tikas ng siphayo.
Sapagka’t ang tiwala at respeto sa sarili lamang
ang maaring bumuo ng nabuwag na lakas at tapang.
Madalas, kinakailangang bumangon mag – isa
at patuloy na mangarap kasabay ng mga luha.
Sapagkat sa buhay na masalimuot ang mga daan at kabanata,
tanging tibay ng loob at pagmamahal sa sarili ang mga sandata.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
The Sense of Human
You created me
and built my personality.
You dressed me
and bought my body.
Now you sold me
in exchange of a fee.
Yes, he bought me
like a second hand tee.
He recreated me
and rebuilt my personality.
He taught me the A-B-C
and also 1-2-3.
He helped me to get out of poverty.
Moulded me with dignity.
Now my brain is no longer empty.
So watch out and you will see.
Now, i have my policy:
To buy you easily.
I will pull you out of your liberty
and put you in the cradle of slavery.
and built my personality.
You dressed me
and bought my body.
Now you sold me
in exchange of a fee.
Yes, he bought me
like a second hand tee.
He recreated me
and rebuilt my personality.
He taught me the A-B-C
and also 1-2-3.
He helped me to get out of poverty.
Moulded me with dignity.
Now my brain is no longer empty.
So watch out and you will see.
Now, i have my policy:
To buy you easily.
I will pull you out of your liberty
and put you in the cradle of slavery.
Whispers Are Forever
love is untrue
It is blind and blue
plenty of dullness
full of darkness
love loses it wings
the voice that sings
the power to fly
to reach the high sky
whisper the pain
to the pouring rain
whisper the sadness
to the wind unrest
the day is dying
the light is flickering
sunset is done
lights are gone
tomorrow will come
with no joy and fun
for there is prowess
of true loneliness
whisper the solitary
to the silence of the sea
whisper the fear
to the sky that can't hear
whisper the love's injustice
to the deafness of time
whisper the love's cruelty
to the world of fantasy
whisper the depth of pain
whisper the hope in chain
whisper the death of love
whisper the wounded and bleeding heart
It is blind and blue
plenty of dullness
full of darkness
love loses it wings
the voice that sings
the power to fly
to reach the high sky
whisper the pain
to the pouring rain
whisper the sadness
to the wind unrest
the day is dying
the light is flickering
sunset is done
lights are gone
tomorrow will come
with no joy and fun
for there is prowess
of true loneliness
whisper the solitary
to the silence of the sea
whisper the fear
to the sky that can't hear
whisper the love's injustice
to the deafness of time
whisper the love's cruelty
to the world of fantasy
whisper the depth of pain
whisper the hope in chain
whisper the death of love
whisper the wounded and bleeding heart
The Prisoner In Me
my soul is thirsty of freedom
to wash away hatred
to veil darkest past
to hide sorrows and tears
and to kiss a broken heart
but how could i
if my hands are tied
and my eyes are blindfolded?
life has never brought me excitement
sometimes its full of selfishness
shatters dreams
chaotic in nature
unfair and unjust
confusing, annoying
deceiving, dying
like a light, flickering
i've never stopped dreaming
to bring back life
to find the lost me
to search once again
the colors of my rainbow
but i'm getting tired
turning to be the weakest
most hopeless, forgotten
if only i could purchase happiness
i'll splurge my self
roll and sleep over it
share it, give it for free
but reality saddens me
that joy is selfishly hidden
locked in greedy minds
labeled not for sale
i'm still blindfolded
with tied hands
still a prisoner of hatred
a dreamer
tired and weak
searching for my rainbow
and yes, i can still love my self
just to somehow, satisfy my thirst.
to wash away hatred
to veil darkest past
to hide sorrows and tears
and to kiss a broken heart
but how could i
if my hands are tied
and my eyes are blindfolded?
life has never brought me excitement
sometimes its full of selfishness
shatters dreams
chaotic in nature
unfair and unjust
confusing, annoying
deceiving, dying
like a light, flickering
i've never stopped dreaming
to bring back life
to find the lost me
to search once again
the colors of my rainbow
but i'm getting tired
turning to be the weakest
most hopeless, forgotten
if only i could purchase happiness
i'll splurge my self
roll and sleep over it
share it, give it for free
but reality saddens me
that joy is selfishly hidden
locked in greedy minds
labeled not for sale
i'm still blindfolded
with tied hands
still a prisoner of hatred
a dreamer
tired and weak
searching for my rainbow
and yes, i can still love my self
just to somehow, satisfy my thirst.
Spring
I never gave up in every scuffle I adhere
For I know that there are promises to fulfill.
I never surrendered in wars I condemn
Because I know that there are dreams to open.
Time tested my strength and bravery
But I never fell on my knees and got weary.
For many times, worries continued to deceive me
But hopes were there to encourage me.
Immeasurably, reality and truth haunted my soul
But my faith was there to achieve affection’s goal.
Thousands of faces of joy were pretended
But my will had never stranded.
There was love, which swore to stay beside
But promise was neglected and chose to set behind.
In a split second I felt I was totally on my own.
Then I realized that my life is a real solemn.
From then on, I learned to shed a tear
And embraced the heat of anger and fear.
But this is my fight.
With power and courage
I was forced to supply my mind with knowledge
I discovered that this is a never-ending reality.
With all the twists and turns, my soul never gave up.
Confusions start to veil.
Bravery and optimism are more intensified.
The good-fighter-feeling is unstoppable.
Yesterday’s life was an autumn. Today is its spring.
For I know that there are promises to fulfill.
I never surrendered in wars I condemn
Because I know that there are dreams to open.
Time tested my strength and bravery
But I never fell on my knees and got weary.
For many times, worries continued to deceive me
But hopes were there to encourage me.
Immeasurably, reality and truth haunted my soul
But my faith was there to achieve affection’s goal.
Thousands of faces of joy were pretended
But my will had never stranded.
There was love, which swore to stay beside
But promise was neglected and chose to set behind.
In a split second I felt I was totally on my own.
Then I realized that my life is a real solemn.
From then on, I learned to shed a tear
And embraced the heat of anger and fear.
But this is my fight.
With power and courage
I was forced to supply my mind with knowledge
I discovered that this is a never-ending reality.
With all the twists and turns, my soul never gave up.
Confusions start to veil.
Bravery and optimism are more intensified.
The good-fighter-feeling is unstoppable.
Yesterday’s life was an autumn. Today is its spring.
Modern Warriors
US strikes against Iraq
With prepared big tanks,
Newly invented ammunitions, and bombs
Each reloads second hand guns
Aims to win every battle
All ready for a war
A tooth for a tooth
An eye for an eye
What they believe in
Is of one’s pride to win
For to conquer is a victory
And to revenge is immortality
They carry ammunitions
Marching before the eyes of the nation
Wearing black headdresses
To show that they need no caress
To prove that they have great prowess
To save the country under suppress
Saddam Hussein supports the fighters
Offers great deals to his warriors
Promises to honor one’s decision
To protect him and his dying nation
Commemorates courage and bravery
Of soldiers chinned-up and no weary
They have put their lipstick on
Applied a very light face foundation
Coated their fingernails with red nail polish
And made it sure that it won’t easily vanish
They have kept their stilettos
And wore boots to defeat their foes
With prepared big tanks,
Newly invented ammunitions, and bombs
Each reloads second hand guns
Aims to win every battle
All ready for a war
A tooth for a tooth
An eye for an eye
What they believe in
Is of one’s pride to win
For to conquer is a victory
And to revenge is immortality
They carry ammunitions
Marching before the eyes of the nation
Wearing black headdresses
To show that they need no caress
To prove that they have great prowess
To save the country under suppress
Saddam Hussein supports the fighters
Offers great deals to his warriors
Promises to honor one’s decision
To protect him and his dying nation
Commemorates courage and bravery
Of soldiers chinned-up and no weary
They have put their lipstick on
Applied a very light face foundation
Coated their fingernails with red nail polish
And made it sure that it won’t easily vanish
They have kept their stilettos
And wore boots to defeat their foes
End of The Day
I feel complete, yet alone.
I see heaven, yet burdened.
I've seen what I wanted, but was taken for granted.
I've found eternity and realized it was killing me.
I caught myself at the end of the road but still was looking for a ravine.
I stood before a hundred goodbyes and was welcomed by blue.
I continued to search for falling leaves but they were always out of sight.
Maybe they've gone to the river and were swallowed by unexpected flickering light.
I embraced the wind but soon it strangled and left me.
I looked around.
I stopped and remained still.
Then, I was surrounded by dying promises and fulfilled defeats.
I was watched by laughing lies and failures.
Then rain appeared and showered me with emptiness.
My tears were irresistible, yet invisible.
I fell on my knees.
Bowed and clasped my hands.
closed my eyes and just let my senses led me to tolerance.
I see heaven, yet burdened.
I've seen what I wanted, but was taken for granted.
I've found eternity and realized it was killing me.
I caught myself at the end of the road but still was looking for a ravine.
I stood before a hundred goodbyes and was welcomed by blue.
I continued to search for falling leaves but they were always out of sight.
Maybe they've gone to the river and were swallowed by unexpected flickering light.
I embraced the wind but soon it strangled and left me.
I looked around.
I stopped and remained still.
Then, I was surrounded by dying promises and fulfilled defeats.
I was watched by laughing lies and failures.
Then rain appeared and showered me with emptiness.
My tears were irresistible, yet invisible.
I fell on my knees.
Bowed and clasped my hands.
closed my eyes and just let my senses led me to tolerance.
Enemies
Selfishness is intricate to understand.
Ruins one’s life but terrified to mug it.
Hurts your pride but accepts with no resistance.
Leads to disgrace but lovers embrace.
Populace is afraid to realize life’s inevitability.
Scared to wrestle the innocence of incessant cruelties of fate.
Trembling to sense the anger of uncertainty and disparity.
Rising folly kept within self, never revealed.
Yelling voices refused to be heard by powers.
Leaping grievance in the eyes of a cold-hearted.
Betrayal was unleashed for self-worth.
Confessions were uttered to satisfy jealousy.
Illusions in psyche are treasures, protected.
Affection was deserted by showers of envy.
Clever gestures accelerated soul’s wrath.
Solitary is the last option in hand.
To be unaccompanied is the last option one can choose,
The best alternative to be the victor.
Is solitary the best ammunition?
Yes. For many, it is.
Brings anger to solemnity and tranquility.
Pride to clemency and leniency.
Reservations to organization.
Bitterness to acceptance.
Minds will be more undisturbed
Souls will be in peace and stillness.
Hearts will instigate to stop weeping.
Wilderness will go back to its incorruptibility.
Similar to a new born baby in earth’s sensation.
Akin to a sunrise freshly witnessed by the naked eye.
Resembling to a smile perfectly painted in one’s face.
Like a rainbow from yesterday’s making.
Ruins one’s life but terrified to mug it.
Hurts your pride but accepts with no resistance.
Leads to disgrace but lovers embrace.
Populace is afraid to realize life’s inevitability.
Scared to wrestle the innocence of incessant cruelties of fate.
Trembling to sense the anger of uncertainty and disparity.
Rising folly kept within self, never revealed.
Yelling voices refused to be heard by powers.
Leaping grievance in the eyes of a cold-hearted.
Betrayal was unleashed for self-worth.
Confessions were uttered to satisfy jealousy.
Illusions in psyche are treasures, protected.
Affection was deserted by showers of envy.
Clever gestures accelerated soul’s wrath.
Solitary is the last option in hand.
To be unaccompanied is the last option one can choose,
The best alternative to be the victor.
Is solitary the best ammunition?
Yes. For many, it is.
Brings anger to solemnity and tranquility.
Pride to clemency and leniency.
Reservations to organization.
Bitterness to acceptance.
Minds will be more undisturbed
Souls will be in peace and stillness.
Hearts will instigate to stop weeping.
Wilderness will go back to its incorruptibility.
Similar to a new born baby in earth’s sensation.
Akin to a sunrise freshly witnessed by the naked eye.
Resembling to a smile perfectly painted in one’s face.
Like a rainbow from yesterday’s making.
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