Waiting in Vain

It is 2.43am & I’m apt
In fix guise, soon I depart
With a desire, that taunts the heart
For a long time & now we’ll make a new start

Blinded by thick hazy veil
Of smoky mist of air
The amorphous blanket the alley I sail
For missing you still flairs.

Shaky for it is so frigid
And my movements is so rigid
But it won’t took long and soon get rid
Being with you is all I need
[Being with you these all will fade]

& finally I came across the cut
The place, where we usually sat
& nearby was a tall old tree
The proof of vows and memory

& a message receive from her
I read it with much eager
And it says, “We can’t see each other”
& an eye of apathy and joyless veneer



[critics are welcome;] ]
-a cold Christmas drama

Be That As It May

(it was a long time that i’ve never

written a poem again.. because its too

hard to don emotions and be inspired and

have an eagerness to put it into writings, like

poems.. and i entitled it as

poems.. and i entitled it as

"Be That As It May" [Then]

Again, writing my piece of ache

It is, another lie and another fake

Can you help me, because I might rather break?

The reason: Love had over taken

A moron, a motley

As wanky as it’s a prey

You keep me in display

Your promise, you’ve betray…

The sky thunders

While I hear whispers

Deep inside me the rain downpours

And that made our amity over…

In my journey I meet a daisy

In the meadows it is lonely

A flower that signifies purity

So, I accompanied it in its misery

It seems to be weak and dull

And discern they are dual

Dark Elysium brought fatal

As dismay as it’s feral

I come athwart

With a wounded heart

Still I stand yearn like an Arch

Like a gladiator in the bulwark

In the brightest and harsh calamity

The daisy undergo in catastrophe

She was quit cold in the acrimony

But I’ll never transient nor treachery

Till we wait the sun dawn

With this toil we spawn

And oath an axiom

It is to live and Loom

christmas of a black dog

people awaits the day…
children enjoys their holiday
in the street they play
and they carols all the way

i stand by the window
the cold breeze had blow..
and i feel in wiredraw,
for my soul was shallow

i winnow the slough of despond
for something i had lose in bond
it’s the woman, that grind her hand
away from our own homeland

i reminisce the three of us
we’re complete and celebrating the Christmas..
but before that we attend the mass
and now what a mist it was..

i vagabond in melachoia
my emotion sag - like having a nausea
and ain’t to be to euphoria
for it was a veneer veridical dysphoria

Pagkasabik Kong Hibik

ako ay nasasabik
diwa’y nahihibik..
di malaman kung bakit??
bat dibdib ay naninikip?

isip ko’y blanko
pakiramdam ko’y bato
diwa’y nagsusumo
mundo’y nais ihinto….

mga maliligayang araw..
aking binalik tanaw
inga’y ng kwarto
ngayo’y ihip ng hangin nagbago..

sa liwasan aking nasisilayan..
mga katoto kong nagkakasiyahan…
pilit kong hinahakbang
ngunit tila binti ko’y parang bato kung ihakbang

nais kong ibalik
ang nakaraang sintamis ng isang halik.
pagsasamang walang kapantay
ang KAKLSE kong sa TUNAyn

hay.. pano! pano!
ako’y natutuliro
sa biglang pagbabago
sa mga alaalang sa aki’y hindi maglalaho..

sa haba ng ating paglalakbay..
mga diwa nating magkakaugnay
kayo’y mananatili sa puso’y buhay
kahit ibang daan na ang ating tinutunghay..

sa ating paggising..
iba na ang ating makakapilking
Ngunit wag mabahala
sa mata tayo’y magkikita-kita

sa aking huling wika
hindi ko napansin na ako’y naging makata
ang nais lamang ay makalikha
ng mensahe sa puso ay kinuha…

Hapis

di sukat akalain ang lalim
ng kutsilyo na sa akin
ay nakbaon ng madiin..

sa bawat hinagpis
tila di kayang magtiis
at ika’y hapis

ika’y larawan ng isang pagdadalamhati
nang isang masidhing pighati
disin narasin ang hapdi

dayuhan kung maihahalintulad..
yari mo’y di lantad
ika’y isa pa ring mapalad…

Letter to Elysium

i’m trying to write a great poetry
but it was so hard.. to make its sound pretty
and i ask Supreme Being for amity
also to take off my anxiety and enmity

this is just simple
to put out words & a message that’s sensible
i give thanks to the father in Zion
for helping to made this crafty creation

mentor's verse

tears hold me back from reverie
i wish there is someone who is here with me
try and unchain me from melacholy
hoping to be heard, could you do it for me?

[october 1 2006]

work of my friend..^^!

blossom

Bright sunny day
While I lay
In my looming bay
Looking back in my memory

Lights blink and blink
Let misery shrink
Like a boat that sink
In the deepest thought they think

The bonfire blaze
Criminals were chase
Life has many phase
That is hard to face

I hear no one sang
People spoke in tongue
How snakes had fang?
And my clock alarm

the authors' dark room

all alone in the shaded-cosmos of dimless were he dwells
eyes were shut, tormented by sharp cold breeze..
legs were rift
his skin wither and he found deep cuts blood flows…
and he’s in dreadful pain
for it was a ceaseless misery..
breathing become rigid he grasp the other hand
and warmth
but still shuddering


[august 11 2006]