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'gato encerrado' o 'nakatagong pusa' sa tagalog, ay nasambit ng
isa sa mga karakter
ni Rizal sa Noli Me Tangere. ang idyomatikong ito ay nangangahulugan
ng mga
malalalim na kadahilanan o mga sekreto. at sa aking palagay na ang
lahat ng tao
ay may kanya-kanyang itinatagong pusa. narito ang mga pusang itinatago
ko,
nakapinid sa gitna ng mga titik at retorika kung saan ang mga tunay na
dahilan
kadalasa'y ako lamang ang nakakaalam.
mga tula...
kung
ako si buwan
the
visit
slumber
days
there
are times
the
little green island called starbucks
sa
pagkakataong masilaw ang indio
a
man to serenade his love
a
child looks out a window
ang
makata ng barberia
if
you could see the world through my eyes
mayroon
akong kakilala
they
keep on telling me...
i
turn myself upside down...
limang
libong taon na ang nakalipas
the
phantom
i
am, is me
Lashi
the
moon has a thousand faces
Lashi
II
Prince
Charming
I
saw you Krishna
The
Essence of Womanhood has come upon Her
ang
boss kong masungit
kung ako si buwan
kakaibiganin ko
si araw
bakit kamo?
para 'pag naging
close na kami
ni araw
kukumbinsihin
ko siyang siya nalang
ang magtrbaho
sa gabi
ba! kapagod yatang
lumambitin
sa langit magdamag
lalo't wala namang
nakapapansin
sa'yo
buti pa si kumparing
araw
kahit pano napapansin
kahit halos pununuya't
reklamo
sa sobrang tinag
at init
k lng yun! basta
napapansin di ba?
di tulad ni buwan
mapansin man,
kasi full moon
naglilipanan daw kasi
ang
mga mananaggal at kung
ano mang
masasamang elemento
'pag
bilog ang buwan
pero kung half moon,
quarter moon at kung
ano
pang moon(basta dehins
full ha!)
tsugi na career ni mr.
moon
'wa nang pumapansin
kaya kung makukuha kong
karelyebo
si araw
tignan ko lang kung
walang makapansin
ba! kapansinpansin na
yata kung
alas diyes na ng gabi
eh me araw
pa rin!
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then i went
ti visit the man
before he
goes on with his life
then i went
to see the man
who i always
knew was nearby
but now he'll
be moving on
and he'll
be leaving things behind
and so i
went to visit the man
to see him
for the very last time.
you can't
let go without saying
goodbye.
smoke acts as incense and
fills the room
as i lay around the couch
dreamin' and wonderin'
how long i've been wasting time
am i still human?
why can't i feel anything?
how long have i stopped feeling?
but wait. i feel something......
phantasm.
comfort.
derision.
philosophize about life lived
and love's lost
but never learn
one end justifies another
this is too much
i can't think anymore
i don't want to think anymore
i just want to laze around
and smell the smoke
and slumber.
there are times when i wish i could make the world
stop in its orbit
that i could be able even just for a little while
freeze time
if i could take a moment to a stand-still
and detach myself from the rest of the world
engross myself in that moment
when i need not worry what time it is
or whether the dog has been fed
a moment when there is
no time
no space
no pain
nothing
but
me
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i sit alone
once again
in my lonely island
whose emblem being
an aquarian enclosed
in a green circle
with the words 'starbucks' above her
and 'coffee' below heri sit wondering
one thought passed onto another
and before i could think for
an answer
i forget what i was wondering abouti occasionally rise my eyes
to peek
at the guy facing me from
the other table
as he listlessly gazes into
a lost oblivionblenders roaring
coffee making
my island seems full of
people
all wondering despite
the crowd
we,
every countenance, we
are alone
alone in our little green
island
where everything advances
except time.
Sa pagkakataong masilaw and Indio sa karigkitan ng mga bituin sa langit,
panahon na ng pagluluksa ng Inang tinatawag nating Bayan. Sa panahong ito,
na higit kailanman ang natatamasang yurak sa pagsibol at dangal.
Higit na masakit para sa anak, na tunay na nagmamahal, ang makita ang
kanilang Inang humihingal sa pagkakadapa. Habang ang mga Leon at Tigre ay
marangyang sumasayaw sa kanyang pagkadustay, patuloy ang alingawngaw ng
makirot na panaghoy ng Ina’t anak na parehong sawimpalad.
At sa kahabag-habag na himig, tanging Dios lamang ang nakaririnig.
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a man to serenade his lovehe sits across me
he holds the hands
he adores the eyes
he touches the face
he softens his lips
to impress
he smells the hair
complements the skin
serenades his love
and blissfully sings
he drowns in ecstacy as
he sits across me
holding the hand
adoring the eyes
touching the face
softening his lips
to impress
smelling the hair
complementing the skin
serenading the lady
sitting beside him.a child looks out a window
eyes lit up and gaping
digesting the wondrous splendor
of the rain
alone she sits watching
listening
to gloria estefan accompanying
bongo drums
she watches with wonder at
the tiny droplets of rain
as it trickles down shiny automotive
droplet after droplet...
then a smile across her face,
'at least phelps dodge is spending the
solace of wetness with a mercedes benz.'
the child sits back
drinks her tea...
'god i need more milk on this! but
i don't want to get up. i just want to watch
the rain...!'
she looks out again.
an aquarian in a circle catches her fancy
embossed in the glass window,
'that babe never gets tired of smilin'
the rain drowns the concrete
but at least phelps dodge is not alone,
that mercedes keeps a part of her
breathin'
the rain stopped.
the child sits back and throws her
attention to the people inside the
coffee shop.i used to see myself watching the
rain
wondrously gaping at the droplets
falling off foliages.
but now they're falling off automatons.
ang makata ng barberia ang makata ng barberia
di minsanang nagpakita
ng kanyang talento sa pangungutya
ng sangkatauhan ng Maynilasa salin ng kalansing
ng mga pang-ahi’t gunting
di minsanang nabatid
ang kahihiyan ng mga minasid‘si ganu’t ganito,
mayron nang apo!
naku ginoo!at ang katipan ng anak,
kahapon lamang sa trabaho nasibak!’aniya pa, ‘si ano, alam niyo ba,
ang babae niya?
Tatlumpung beses nang nakasal,
Bawat isa’y nagtagal lamang hanggang
Almusal!’‘naku mga tsong,’ hirit niya
habang ang mga tao sa barberia
sa kani-kanilang gupit abala
‘si kumpareng Atong, dun naman sa japayuki
nalululong!’‘at ito naman si kumare
di na natuto sa mga kanti
kanyang anak na lalaki
di turuan ng mabutituloy ‘yang junyor niya
lumalaking isang bakla!
Kung ako ang naging ama,
Tiyak bugbog sarado ang anak nya!Ba! Di ata pwede sa’king pamilya
Magkaroon ng isang babakla-bakla
Kakastiguhin ko talaga siya
Hanggang mabali ang buto niya!’At tuloy-tuloy ang sambit n’ya
Hanggang malunod na ang umaga
Sa kasaysayan ng bawat taong
Naktira sa Maynila.Ang ating istorya
Doon sa barberia
Ay di minsanang halimbawa
Ng maruruming dila.
if you could see theworld through
my eyes
maybe i
wouldn't
be
so
strange.
mayroon akong kakilala, back to top
isang pilipina
kayumanggi naman siya
pero ang totoo n’yan,
siya’y amerikana.
Di ko tiyak kung saan s’ya
Pinanganak,
Pero batid ko kung saan s’ya
Lumaki,
Dalawampung taon and inilagi niya
Sa Pinas,
Kakatwa mang isipin, sa kabila non,
Siya’y english-speaking.
Matapos ang ilang taon,
Muli kaming nagkita
Mata sa mata, balat sa balat,
Pinay sa pinay…
Ay!nga pala…I forgot! ‘kana nga pala s’ya
Oops! sori! Di ko sinasadya!
Kasi naman tagalog niya saan
Na napunta?
Sa loob ng isang taong liberisasyon
20-taong pagkapilipina ang binura niya
ganon na nga ba ang panahon ngayon?
Sariling wika ay wala nang halaga?
Parang isang langaw na natuntong sa tae,
Tumuntong man sa dyamante,
Amoy tae pa rin.
they keep on telling me
that i am all that i can be
but i still keep on wondering
what is it they see?
what makes me so magnificent?
is it them or is it me?
is it something ominscient
something i choose not to see,
i tell them to look inside them
i tell them but is it for me?
i tell them but so wisely
am i what i appear to be?
i am something not intended
something consumed up by chance
by my soul do i but swear
a poet rarely dance.....
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i turn myself upside down
because from this perspective
the world looks so different
it looks just the way i want it
my feet up high mingling with the
clouds
enveloped by a clear teal sky
with the wind whispering her secrets
it tells me all her tales
that you won't probably listen to
here, tell me
i know you have secrets too
i promise not to tell
if you sould listen
to what the wind has told me
yesternoon,
promise
promise
promise
the sun ain't a bad fella 'ya know
it blinds our eyes to remind us
and teach us respect
to honor it's rays that envelopes
every single thing on the planet
oh c'mon, don't get bored now
i know this is something that
you know too
maybe all too well
but the wind will remind you
everyday
for as long as you live
the wind will teach you
never to forget.
for he that forgets
drowns himself in lethe.
give me your hand and
walk with me
i'll turn you upside down
so you can see
the world i see.
now, ain't it grand?
limang libong taon na ang nakalilipas
nang mabuhay si Pepe.
Doon sa may acacia mahilig s’yang tumambay.
Dala ang isang bayabas, humiga at
Iniunan niya ang isang malaking bato.Matapos ang limang libong taon,
Nabuhay ang makabagong Pepe.
Doon sa madilim na eskinita mahilig s’yang tumambay
Dala ang isang bayabas, humiga at
Iniyosi ang isang malaking bato.the phantomi don't want to fall asleep
for nightmares may lurk there
in such a dream, it always seem
that phantoms never care
seized in fright, bereft of might
i know not to what stir
for my heart is held in sprite
this shadows i see clear
it comes at night, in evil flight
knowing he'll find me there
down below the dark stone walls
this creeping marauder
i know not of to what grave sin
he keeps me prisoner
of such foul sleep, a sin too deep
is what he feeds on there
alas in strife! i strove to find
destined for the phantom's lair
what curse, what pain, what sorrow, what shame,
what secret he lays there.the dark stone walls of dread stood witness
of so much hateful crimes
fate had took from him his life
and gave him the curse of time
behold the phantom's crest of doom
and breathe the stifled air
its walls are strong, enforced upon
a lattice of despair!
he knows not of white cotton clouds
that pass as days go by
he know not of sweet chirping sounds
of birds across the sky
he knows not of to what delight
we men, our treasures nigh
to what pleasure, to what ardor
we fend our appetite.he watches men who sport the day
and drinks such fancy wine
and women - godesses, nymphs in splendor
as bright as the sun ray's shine!
he knows not of to what divine
the flowers show their bloom
for down below the dark stone walls
there's only mist and gloom
he knows not of to what vast ocean
the rivers rush to meet
for down below the dark stone walls
only rats and roaches creep
he knows not of what laughter is
what moves us men to smile
all he knows below these walls
nothing is but vile
he never sleeps, for no sweet sleep
has ever graced upon
for no sweet dreams, nor nimble dreams
bestow this forgotten son
from parted lips the air constricts
these walls of choking crimson
has steadfastly become a home
for the phantom lost in reason.he knows not of what greater hell
he would live with other demons
for he knows that where he dwells
his demons keep him prison
he watches men who kneel to pray
hands folded to some god
and wonders if this god of theirs
would hear their little sobs
he once heard about a man
who died in a lonely cross
to save the tyrants and the knave
and lighten heaven's loss
he wondered if it could be true
this man from Nazareth
by His love for everyman
would gladly embrace death?
he wondered if this Man would risk
to die another death
this time to save a restless phantom
trapped in the snares of Lethe?and so he knelt before that cross
but no prayer seemed to dare
to peek from lips of longing want
to cry from its despair
he wondered if this Man would mark
and render him salvation
for legend has it that this Man
could save us from damnation
alas! a touch of such soft hands
had passed him n surmise
he turned to see, it was the Man
Who for sinners galdly died
He looked the phantom in the eye
though no words did come through
and though both men spoke no word
the phantom he did knew
that this man He had come to him
to offer him redemption
and the phantom he did never cry
but in this sweet reconciliation!
I am, is me
Is me, I am
Am you, is you
You are, do you?
Me, you
I'm you
Who are you?
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Lonely
Advocate
Sour
Happy
I am.Loving
Angel
Simple
Hour
I am.Lastly
Atop
Some
Heart
I am.Lonely
Abeat
She is and
I am.
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the moon has a thousand faces
hurriedly shedding and revealing one after
the other
gyrating like a busy machine
vibrating like the earth’s breath
how many have seen the faces of Mr. Moon?
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saan mo hahanapin ang iyong sarili,
nakapinid sa gitna ng unos at kawalang pag-asa?
Saan mo idadaong ang yumuyukod mong likod,
Na sa gitna ng pagkasawi ay nangangahas pumalaot
Sa mundo ng moralistang pilibustero.
Saan mo ibabaling ang iyong mga mata?
Sa langit pa ba o sa lupa na?
Sa kabila ng kamangmangan, pagkalito, at pagkadapa
Ano na nga ba ang natutunan mo?
Dalang-dala ka na ba o
Di ka pa nagsasawa?
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Heart
So little
A
LonelyImagining
Happily
Sitting
Another so
LuckyIn this case
How
Soothely
An angel
Languidly smiling.
back to topPrince CharmingKung ako ang tatanungin n’yo
Kung anong palagay ko
Ayaw ko nang magsalita
Mahirap na
Baka kasi ako naman ang
Pasahan ng husga
Pero aaminin ko
Nalulungkot din ako
Bakit naman kasi ‘tong
Prince Charming ko
Ang layu-layo pa ng tinatakbo
Ang tagal-tagal n’yang dumating
(kahit na every bday ko s’ya hininiling)
(sila) ‘blow your candle, make a wish!’
(ako) ‘sana Lord, ‘di s’ya mukhang fish!’
hindi naman talaga ako mapili
sana nga lang, di matapat sa bungi
minsan nga feeling ko
papatulan ko na kahit buto
hindi naman sa ako’y desperado
nakakainis lang, isipin ninyo…
‘pag lumalabas kami, lagi kaming tatlo
nakasingit kasi ako sa dalawang ‘mag-syo’
‘pag dumarating ang Dec., active ako sa SMC
-Samahan ng Malalamig ang Xmas, d’yan ako kasapi
‘pag Feb. 14 naman, SMV(V-Valentine’s) die-hard!
Kulang na nga lang eh, loyalty award
Hindi rin naman ako nagmamadali
Kasi minsan kelangan talagang mamili
Tanggal ang barumbado, tanggal ang pangit
Tanggal ang walang modo, pati na ang masungit
Tanggal ang ganito, tanggal ang ganyan
Ay naku mare! Ano ba yan?
Malas talaga, kahit ‘me natira
Gwapo nga…..kaya lang bakla!
back to topI had a vision of you
kissing my lips
eyes fixated on mine of ruby's
and our spirits yearn deep
be you
my dear Krishna
and I would be your Radha!
my eyes painted in kohl
my lips preganant with passion
my body seeking to be held
by those strong arms of manly
fashion
o be you my dear Krishna
and I would be your Radha!
The Essence of Womanhood has come upon Herthe essence of womanhood has come upon her
her womb now carries a soul
how untimely has it become
yet she has to pay the toll
.
scared and shaken she tells the poor little soul,
"I'm afraid I can't take you with me
in this world that's so cold."then the poor little soul hears
as it nestles in the womb
"please don't take my right to live,
I don't want to be born in my tomb"but the woman, she trembles in fear
her will remains so stern
"I'm afraid I have no choice little one,
be it that my soul shall burn!""How surely my family will despise me,
and even I'd be disowned, 'the wayward
daughter, how treacherous! how treacherous!
how could she have done us wrong?""A lot of things still needs to be done and
you'll only get in my way,
and so little one please understand
that you can no longer stay."the essence of womanhood has come upon her
her womb now carries a soul
how untimely has it become
yet she has to pay the toll
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ang boss kong masungit
laging may bitbit
pandesal na inipit
kinagatan pa ng bubwit
sinong mag-aakala
sa boss kong pinagpala
na sya'y makakakuha pa
ng isang poging binata?
sinong mag-aakalang 'me
magkakamali,
boss kong panget
ipinursigi,
isyu sa edad, isinantabi
(binata) "sa ngalan ng pag-ibig ko s'yo, bebi"
minsan nga, pumasok s'ya sa opisina
daladala niya, rosas na mapupula
at buong araw s'yang pakanta-kanta
lahat ng love songs ni Sharon Cuneta
alright! fine! sige na! pagbigyan!
kahit talagang ansamang tignan
kahit hindi talaga namin maintindihan
sige na! ok! para sa kanilang kasiyahan
(hindi naman sa nangdudusta 'ko p're,
hindi ko naman iyon ugale,
kaso talaga 'pag naglalakad sila sa kalye
ay sus! maria! mukha silang mag-ina e!)
ewan ko ba dito sa binatang estudyante
sa lahat ng babae, 'ke Ms. Sungit pa nauwe
'di naman kaya dahilan niya e
pinag-aaral siya ng boss kong suwe?
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