Wednesday, November 4, 2015

It happened to me

Being left behind appeared
to be a dark alley -- a place of fear,
uncertainty.
My face completely eroded from my skull.
I couldn't show up.

Memories of you and I together
in floods of dreams and love
started to hold me back.
I couldn't resist them.
I never knew you were that strong.

But I knew I was stronger than them.
All you left was mere strands of fantasy and delusion.
I could burn them all.

Learning to forget you is like putting ants,
one by one,
to a box full of holes.

Loving you is real.
It grew inside me.
It just happened.

Friday, December 5, 2014

My First Poetry Reading

(1) The Re-birth of the Forbidden Word

There is no logical explanation
why I'm still here for you.
I still feel the same way,
and my heart cries for pain
every time my brain stops it
from pouring emotions.

There is no single day
that I forget to remember you.
You are very much alive;
the inspiration, the dedication,
and the loyalty flow out like
gush of blood and stream of sweat.

There is no doubting
reality; truth liberates;
waiting is forever;
but what can I do?
I have loved you,
without counting how many times.

(2) A Sky Poem

You are a culmination of my wholeness.

You are the key to the door to sanctifying happiness—
to an untouched world, where I can fly along
with you freely,
sing with you,
move according to the music of the voices
that create colorful lines of light in the midnight sky,
making real love.

You are what I have been waiting for,
dreaming of,
praying for.

You are a dream in reality,
for I can see you clearly,
but I cannot touch you—
to let you sense how my soul
transforms in trance by seeing
your wholeness.

And of all existences, passions, humans, dreams,
there are no such other things like you.
What appears is
you.

(3) Holey

I failed to make you see the things that
I thought would make you see.

I failed to get my message across—
that you are the best thinker I have ever met,
for you can think of me and the rest of your galaxies all at the same time.

I failed to speak with you, because every time there was a chance,
that small, elusive chance was like a tadpole that keeps on
slipping my fingers infinitely and getting lost in the dust.
It jumps back to my fingers and slips again to swim in the dust.

You are changing, morphing, turning into something existential—
something between the positive and negative poles,
for you are nowhere to be found.

I could not find that potion that regenerates a heart,
now holey, unnoticeably pierced by your furtive sword.
The heart you can easily slip from, like a tadpole
jumping through a flying circus ring.

The heart you can go back into, and add more holes.

It shall heal, the tadpole will become a frog
and forget that holey heart.
You are just in my holey heart.

I failed to tell you there are no holes.
There is only you.

(4) Phone Poem*

As much as I want to keep all I feel for you inside my tiny heart, it all the more tries to escape;
there is war.

Perhaps you and I will never understand, how we could have ever met in this universe, in this queer time.

As much as I want to forget the first time I saw you, your existence haunts me;
it peeps through my dream.

Those eyes, brows, and your bare head--are what I see, even when I close my eyes for a moment.

As much as I want to stay away from you, my feet are resisting.

The rest of my body are agreeing.

My hands can't stop writing these fatuous words.

I don't know you; you don't know me.
I am happy knowing the uncertainty.

But when I'm with you, I am just awkward.
My feet want to sprint out of your door.

*GN

(5) Above all things I have

If it were not for you,
all that clogs my system would have been immovable.

Now,
I can see the peeping edges of everything that I have taken inside me.

Those strands and mushes overpower the acid of my existence.

But your existence overpowers this mixture of things that turns into every meaningful, divine step—
to reach you,
and to be with you.

These things mean less than what you are to me.

(6) Your eyes

say it all.
You may not notice,
but they speak more than
what your lips tell me.
They launch unspoken
words that only my heart understands.

If only I could take those eyes home.
If only I could stand by you.
If only.

If only things were different.

I'm going home without those eyes,
but I know they are watching me over,
until I see those eyes again,
even my heart shall remain unrequited.

Until your eyes and my heart meet
at the end of our roads.

There is no turning back now; I will see your eyes there.

And the smile that I long for the most.

(7) New Message

Love knows no time;
it knows no boundaries.

It only knows you,
for without you,
there is no love.

Love is a word;
and you speak it.

(8) I long to see

those serene eyes that put me in a trance;
like a berserk sorcerer.

those serene eyes that put me at a halt;
with the time frozen
and the world at a momentary pause.

(9) Renaissance

I am not who I am today,
if it were not because of you.
I almost have lost interest in you--
but your existence watches me.

I transformed to a man, full of ambivalence:
I except to your whims, your world.
I glide on the clouds of doubt,
but you are my sky of truth.

All I have to do now is understand
how I ever have met you, and how
I ever want to stay away from you.

But we are opposite poles of the magnet.

I am in vogue, for you.

(10) Sunday

I felt your wrath--in those serene eyes.
I felt the hail storm come down my heart.
I felt the handcuffs clutch
from your hand to mine;
they could not be broken,
when we separated ways.

(11) After it all

There was a little time for myself.
There was a space between my mind and heart.
There was you.

I listened to the music
my ears longed to hear—
the notes that were unheard of,
the rhythm that could not be expressed
by mortals, like me.

And so I was a human;
a creature, who fought,
who lost, who dag his own misery.
And so I was a human;
whose heart beat faster and faster
when opportunity
knocked at the door of a mansion
with a maze to get to the archer
that aimed and hit this heart,

with blood gushing and words unrecited.

(12) I wish that I wish

I was dreaming that I was dreaming about you.
with you beside me­­—
giving me the best ice cream in the world.

I was dreaming that I was chasing after a child—
and when I had finally gotten to this child, the child grew up
so fast, turning to someone
who was you.
I shared with the child the creamy cone you had given me.

I was wishing that I could wish to be
with the person
who had me with one tap at the back
a smile
and those beautiful eyes and
calming voice—
nothing else but beauty.
and golden heart.

I wish that I wish I see you from above,
from an eagle's view;
and I attack with my claws
those that hurt you.
Your worries.
Your taxing hours.
Your headaches and pains and flus.

But I am just a dust in the universe.

(13) Derailed

I shiver.
Your words flashed
memories of you and I
emblazoned on the
train station—
feet scurrying to the exit
that I hope
I can find
now.

(14) I guess

we are not destined to be together
in a well-lit room, full of ashes
and drowned by alcohol.

I guess we are not destined to be together
in the midnight sky
our stars belong to irreconcilable
constellations.

I guess we are better off
as dried leaves
drawn away by the twin falls.
But who knows, perhaps
those leaves will meet again
in the sewage of elusive
coincidence.

(15) I wrote this for you

What was important for me was to see you.
And see you happy.
What was essential for me was to be with you.
And smell your existence.
What was ecstatic for me was to see you.
And hear your voice.

Your eyes magnetized my eyes.
Three seconds was like eternity.
I don't know what was on your mind.
You don't know how you invaded my mind.
I get so weak hearing you say my name.
And talking to me.

But that day was special for me.
It was my present to myself:
To see your masterpiece
and to replenish this empty heart
with your breathing, your voice.

It's when you're near I don't feel
a stranger in the night.

(16) Our Hollows

I was in deep slumber when you were not around.
I was dreaming of your arrival at my drunken place.
I had a cone of ice cream that did not melt.

You had me at one tap at the back.
You had me believed that you were my savior.
You were a seed growing inside my body.

We have never really met at all.
We are worlds apart.
We have been looking at each other:
with the universe between us.

(17) Re-Visit to the Ivory Shanty

Along the wayward, unsung heroes
We, again, crash on crystal life
full of gray sand
gray sand
tool.

From where we started
we come back
to the everlasting
pun and twists of
living the ironies of
death and resurrection.

Where the gray sand
is the priest, and black and white
do not meet or
nothing at all.

Go under your bed
and under your bed
is an invisible truth

That is--you.

(18) Post-College Syndrome

I have been writing and appreciating poetry since my primary school days. I wrote almost anytime, anywhere. Some of it I have lost; some still with me. Now the following "disturbed" poem was the product of a post-college syndrome, which lingers up to today. This is "intertextual," so language majors say, and I can say, perhaps, very complex and raw:

I Have Sinned

A
mongrel
in the night
whoo-whooing–
man of culture, su-
percalifragilisticexpiali-
docious. He triggers the gun-
blade among the children of desti-
ny/advent children. Akin to faith he asks
the saint of labor why he is nowhere. Tonight,
the mongrel grasps the Beatles. Twelve Midnight.
He holds tight. Upright. Diamond tears in the chamber
react to ammos. World War. The Holy Mongrels:
the hollow men are his comrades. Legalese &
hotel. Partner. And, eureka. He meets The
One. Salvaged from Evanescence. Al-
low me to zell smile. His Guardian
Forces rejoice. The English Ma-
jor is The Lionheart--needs
sharpening. No more Dark
Matter & Black Materia.
Devour Ultimecia
For me. Miss
X

Mea Culpa


(19) It was not so long ago

Come to the places where we rode your bicycle

And we both fell to a puddle of mud splashing earth in your face

It was not so long ago.

Come to the bridge where we started to think about your beautiful day

when your teacher said you have got the world in your hands

It was not so long ago.

Come to the train station where we were talking about breaking someone’s skull

and wondering what was inside it

It was not so long ago.

Come to the top of the hill where we flew our kites

that were entangled when the wind blew so hard

It was not so long ago.

Come back to the earth where our feet were coated with dung and mud —

When we did not care how we stank and stepping on the floors our mothers industriously swabbed.

But I cannot come to the time when we said goodbye on one violet afternoon, you flew away like our kites.

I am afraid the wind cut your string I was holding.

Then someone called me to do the dishes.

(20) Disclosure

Little by little
Each second collapses
Like trappings removed
One by one
From the present.

Thinking, judging each
Possible outcome
Assuming, expecting failure
Thinking devours feeling

My face looks for cover
And my body locks
itself in an unknown universe.

And the gift remains in the now,
Waiting to be opened.

(21) I am

Filipino.
And I don’t know why.
Well, I was born
in a country where
citizens are foreigners,
who claim they are F’lips.

Where many a people
are struggling, hoping,
wishing, imagining,
fantasizing to be like
a foreign land.

Where families are so tight
that their relatives are their
ultimate rivals.

Where people make rules
and become rulers.

Where the poor cry for
justice and the rich
cry for tax exemption.

Where I see that
its future is great
because its people
are great. We
are great,

I am.


(22) Tell me

I don’t know,
I have no idea,
I am clueless.

I have no control,
But there is an invisible
force that controls me.

You don’t have to tell me.
I know me.

(23) Pov-Urbani-ty

It is a world between
Smoke belchers and
Body odors.

In between shoulders
There is massive strength
Interlocking, avoiding space ––
Inhaling each other’s air.
Massive sharing of colorful smells.

Each one pops like corn
In massive heat, when
the pot cover is lifted.

Another wave of sardines is coming.

(24) Cheese

What else?
Cheers.
Sex.
Chicken.

Eh.
Or nothing at all.

Swarm of bee whores
Approach it
Hover it
But never touching it

The lenses are indeed celebrity.

(25) Where is it coming from?

Power and spirit mark the greatness within.
They rise in the ranks of a muddy crowd,
stinky rubbish, cracks and debris.

They forever bleed, for in their blood
courage and truth thrive, giving them
endless hope and endless sky.

Pride and honor are what they breathe
Deep into their souls, they roam,
amplified by enormous strength of faith.

They eat evenings, soaked in death
They die every hour, they moan and cry
They die for one, for all, for himself.

In order that others may live,
Because they are one––Ubuntu.
They are worthy, they are love.

(26) Block

the writer, is trapped
in the mental process,
in the walls of uncertainty.

Nothing follows.

(27) Squirt

My fingers are transforming
To uncontrollable muscles.
Their excitement surmounts
That of a husband waiting for
His first born.

It is protruding from its thin skirt
And one touch it can go
Far away as a baseball home run.
Or it can never be found.

One look at it makes the owner
Stride back and forth the powder room,
the rest room, his own room, her mirror.
Their fingers don’t worry cleanliness.

Like a hungry cat, he will jab at it,
And feel it, and pops it like a balloon.
Its offspring flows, flies,
the owner wants to catch it.

Ahhh emptiness feels good.

(28) Spotlight

I feel you, then my eyes follow
a beautiful creature, like a fallen angel.

I smell you, my energy seems like
consuming me, and becomes higher

And higher until it reaches another
plane of energy, so focused.

My eyes see only you.
Your every move feels like magic.

I surrender to your existence.
It’s like an ice pop.

When you go away,
There’s another day.

(29) Kites, Keys, Krinkles*

One, school. In a jar. The only cookie, looks like one.
But it was tender, so tender. It melted down my throat.

Two, lunch. At an eatery. Generosity. My pseudo-aunt
placed on my palm that cookie look-alike. Still tender, so tender.

Three, internet. On the book of faces. I ate your timeline.
Thunders went down my spine. That cookie is a mystery.

You are the solution.

By chance.

*Krinkles intended

(30) Fill my cup

I am inside you.

I have never written anything for months;
my fingers are frozen.

My hands were soaked in the fondue of overflowing sand.
My mind was in your impenetrable cocoon.
My heart was trapped somewhere between your lungs.

You know I always come back.
You know I want to change nothing.

There is nothing better than feeling freedom with you.
No forevers can change it.

(31) Getting there

is not easy.

I have to wear all these
realities, and disrobe them
while traversing
the road of inconsistency,
uncertainty.

But one thing is certain—
I'm getting near
you.

(32) Heart of Coal

This heart knows no pain—it knows no sorrow.

For there is a blade pierced through this heart
that only you can withdraw.

We are swallowing epiphany.

(33) I Breathe You*

You are the only other half that makes me whole.

.....

It is true, it is what my heart is saying.

You are my air.
The love I have found in you is a life
that throbs all through my veins and skin.

.....

.....

I breathe you, like water for trees,
music for the soul, honey for bees.

Nothing could compare how
your love has transformed me.
I was crippled and now I can walk.
I was blind and you made me see.
I was dumb and now I am bright.
It was you who made me well.
You taught me how to love.
And now I know how to love,
this love should only be with
one human being.
It was you,
and is you,
until He takes this life away.

*RE

(34) Illuminate

the heart that is wrapped by
dark clouds and locked by
your blinding lightning.

Illuminate
the heart that is clutched to
your gloomy heart ensconced
in the seat of your happiness.

Illuminate
this heart—
fierce but full of fear—
that your heart owns.

(35) You are my sky

for I always look up to you,
and you look after me.

You have never changed a thing.
You have given me more reason
to feel the warmth of your endearment.

You have crushed all my worries;
you have never thought ill of me.
You are killing me—
with those ceaseless cares and wits.

I have never thought you could be like this,
hanging on the cliff of my whims.
I have never foreseen how special I could be—
I was blinded and my judgment was clouded,
with all of you.

What could I ask for, when all I have is you.

(36) New Message

Love knows no time;
it knows no boundaries.

It only knows you,
for without you,
there is no love.

Love is a word;
and you speak it.

HAIKUS (sinulat sa taxi)

(37) Maneho, pula
Dilaw, luntian mula
sa Kapasigan.

(38) Edsa shaw, trapik
Puwit sa puwit, saltik
Wag kang pipitik.

(39) Sabi ng puso
Umuwi ka na baby
Lipad na taxi

(40) Bakit ang ilaw
maliwanag kung gabi
Laki ng kita.