they say that fireworks scare away evil spirits
"polka supernova"
by paolo macariola
rainbow novas pop
sending slides of sparks
down the horizon
and i imagine you...
wearing a polka dot shirt
that your mom would give you
for more financial luck
this coming year
such superstitious imagination
is followed by polka shaped coins
falling on white marble
where you will be wearing
a gown of novas
sending me sparks
and us walking down the horizon of an aisle
greeted by vows of imagination
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Random thoughts
"Random thoughts 000"
by paolo macariola
running away
from
the sidewalk
we
found
ourselves
in the
middle
of the road
full
of fast cars
that
will
later run
over us
and crush our bodies into one
by paolo macariola
running away
from
the sidewalk
we
found
ourselves
in the
middle
of the road
full
of fast cars
that
will
later run
over us
and crush our bodies into one
Painting sepulchers and fairies
i miss my girlfriend...
"painting sepulchers and fairies"
by paolo macariola
deep in the sepulcher of fantasies
are enchanted jungles
of radiances only equaled
by the mosaic of memory
this memory, yours
feeds thirst to my emptiness of being
unrecognizable as soul space
unchangeably still
like a portrait
that paints itself with colors
of the end
buried deep in the sepulcher of my fantasy
my fantasy, you
feeds upon your memory
this i recognize as soul space
unchangeably still
"painting sepulchers and fairies"
by paolo macariola
deep in the sepulcher of fantasies
are enchanted jungles
of radiances only equaled
by the mosaic of memory
this memory, yours
feeds thirst to my emptiness of being
unrecognizable as soul space
unchangeably still
like a portrait
that paints itself with colors
of the end
buried deep in the sepulcher of my fantasy
my fantasy, you
feeds upon your memory
this i recognize as soul space
unchangeably still
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sodium nostalgia
its about breaking up and remembering, crying
"sodium nostalgia"
we dream of fogged up mirrors
where our footsteps leave no trace
where our hearts hover the sky
like clouds heavy with seawater
the sun burns a foot or so away
we are mud baked brittle in an oven of dreams
owned by seashores
drowned in muck
i wanted to tell you
how we are a beautiful tragedy
but butterflies escape my words
before we can even taste the remnants
of salt between our palms
"sodium nostalgia"
we dream of fogged up mirrors
where our footsteps leave no trace
where our hearts hover the sky
like clouds heavy with seawater
the sun burns a foot or so away
we are mud baked brittle in an oven of dreams
owned by seashores
drowned in muck
i wanted to tell you
how we are a beautiful tragedy
but butterflies escape my words
before we can even taste the remnants
of salt between our palms
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Birds of prey
i wrote this for sum1 i hate so much.. she's a girl so i guess i cant kick her ass thats why i just wrote it down
"Birds of prey"
No one knows what is hidden behind those glances
Like the blades of your marble stare drenched in the ruin
Of empathy. Your demise crawls around the skin on my neck
In resemblance of a grand ploy from some primordial void
A flower from a nameless realm wanders into the existence of artifice
Exuding beauty and grandeur in its flamboyant display of glass feathers
How the sky is a mirror inverting reflection of petals
Into a barren fruit wilted to the core
No one knows how pillars of marble came
Turning stares into blades stained by a yearning for ruin
Ploys emanate voids that crawl around
The skin on my neck
Peacocks once were nameless flowers existing for artifice
Blossoming by the cracks of drought
The sky is a ripe domain for the seasoning of flowers
Into barren fruits wilted to the core
No one knows when the blades start
Their yearning for ruin
Apathetic ploys crawl around
The void of your existence
How the sky is full of the carcasses of dead peacocks
That nurtures rotten beauty
I am a bird of prey
Waiting for flowers to ripen into Fruits — wilted to its core
"Birds of prey"
No one knows what is hidden behind those glances
Like the blades of your marble stare drenched in the ruin
Of empathy. Your demise crawls around the skin on my neck
In resemblance of a grand ploy from some primordial void
A flower from a nameless realm wanders into the existence of artifice
Exuding beauty and grandeur in its flamboyant display of glass feathers
How the sky is a mirror inverting reflection of petals
Into a barren fruit wilted to the core
No one knows how pillars of marble came
Turning stares into blades stained by a yearning for ruin
Ploys emanate voids that crawl around
The skin on my neck
Peacocks once were nameless flowers existing for artifice
Blossoming by the cracks of drought
The sky is a ripe domain for the seasoning of flowers
Into barren fruits wilted to the core
No one knows when the blades start
Their yearning for ruin
Apathetic ploys crawl around
The void of your existence
How the sky is full of the carcasses of dead peacocks
That nurtures rotten beauty
I am a bird of prey
Waiting for flowers to ripen into Fruits — wilted to its core
Pagtatagpo
I.
Matalinghaga ang mga matang kinuyom sa isang ipu-ipo
Na binuhusan ng lusak na nagmula sa naglahong buwan
Ako’y isdang nilambat na nagnais na umahon sa dagat
Ng ako’y ikulong mo sa pampang ng iyong mga braso
II.
Tila salaming nalunod sa hamog ang mga matang
Dinaanan ng iyong hiningang korales
Nagkikiskisang bato ang ating mga labi
Na nagiintay sumilab
III.
Mabalasik ang pagbabangaan ng mga planeta ng ating katawan
At mabilis na nabasag ang mga nagpipigil na korales
Matalinghaga ang mga matang kinuyom sa ipu-ipo
Na bumabalot sa paghingal ng katahimikan
Matalinghaga ang mga matang kinuyom sa isang ipu-ipo
Na binuhusan ng lusak na nagmula sa naglahong buwan
Ako’y isdang nilambat na nagnais na umahon sa dagat
Ng ako’y ikulong mo sa pampang ng iyong mga braso
II.
Tila salaming nalunod sa hamog ang mga matang
Dinaanan ng iyong hiningang korales
Nagkikiskisang bato ang ating mga labi
Na nagiintay sumilab
III.
Mabalasik ang pagbabangaan ng mga planeta ng ating katawan
At mabilis na nabasag ang mga nagpipigil na korales
Matalinghaga ang mga matang kinuyom sa ipu-ipo
Na bumabalot sa paghingal ng katahimikan
Lulling the end of summer
for my girlfriend i love her but it still pains me to be with her... this must be what they call to love till it hurts
"Lulling the end of summer"
Lull me with your kiss
On a sleepless October night
Between summer’s end and winter eve
Let your orchards blossom in slumber
Deeper than the morning rush
And leave me to bathe in the stardust
From the dead sky in the horizon of your eyes
Lull me unto demise
On a sleepless October night
The moon’s decay buries dead stars
From the ensemble of words shaped by our breath
That has fragmented silence
To this ethereal space between us
I’ve dreamt of immortality
Longer than the grandeur of your neck
Wallowing in the planes formed by storming lashes
Severing the light away from darkness
Isolating my continuity lest it falls into void
And spiral into oblivion
Defeat me with the lies of stillness
Incomprehensible like a sleepless October night
In rupture of the once eternal sky
Lulling me to dream of immortality
Beyond my conviction
Farther than the grey clouds now drowned
In the weeping of the night
I dream of immortality
Beyond my conviction
In death
"Lulling the end of summer"
Lull me with your kiss
On a sleepless October night
Between summer’s end and winter eve
Let your orchards blossom in slumber
Deeper than the morning rush
And leave me to bathe in the stardust
From the dead sky in the horizon of your eyes
Lull me unto demise
On a sleepless October night
The moon’s decay buries dead stars
From the ensemble of words shaped by our breath
That has fragmented silence
To this ethereal space between us
I’ve dreamt of immortality
Longer than the grandeur of your neck
Wallowing in the planes formed by storming lashes
Severing the light away from darkness
Isolating my continuity lest it falls into void
And spiral into oblivion
Defeat me with the lies of stillness
Incomprehensible like a sleepless October night
In rupture of the once eternal sky
Lulling me to dream of immortality
Beyond my conviction
Farther than the grey clouds now drowned
In the weeping of the night
I dream of immortality
Beyond my conviction
In death
Sunday, December 7, 2008
"Neon Lights"
this is about a very sweet bus ride at midnight
"neon lights"
past those streetlights
neon shapes you into auroras hovering a sky of gray
that display numerous celestial phenomena
like planets born from big bangs
during the heavy collisions of our lips
thus sucking us into a blackhole of existence
where inert gases and spacedust spiral formations of milkyways
with the first stars neon
your eyes are galaxies of mirrors
conjuring new myths about vaccums, gravity and odd dimensions
that implodes into the neon cores of streetlights
deep within our bodies
"neon lights"
past those streetlights
neon shapes you into auroras hovering a sky of gray
that display numerous celestial phenomena
like planets born from big bangs
during the heavy collisions of our lips
thus sucking us into a blackhole of existence
where inert gases and spacedust spiral formations of milkyways
with the first stars neon
your eyes are galaxies of mirrors
conjuring new myths about vaccums, gravity and odd dimensions
that implodes into the neon cores of streetlights
deep within our bodies
An ocean of stars
this is for my ex
"an ocean of stars"
we
are like
stars
that
fell
from
constellations
and drowned
at the
bottom of the sea
where
we shall form
new constellations
continents apart
"an ocean of stars"
we
are like
stars
that
fell
from
constellations
and drowned
at the
bottom of the sea
where
we shall form
new constellations
continents apart
Monday, November 10, 2008
Kissing shadows
"kissing shadows"
the doorway bleed silhouetes
that take the form of your face
i kiss the floor and all its shadows
smothered in dust
-- the tang of red wax grips my lip
the doorway bleed silhouetes
that take the form of your face
i kiss the floor and all its shadows
smothered in dust
-- the tang of red wax grips my lip
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Sweaty beer bottles
this is for my friend arnold galicia
Sweaty beer bottles
by paolo macariola
it was a damp night
colder than the tears that refuse to fall
from the moonscape of clockwork
that color the moon
with patterns of solitude
your face takes up all the shadows
of a fragmented past,
of an untimely death
that emmits lines of pain
dripping from sweaty beer bottles
empty silhouetes embrace the night
covered with haze
it was a damp night that same night
you left for the streets
carrying along your old toothbrush,
clothing articles, some money and maybe
pieces of memory
your face bows down from the moonlights weight
that further dampens the mirror in your eyes
surrounded by lines of solace
and patterns of depair
that drips from sweaty beer bottles
empty silhouetes embrace the night
covered with haze
it was a damp night
but no mortal tear would roll on your cheek
that would further dampen your footsteps
you slowly walk away
trailing wet cigarette butts
your mother's hands
pulsate through sweaty beer bottles
as you celebrate fiesta with us
at least you'd be numb and blind
from the chilling darkness
of your defeat,
of your solitude
empty silhouetes embrace the night
covered with haze
dripping from sweaty beer bottles
Sweaty beer bottles
by paolo macariola
it was a damp night
colder than the tears that refuse to fall
from the moonscape of clockwork
that color the moon
with patterns of solitude
your face takes up all the shadows
of a fragmented past,
of an untimely death
that emmits lines of pain
dripping from sweaty beer bottles
empty silhouetes embrace the night
covered with haze
it was a damp night that same night
you left for the streets
carrying along your old toothbrush,
clothing articles, some money and maybe
pieces of memory
your face bows down from the moonlights weight
that further dampens the mirror in your eyes
surrounded by lines of solace
and patterns of depair
that drips from sweaty beer bottles
empty silhouetes embrace the night
covered with haze
it was a damp night
but no mortal tear would roll on your cheek
that would further dampen your footsteps
you slowly walk away
trailing wet cigarette butts
your mother's hands
pulsate through sweaty beer bottles
as you celebrate fiesta with us
at least you'd be numb and blind
from the chilling darkness
of your defeat,
of your solitude
empty silhouetes embrace the night
covered with haze
dripping from sweaty beer bottles
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
"mapait ang ulan"
"mapait ang ulan"
naliligo ako sa ulan
upang mapuno ng tubig ang aking damit
at lalo pa itong yumapos sa aking katawan
dito ay mababasa ang aking buhok
at dahan dahang gagapang ang tubig sa aking mukha
tatahakin nito ang aking pilikmata, babagtasin ang pisngi
sabay magbababad sa aking labi -- mapait pala ang ulan
tumitingala ako
para mamasdan ang maiitim na ulap
hitik na pala sa anino at ingay ang paligid
kaya ipinipikit ko ang aking mga mata
upang mas namnamin ang pait
na humihilamos sa aking mukha
ako'y naligo sa ulan
maya maya'y pipigain ko na ang hinagpis na kumapit sa aking damit
huhugasan ang aking buhok ng nakakasunog na kemikal
at kikiskisin ng mabahong sabon ang aking katawan
pupunasan ko na rin ang aking balat at magpapalit ng damit
ramdam ko pa rin ang nanyaring paggapang sa aking mukha,
pagbagtas sa pisngi, pagbababad sa labi
muli akong maliligo sa ulan
pikit ang mata
yakap ang pait
naliligo ako sa ulan
upang mapuno ng tubig ang aking damit
at lalo pa itong yumapos sa aking katawan
dito ay mababasa ang aking buhok
at dahan dahang gagapang ang tubig sa aking mukha
tatahakin nito ang aking pilikmata, babagtasin ang pisngi
sabay magbababad sa aking labi -- mapait pala ang ulan
tumitingala ako
para mamasdan ang maiitim na ulap
hitik na pala sa anino at ingay ang paligid
kaya ipinipikit ko ang aking mga mata
upang mas namnamin ang pait
na humihilamos sa aking mukha
ako'y naligo sa ulan
maya maya'y pipigain ko na ang hinagpis na kumapit sa aking damit
huhugasan ang aking buhok ng nakakasunog na kemikal
at kikiskisin ng mabahong sabon ang aking katawan
pupunasan ko na rin ang aking balat at magpapalit ng damit
ramdam ko pa rin ang nanyaring paggapang sa aking mukha,
pagbagtas sa pisngi, pagbababad sa labi
muli akong maliligo sa ulan
pikit ang mata
yakap ang pait
Monday, September 1, 2008
the secret of summer's 23rd
this is for rodine cagampan
we descend unt this chamber
away from the sun
as we did on summer's 23rd
arms locked, gasping for breath
we accuse ourselves
of shaping our own pain
trying to chisel away the marks
left by our lips
the sun could not burn away
the stencils of the skin
and as the glamour spell reaches
its peak and whizzes out
the door, left ajar by the oglers
shall we seek redemption once more?
to engage once again in this hopeless dance
and renew the marks left by our lips
descending away from the sun
and again shape our own pain
as we did on summer's 23rd
arms locked, gasping for breath
we descend unt this chamber
away from the sun
as we did on summer's 23rd
arms locked, gasping for breath
we accuse ourselves
of shaping our own pain
trying to chisel away the marks
left by our lips
the sun could not burn away
the stencils of the skin
and as the glamour spell reaches
its peak and whizzes out
the door, left ajar by the oglers
shall we seek redemption once more?
to engage once again in this hopeless dance
and renew the marks left by our lips
descending away from the sun
and again shape our own pain
as we did on summer's 23rd
arms locked, gasping for breath
inipong lagablab
this is for mhlq rodine cagampan
isang lawa ng apoy ang umagos sa aking likuran
naglalagablab, napakainit
ramdam ko ang pagkatuklap ng aking balat
at pagkaluto ng aking laman
na tumagos hangang buto
at tinupok ang aking kaluluwa
inalay mo sakin ang pinakamalayong bituin
taglay ang init na lulusaw sa pinakamatibay na kalasag
o kahit pa sa napakatigas na bato
iyong nilunod ang pighati sa lumalagitik na apoy
hangang sa itoy naging kulay pulang usok na lang
inaako ko ang lahat ng abo
pati na rin ang mga bagay na hindi pa tuluyang natutupok
masunog man itong mga daliri
maging sariling libingan man ang lagablab
akin na ring aangkinin ang apoy
ang uling at ang mga nagbabagang bato
ang pighati, kalungkutan, ulap, araw
luha, dugo, puso
ito'y aangkinin kong lahat
ito'y aangkinin kong lahat
hangang sa ako'y maging kulay pulang usok na lang
mula sa isang lawa ng apoy
na nangaling sa iyong mga mata
isang lawa ng apoy ang umagos sa aking likuran
naglalagablab, napakainit
ramdam ko ang pagkatuklap ng aking balat
at pagkaluto ng aking laman
na tumagos hangang buto
at tinupok ang aking kaluluwa
inalay mo sakin ang pinakamalayong bituin
taglay ang init na lulusaw sa pinakamatibay na kalasag
o kahit pa sa napakatigas na bato
iyong nilunod ang pighati sa lumalagitik na apoy
hangang sa itoy naging kulay pulang usok na lang
inaako ko ang lahat ng abo
pati na rin ang mga bagay na hindi pa tuluyang natutupok
masunog man itong mga daliri
maging sariling libingan man ang lagablab
akin na ring aangkinin ang apoy
ang uling at ang mga nagbabagang bato
ang pighati, kalungkutan, ulap, araw
luha, dugo, puso
ito'y aangkinin kong lahat
ito'y aangkinin kong lahat
hangang sa ako'y maging kulay pulang usok na lang
mula sa isang lawa ng apoy
na nangaling sa iyong mga mata
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Writer's redemption
melancholy on the wall
cast by the muted shadows
your soul is shapeless
recalling exestence
hungry for defeat
in the candlelight luster of burnt metaphors
vision is reinvented, a bleeding butterfly
flutters and is decanted in the corners
the moan of a thousand violins gauzes the air
you listen yet you fail.
conjuring the inimagined
seeking to hear the voices of poe, homer and joaquin
deafening prose and history, leaving marks
as that of falling rain, becomes legible
and surrenders; blood or sweat?
you ask for forgiveness from meaning
from words in alphabetical symmetry
in the silence of your thoughts
deep within the flooded jungles
you stare past beyond the transparent
and yes you remember
you remember all of this
at the wake of your mortality
cast by the muted shadows
your soul is shapeless
recalling exestence
hungry for defeat
in the candlelight luster of burnt metaphors
vision is reinvented, a bleeding butterfly
flutters and is decanted in the corners
the moan of a thousand violins gauzes the air
you listen yet you fail.
conjuring the inimagined
seeking to hear the voices of poe, homer and joaquin
deafening prose and history, leaving marks
as that of falling rain, becomes legible
and surrenders; blood or sweat?
you ask for forgiveness from meaning
from words in alphabetical symmetry
in the silence of your thoughts
deep within the flooded jungles
you stare past beyond the transparent
and yes you remember
you remember all of this
at the wake of your mortality
Thursday, August 7, 2008
i wrote this when i was kinda angry with a friend, though i already forgave her
its really self explanatory though
“Escaping vendetta”
You murmured to the wind
Your secrets, the meaning of your soul
And watched it consume the pallid flame in your eyes
Like your rivers drowned in melancholy
And betrayal
--the smile on your lips has disappeared
Vendetta lies within
The tears from your eyes
Reflects the scorn you feel
Like a river in an unhampered flow
Full of voiceless stones
; desiring vendetta
In disdain of a friend’s duplicity
--the wind could no longer carry the ashes of your soul
Is there a graceful way escaping this?
Your rivers have dried up
Consuming itself in its own melancholy
Washing out the ashes of your soul
--your heart is full of voiceless stones
Surfacing betrayal, scorn and shattered amity
Failing to unearth
The crux of your vendetta
Again I ask
For a graceful way escaping this
-- Betrayal
-- Scorn
-- Vendetta
its really self explanatory though
“Escaping vendetta”
You murmured to the wind
Your secrets, the meaning of your soul
And watched it consume the pallid flame in your eyes
Like your rivers drowned in melancholy
And betrayal
--the smile on your lips has disappeared
Vendetta lies within
The tears from your eyes
Reflects the scorn you feel
Like a river in an unhampered flow
Full of voiceless stones
; desiring vendetta
In disdain of a friend’s duplicity
--the wind could no longer carry the ashes of your soul
Is there a graceful way escaping this?
Your rivers have dried up
Consuming itself in its own melancholy
Washing out the ashes of your soul
--your heart is full of voiceless stones
Surfacing betrayal, scorn and shattered amity
Failing to unearth
The crux of your vendetta
Again I ask
For a graceful way escaping this
-- Betrayal
-- Scorn
-- Vendetta
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
forever in silence
I wrote this when me and my girlfriend had a fight
“Forever in silence”
By: Paolo Macariola
We could spend forever like this
In silence, in relapse
I don’t want to hear you say
What my character means
Like in some outdated fairytale
I would watch you
Not looking into your eyes
Feeling my core surrender
All the while knowing,
How you never understood my glances
Do you know what you mean?
Tell me, what do we mean anyway?
Or what will happen if rain falls upwards?
You really are everything
Even if time falls backwards
In some certain parts of meaning
Numb is defined as lack of feeling
Did you feel my warm breath?
I am soaked from the rain
Pouring from the deep well of my heart
Again must I ask?
If you wanted to spend forever like this.
“Forever in silence”
By: Paolo Macariola
We could spend forever like this
In silence, in relapse
I don’t want to hear you say
What my character means
Like in some outdated fairytale
I would watch you
Not looking into your eyes
Feeling my core surrender
All the while knowing,
How you never understood my glances
Do you know what you mean?
Tell me, what do we mean anyway?
Or what will happen if rain falls upwards?
You really are everything
Even if time falls backwards
In some certain parts of meaning
Numb is defined as lack of feeling
Did you feel my warm breath?
I am soaked from the rain
Pouring from the deep well of my heart
Again must I ask?
If you wanted to spend forever like this.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Outsider
everyone is near...
me, im surrounded
i can hear their voices
talking in fast whispers--
sometimes in a hush
are they talking about me?
everyone is near...
i can almost hear their breaths fragment
they do not know my name--
nor could they feel my shadow
they look at me
i could not look back
me, im surrounded
i can hear their voices
talking in fast whispers--
sometimes in a hush
are they talking about me?
everyone is near...
i can almost hear their breaths fragment
they do not know my name--
nor could they feel my shadow
they look at me
i could not look back
i suddenly find myself asking
why am i here?
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Another tagalog entry
about my ex... its very sad
"alaala sa unos"
kandilang nauupos ang magdamag
bago pa man bumuhos ang ulan
ramdam ko ang lamig na dala ng hangin
kumutan mo ako ng iyong mga ala ala
masarap isipin na mayakap kang muli
o mahawakan man lang ang iyong mga kamay
saksi ang mga anino ng kahapon
sa aking pangungulila
hindi ko nais na tumigil ang ulan
at masilip ang bahagharing pumipinta sa langit
maaalala ko lamang ang iyong ngiti
na nagtanim ng lungkot sa aking ulirat
"alaala sa unos"
kandilang nauupos ang magdamag
bago pa man bumuhos ang ulan
ramdam ko ang lamig na dala ng hangin
kumutan mo ako ng iyong mga ala ala
masarap isipin na mayakap kang muli
o mahawakan man lang ang iyong mga kamay
saksi ang mga anino ng kahapon
sa aking pangungulila
hindi ko nais na tumigil ang ulan
at masilip ang bahagharing pumipinta sa langit
maaalala ko lamang ang iyong ngiti
na nagtanim ng lungkot sa aking ulirat
Damp
i wrote this for a girl who broke my heart... she was my ex but i know that she could never love me back
I can feel your memory
brush against the pale of my skin
the wind caresses my cheeks
it is late evening
Here no fire could give me warmth
no silence could give me comfort
tonight is an endless whisper
drowning in your memories
i heard the wind say
that you could never love me back
letting the wetness on my cheeks
flow into oblivion
I can feel your memory
brush against the pale of my skin
the wind caresses my cheeks
it is late evening
Here no fire could give me warmth
no silence could give me comfort
tonight is an endless whisper
drowning in your memories
i heard the wind say
that you could never love me back
letting the wetness on my cheeks
flow into oblivion
Friday, May 23, 2008
Lost
this is for one of my closest female friends.. she says she feels lost right now... (so do i)
out of sight
you were in this long corridor
like a fading star
you slowly disappear
i am feeling (or am i?)
a slow demise
i am empty
i am numbed
where would you go?
you stand still
here beside me
you are so far away
to some abyss
deep within your oceans mourning
i will find you
and carry you above the darkness
we are not lost
you found me
i found you
the ocean has stopped its mourning
tommorow will be better
out of sight
you were in this long corridor
like a fading star
you slowly disappear
i am feeling (or am i?)
a slow demise
i am empty
i am numbed
where would you go?
you stand still
here beside me
you are so far away
to some abyss
deep within your oceans mourning
i will find you
and carry you above the darkness
we are not lost
you found me
i found you
the ocean has stopped its mourning
tommorow will be better
Saturday, May 10, 2008
On a saturday
yesterday, (saturday) my girlfriend went to cambodia....
and i really got a bad feeling about it.
she went there for OJT and i miss her already....
"on a saturday"
you flew across the sky
parting clouds through dense air
diffusing smog and daylight along the way
and i wonder--
if you ever saw me look up?
if you tire yourself from flying too far
you can always rest atop some tall trees
to brush off frost from your wings-- or hair
but you can always come back
you will know where to find me
im mostly under the stars
sometimes i would like to ask the sky
i know it won't answer back
that's when i would look up
will you ever come back?
i will miss you.
and i really got a bad feeling about it.
she went there for OJT and i miss her already....
"on a saturday"
you flew across the sky
parting clouds through dense air
diffusing smog and daylight along the way
and i wonder--
if you ever saw me look up?
if you tire yourself from flying too far
you can always rest atop some tall trees
to brush off frost from your wings-- or hair
but you can always come back
you will know where to find me
im mostly under the stars
sometimes i would like to ask the sky
i know it won't answer back
that's when i would look up
will you ever come back?
i will miss you.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Inupahang Kwarto
I wrote this in filipino for my girlfriend this is about my room
Kung napapatigil ang oras sa bawat pagitan
ng pintig o sa sabay na pagtibok ng puso
ay dito ko iyon inabuso ng lubos
dito sa maliit naming mundo
sa aking inupahang kwarto
dito ko isinuko ang ilaw
na nagbibigay sakin ng paningin, ang paglisan nito
ang nabibigay sakin ng lakas na hagkan ang kanyang mga labi
at haplusin ang maliit niyang noo
gaano man kaingay ang katabing kalsada
na laging puno ng tao ay pipe itong maituturing
mula sa aming munting liko ng bahaghari.
dito ko isinantabi ang pagkahumaling sa sarili
makabisado lamang ang mga iba pang bahagi
ng kanyang pagkatao na hindi pa napapangalanan
dito ko kinalimutan ang musika
sa pagtitig ng matagal sa kanyang mga mata
habang nakikinig sa katahimikang umaawit
sa aming mga puso.
dito sa maliit naming mundo
sa aking inupahang kwarto
dito ko rin tinalikuran ang pagiging tao
upang maging isang bitwin na namamahinga sa mga ulap
habang ang hangin ay pinupunasan ang pawisan nang langit
dito ako ay bitwin at siya ang aking buwan
dito sa maliit naming mundo
sa aking inupahang kwarto
Kung napapatigil ang oras sa bawat pagitan
ng pintig o sa sabay na pagtibok ng puso
ay dito ko iyon inabuso ng lubos
dito sa maliit naming mundo
sa aking inupahang kwarto
dito ko isinuko ang ilaw
na nagbibigay sakin ng paningin, ang paglisan nito
ang nabibigay sakin ng lakas na hagkan ang kanyang mga labi
at haplusin ang maliit niyang noo
gaano man kaingay ang katabing kalsada
na laging puno ng tao ay pipe itong maituturing
mula sa aming munting liko ng bahaghari.
dito ko isinantabi ang pagkahumaling sa sarili
makabisado lamang ang mga iba pang bahagi
ng kanyang pagkatao na hindi pa napapangalanan
dito ko kinalimutan ang musika
sa pagtitig ng matagal sa kanyang mga mata
habang nakikinig sa katahimikang umaawit
sa aming mga puso.
dito sa maliit naming mundo
sa aking inupahang kwarto
dito ko rin tinalikuran ang pagiging tao
upang maging isang bitwin na namamahinga sa mga ulap
habang ang hangin ay pinupunasan ang pawisan nang langit
dito ako ay bitwin at siya ang aking buwan
dito sa maliit naming mundo
sa aking inupahang kwarto
Pag-Ibig sa kalayuan
This is about distance
Iniibig ko ang kalayuan
malayo sa mga matang mapanghusga
doon ay walang makakakita
kindi ang buwan at mga talang
binalot na ng kadiliman
Iniibig ko ang kalayuan
Kung san namumulaklak
ang mga maselang orkidya
tinutugtugan ng limot nang mga kanta
kung saan ang bawat gabi
ay kasing rahan ng umaga
Iniibig ko ang kalayuan
na maselan at marahan
habang naghihintay na masinagan
ng parola ang iyong ngiti
sa gilid ng dagat, mula sa aking pampang
iniibig ko ang kalayuan
kung san naroon ka.
Iniibig ko ang kalayuan
malayo sa mga matang mapanghusga
doon ay walang makakakita
kindi ang buwan at mga talang
binalot na ng kadiliman
Iniibig ko ang kalayuan
Kung san namumulaklak
ang mga maselang orkidya
tinutugtugan ng limot nang mga kanta
kung saan ang bawat gabi
ay kasing rahan ng umaga
Iniibig ko ang kalayuan
na maselan at marahan
habang naghihintay na masinagan
ng parola ang iyong ngiti
sa gilid ng dagat, mula sa aking pampang
iniibig ko ang kalayuan
kung san naroon ka.
A winter passage
Quietly she came
Like a winter night
cold, bitten and beautiful
from her eyes i can see
how her persona was covered in ice,
her heart was drowned in frost --
she has lost the essence of her soul.
for me she was the horizon
that brought out the beauty in every dawn
Quietly she left
Leaving my passion to burn alone
leaving me in the comforting arms of the night
where i could only hear the discord in the wind
and see the emptiness in the shadows --
I have become numb from the cold
Winter Silently left
carrying along
the essence of my soul
Like a winter night
cold, bitten and beautiful
from her eyes i can see
how her persona was covered in ice,
her heart was drowned in frost --
she has lost the essence of her soul.
for me she was the horizon
that brought out the beauty in every dawn
Quietly she left
Leaving my passion to burn alone
leaving me in the comforting arms of the night
where i could only hear the discord in the wind
and see the emptiness in the shadows --
I have become numb from the cold
Winter Silently left
carrying along
the essence of my soul
A summer dream's haiku
The salty ocean
vividly greets the sunset
slowly descending
Rusty is the sky
falling over the world's edge
down the horizon
In mumbling silence
the sky melts into the sea
silver atwirling
like a butterfly
the wind caresses my skin
lulling me to dream
vividly greets the sunset
slowly descending
Rusty is the sky
falling over the world's edge
down the horizon
In mumbling silence
the sky melts into the sea
silver atwirling
like a butterfly
the wind caresses my skin
lulling me to dream
Isolation booth
This is for my girlfriend and our favorite place in the masscom lab
here you would close your eyes
as i would beam my heat at you
only to be extinguished by the cold stillness of this room
here we would lie with darkness above and darkness below
which makes me wonder: If there was nothing but the sky...
would you count the stars along with its vastness?
till all is born anew?
Here every whiper is an echo
Resounding truth and its nakedness: we are exiles unclaimed by the world
here we would exchange words in its bareness
as meaning is meaning itself
all is made clear
in the mirrorlike qualities of this room
; we are no different from each
I am the reflection of your soul
here you would close your eyes
as i would beam my heat at you
only to be extinguished by the cold stillness of this room
here we would lie with darkness above and darkness below
which makes me wonder: If there was nothing but the sky...
would you count the stars along with its vastness?
till all is born anew?
Here every whiper is an echo
Resounding truth and its nakedness: we are exiles unclaimed by the world
here we would exchange words in its bareness
as meaning is meaning itself
all is made clear
in the mirrorlike qualities of this room
; we are no different from each
I am the reflection of your soul
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