"Princess Dacles: isang malayang pag-agos"
by paolo macariola
ngayon ko lang naintindihan ang tunay na kalungkutan
hindi pala apoy ng metapora ang dala nito
kundi ang kawalang laman
at pagka bakante ng emosyon
naglalakad ako sa lupa kahit pa ako'y wala na
wala na akong maisip na mga ibang bagay
kungdi ang palad mo sa aking pisngi
ang iyong pawis sa aking balat
ang ating pagpapalitan ng hininga
ang malamig mong boses....
ganito pala ang kalungkutan
maihahalintulad sa isang malayang pag agos
sa isang malayang pagkaubos ng nilalalaman
ang masakit na pagkamanhid
ang iyong paglisan
hangang ngayo'y iniintay ko paring marinig ang yabag mo
sa labas ng aking pintuan
malayang umagos ang kalungkutan
gumagalaw sa aking ugat
ang mga lubak lubak na ulap ng kahapon
na hindi maubos ubos
tulad sa tubig ng talon
makulay ang mga panaginip ng pisngi, labi, paghinga
at tulad sa tubig ng talon
ang pag-agos ng luha
ang mabigat na pagtibok ng puso
ang sakit
ang ala-ala
hindi maubos ubos
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Mumbaki
mumbaki is another word for witch doctor in the philippines
"mumbaki"
i would like to believe that we are a song, you and i
the same song of ifugao and ibaloy shamans
chanted in lush sacred mountains
of lost ancient texts
that our footsteps are echoes of gongs
resounding across cliffs and mountainpaths
all carved by the hands of god
of light and shadow alike
but we cant be more than ghosts now
that haunt dark industrial alleys
far from the cordilleras
where i listen for echoes
that sang of your palm imprints on my cheeks
indelible like the blood of god
of pain and darkness alone
"mumbaki"
i would like to believe that we are a song, you and i
the same song of ifugao and ibaloy shamans
chanted in lush sacred mountains
of lost ancient texts
that our footsteps are echoes of gongs
resounding across cliffs and mountainpaths
all carved by the hands of god
of light and shadow alike
but we cant be more than ghosts now
that haunt dark industrial alleys
far from the cordilleras
where i listen for echoes
that sang of your palm imprints on my cheeks
indelible like the blood of god
of pain and darkness alone
Blood and water
waves of absence run
deep within oceans of solitude
this absence, yours
fill the torrents with
shades of doubt
sparkling like a pink sea
airplanes take you away
to the farthest corners of belief
where you wont even hear
the faintest echoes
of my deepest sighs
but the clamors of desperate oceans
pink with blood and water
you were always beyond my horizon
even then
so i should not forget
this imprint of your memory
running deep within roads of flesh
sparkling like a pink sea
deep within oceans of solitude
this absence, yours
fill the torrents with
shades of doubt
sparkling like a pink sea
airplanes take you away
to the farthest corners of belief
where you wont even hear
the faintest echoes
of my deepest sighs
but the clamors of desperate oceans
pink with blood and water
you were always beyond my horizon
even then
so i should not forget
this imprint of your memory
running deep within roads of flesh
sparkling like a pink sea
eve leaves zion
"eve leaves zion"
by paolo macariola
i pray to the heathen gods
the sanctity of your untruth
my divine nonexistence
-- our myth of zion
hence a lost divinity
i call myself a pagan
left in zion
to worship idols of your untruth
of you leaving
under the traitors moon
tomorrow burns the heathen gods...
by paolo macariola
i pray to the heathen gods
the sanctity of your untruth
my divine nonexistence
-- our myth of zion
hence a lost divinity
i call myself a pagan
left in zion
to worship idols of your untruth
of you leaving
under the traitors moon
tomorrow burns the heathen gods...
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