under the deep and clear river
is a coin of gold.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
The choosing
Watch them as they fall
Like raindrops into the ground,
Like falling leaves in the wind;
You kissed the ground
Where they fall on their knees,
Exploding like bombs,
And crashing like planes;
Close your eyes and move from
These ordeals and nightmares,
To open and love yourself,
And embrace your own dream.
Like raindrops into the ground,
Like falling leaves in the wind;
You kissed the ground
Where they fall on their knees,
Exploding like bombs,
And crashing like planes;
Close your eyes and move from
These ordeals and nightmares,
To open and love yourself,
And embrace your own dream.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Torogiak
The sounds of gangsa and solibao
are just one voice aflame
that my kindred spirits kept in me.
It is my culture, I will take from it
the good and leave the bad
to keep the flame burning
on the path to all that is.
This is the voice of my kindred spirits
that I will speak today and tomorrow
for the generations to listen to,
for them to grow like the healthy plants
beside the river that always flow.
Flowing through its own way
‘Til it finally finds the others for its glory.
are just one voice aflame
that my kindred spirits kept in me.
It is my culture, I will take from it
the good and leave the bad
to keep the flame burning
on the path to all that is.
This is the voice of my kindred spirits
that I will speak today and tomorrow
for the generations to listen to,
for them to grow like the healthy plants
beside the river that always flow.
Flowing through its own way
‘Til it finally finds the others for its glory.
fb dose
can't breath if i don't talk,
feel restless if i'm withdrawn,
awkward moments are spent in fb,
so, pardon me if i appear in fb
most of the times each day.
feel restless if i'm withdrawn,
awkward moments are spent in fb,
so, pardon me if i appear in fb
most of the times each day.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Weary Dove On The Roof Of A Church
There are crimson patches in the sky where poets used to fly.
In the middle of nowhere one has touched down,
Agonizing in pain, and striving to see again the horizon.
Dear, you have chosen your path and ignored him so hard.
Him who whispered your name you really sent to the wretched fields of pain.
Life is not yet, but to close his eyes is a sweet oblivion of his reality.
Drifting through freely with the strange sounds and rustles of the stray wind,
Wouldn’t he know you and you either couldn’t remember him.
Life is too bold and cold and fearsome for the defeated warrior.
The little thing you thrusted into his heart has burned alone unto his soul.
It is the great burden he will carry all through his devastated life.
You really are the fair maiden of the mountains and valleys,
The lady mirage in the desert and the colorful bird high up in the sky.
Ever not deserving the tone of a dead song
For you only belong in the heavens,
And all the best things should you only discern.
To be dead and keep dying is not painful until the heart
So told of its misfortune.Yes, every moment is good and fine
Until the whole place turn into a pit of nettles and thorns.
What more in that man to wash him with your rain
If the cold flame is made unconquerable like the cold fate?
Fate is fate, if it is conquered, then it is fate.
Lucky is he who is the master of fate, he can have it good.
The blessed one is lucky as he can partake on heaven and earth's grace.
Lucky is he who is being lucky for fate is either bad or good.
So, lucky is he whom you will give them all
Because you are all the precious and the end of quest.
The casualty remains..and in his mind your song vibrates
Like the itch under his scabbed wing.
Trembling to shove your poison, all is getting worse.
If you remember him, you may take his hand now
Or you may let the rain wash away his ashes into the ocean floor.
And when the time comes the silver string snaps and burns,
The light will engulf your everything, all is good and beautiful.
Over there is the path of your eternal travel..
Surely he is also beautiful and compelling, and maybe..
He still haven’t changed his good and gentle heart..
In the middle of nowhere one has touched down,
Agonizing in pain, and striving to see again the horizon.
Dear, you have chosen your path and ignored him so hard.
Him who whispered your name you really sent to the wretched fields of pain.
Life is not yet, but to close his eyes is a sweet oblivion of his reality.
Drifting through freely with the strange sounds and rustles of the stray wind,
Wouldn’t he know you and you either couldn’t remember him.
Life is too bold and cold and fearsome for the defeated warrior.
The little thing you thrusted into his heart has burned alone unto his soul.
It is the great burden he will carry all through his devastated life.
You really are the fair maiden of the mountains and valleys,
The lady mirage in the desert and the colorful bird high up in the sky.
Ever not deserving the tone of a dead song
For you only belong in the heavens,
And all the best things should you only discern.
To be dead and keep dying is not painful until the heart
So told of its misfortune.Yes, every moment is good and fine
Until the whole place turn into a pit of nettles and thorns.
What more in that man to wash him with your rain
If the cold flame is made unconquerable like the cold fate?
Fate is fate, if it is conquered, then it is fate.
Lucky is he who is the master of fate, he can have it good.
The blessed one is lucky as he can partake on heaven and earth's grace.
Lucky is he who is being lucky for fate is either bad or good.
So, lucky is he whom you will give them all
Because you are all the precious and the end of quest.
The casualty remains..and in his mind your song vibrates
Like the itch under his scabbed wing.
Trembling to shove your poison, all is getting worse.
If you remember him, you may take his hand now
Or you may let the rain wash away his ashes into the ocean floor.
And when the time comes the silver string snaps and burns,
The light will engulf your everything, all is good and beautiful.
Over there is the path of your eternal travel..
Surely he is also beautiful and compelling, and maybe..
He still haven’t changed his good and gentle heart..
Monday, October 7, 2013
Ode to a merman knight
Deep in the ocean
of the drowning thawed emotions
rest a painless agony
of the merman that cursed his own fate.
Deeper yet his love
that held the rocks above the waters
but yet never pressed
the sweet soft piano of his song delight.
Desire is a quest forever
for the hardened scales and frozen heart,
but deep is not always
for earth could fall to rest from above.
Never yet the melody
sweet in the darkened completeness of sleep.
but here, one innocent soul
though broken crystal, waiting to rise in one.
Turning every stone
to find the lost cup of hope
until the quest is over and bow down
to her feet his knighthood to manhood.
of the drowning thawed emotions
rest a painless agony
of the merman that cursed his own fate.
Deeper yet his love
that held the rocks above the waters
but yet never pressed
the sweet soft piano of his song delight.
Desire is a quest forever
for the hardened scales and frozen heart,
but deep is not always
for earth could fall to rest from above.
Never yet the melody
sweet in the darkened completeness of sleep.
but here, one innocent soul
though broken crystal, waiting to rise in one.
Turning every stone
to find the lost cup of hope
until the quest is over and bow down
to her feet his knighthood to manhood.
Esoteric Message (?)
Beware the bearers of false gifts and broken promises;
Much pain, but still time;
Believe there is still good out there;
We oppose the deceivers;
The conduit is closing.
Much pain, but still time;
Believe there is still good out there;
We oppose the deceivers;
The conduit is closing.
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