My Sun never shone.
Where was the night when I want it to be day.
Then it is to be than
of all these in front of me.
Were I to be me or of them.
Whom am I to be,
therefore I want none of theirs;
Only Myself never.
I want none but to run.
This mind won’t give me of all of that.
Do the hand of my eye loves a sense of belonging?
Did my eye see the touch of the ears can not follow what is?
Then only in my mind my heart swallows its pride,
than to have a proud life not in shame nor care to blame,
the people left behind who never can follow what happened now
and be kind enough to see how much,
the suffering one can take.
What did my hands hear where the eyes did handle all of these?
When does my ear shut and why must my feet love this hobbit hole in which I am in?
How am I going to handle all of the answers even my heart does mind all of the motions,
and the feelings of all moments passes,
Only the love of a stranger ever grace,
all of this shit,
that I muster.
For the heart and of the mind,
Nor a love of a hand.
But a smile upon your eye or the wink that your ears follow.
Yet only by the love of a voice;
So please carry me into your life,
someone to be in your life, lasting and not lusting for everything.
. . .
The age of my grey hair
may be a mystery to you.
Its a statement that I have been a thinker
throughout which a life of a sinner,
one day I know I am to be respected in that
court of justice.
Facing a crime of my own intelligence.
® Artsydhude 97-19
. . Oo,
alam ko naging brutal at grabe ang aking mata.
.. alam ko.
kaso pa ulit ulit na lan at di mawala araw araw.
How am I to be. .
a good person,
a loving parent,
When a mountain of comparison
never stops only to flow
from your waterfall.
yes it does overflow when I hit
those bricks of assumption not of you,
only the history I partake and eat all of my shit.
The one who left
My irish lass,
Loved me the same.
As the years of our sleep
remains upon not of my name.
Crept and slept of the memory
of enamored moments of
Companionship loves us,
With his grace in my life.
. . . sana maulit muli”
Sa iyo sana I alay ko ito.
At sana ikay nandito pa,
para lan masabi ko,
mahal kita una as my only closest friend.
mahal kita 2nd as would have been your confidant.
and so much I want to hold you for the last time,
and really do tell you.
You loved me where no one even dared love me.
You knew it.
I knew it.
Thing is, with him you had no escape.
Thing is, with him you saw me and I knew how much,
you wanted me to know,
you really cant.
I can only be there,
How much I want,
to go back one last time.
At least just for us two.
Knowing what is your hand offered for my
. . . noon, ngayon at kelanman.
Ang aking diwa nawawala.
Halos wala akong mahita sa mga tamang tao.
Kundi ang maling akala na pinamana sa akin.
For the absolute good intentions,
in their purpose to make valid of sacrifices they have made.
of their knowledge that my life can be,
yet now I am so baffled,
on what I need to be.
Tomorrow is not set or written,
it will be when every microsecond has passed and see its lesson as is.