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Second Thought

Posted in Literature on Oct 31st, 2009 2 Comments »

Either way, we will neglect
this guesswork.
Swimming in the stream
of people encapsulated
in their self-made walls.
Jammed in traffic
of clues and hints,
lip synching the same
old line of self-defense.
A justification
followed by explanations.
Why do we choose to stay
the same?
 
For you, love is
a crossword puzzle
deciphering codes
stitching words.
If words would say rightly
the true meaning from the heart.
Then, we don’t need
a second chance
to [...]

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Ryan

Posted in Literature on Aug 29th, 2009 2 Comments »

I have forgotten
from long ago
on how I scribbled on my pad paper,
with my fat pencil. A namesake
I inherit
 
a birth right I shared
 
with Ryan,
a brother, no one has seen.
My twin.
 
Like Cain and Abel, we are
tender sprouted beings
casted like seeds in the field.
 
Which ones will survive?
Which ones will die?
Which ones will accept the fate?
 
And rooted, struggling,
ambling each [...]

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Captive In Babylon

Posted in Current Affairs, Literature on Jul 25th, 2009 4 Comments »

On the passages, it says
of a prison, an exile. In Babylon
where walls and ceilings are gone.
Watching the blue sky
turn into darkness, blotted out
by billows of smoke and fire
over ruins of crushed bricks
and pulverized sandstones.
 
Three hundred and sixty five days.
And life now are moving images
of evacuees and troops,
of tanks and warplanes
from a distance. Boundaries
of earth mounds [...]

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A Moth In The Flame

Posted in Literature, Politics on Jun 26th, 2009 4 Comments »

Idealism is one glorious
iridescent flame-
a magnet to young blood
swathe in innocence. How
with our simplicity,
our winged resistance-
singed and burned. Died
 
until our ashes will mix
in the wick, obliterated
by mediocrity and irrelevance.
Our lives wasted and fading
to wisps of smoke-
in a country where poverty is
a usual sight. Everyday
 
like cockroaches,
we swarmed the sewers of society
and its livid pavement. Of placards-
waving [...]

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Pasig River And The Warrior Child

Posted in Memoirs on May 24th, 2009 No Comments »

I once had the chance to swim the Pasig River when I was just about five or six, I guess.  An uncle, who was a robust teenager that time, invited by his friends, tagged me along with him one afternoon.  We walked across J.P Rizal street and descended some flight of steps going to the [...]

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