at sa ating pagkakahiga
hayaan mong sayong braso ako’y mahulog
sa taimtim na talastasan ako’y iyong lasingin sa kahulasan
ang bawat talata’t taludtod na lumalabas sa iyong bibig
ay huni ng pagpapalaya sa aking pagkakapiit
sa silahis ng ilaw, sinalaysay ng iyong mga mata ang lahat
at sa pagkakataon na naisin mo
na sa aking braso ika’y mahulog rin
makakasiguro ka na mula ngayon
ang kahapon ay magiging bukas
Photo: night park by yuki. From Flickr.
After a long period of staleness
a period of sweeping things under the rug;
the east again greets me with its dawn and
wets my lips like the dew to the grass.
The long drag of the night can tire a man.
The uneasy feeling of waiting for the sun to rise
breaks the spirit piece by piece, little by little.
But the past belongs to the past, and the wait is over.
Like the angel bites above your lips, all is laid down in perfect symmetry
Now, let me immersed my body with your light
Let me in, and embrace me with your radiance
Because now I am ready.
Since letting go is easy when you’re holding on to something better
Photo: Water Meadows by Martin Sercombe (The Rusty Projector). From Flickr.
Let the pan sizzle
just hot enough to cook
the corned beef that we took, out from the pantry.
By the way that shirt looks big on you
but I like it all the same.
It’s nice eating leftover rice.
A new-age serf’s meal
Have I mentioned that your shirt is oversized?
Yeah, maybe I did.
You can keep it if you want.
Maybe we can do this again next time.
Maybe.
Photo: 1.100.dinner with roomies by heather_lindsay. From Flickr
Tiny drops of water
permeates the ceiling
falling in an orchestrated manner.
Dripping dreadfully, one by one.
Pedestrians and pavements endure the sky’s weeping
as I watched from a safe distance
recognizing that watching streets gather rain
is an activity best done in pairs.
photo: Rain City by -Amelie-. From Flickr.
Blank sheets, empty and forgotten
wrinkled beyond recognition.
The scene shows the remnants of the
night that was. Blankets tossed and turned,
just like the figures that once was,
underneath. Leaving the scent of
your dress on my pillowcase, breathe.
In my mind it was still so clear,
vivid gestures and expressions
of your hands as you write the words
in deft strokes and in bold lines.
Photo: [my bed] by sourpatch. From Flickr.
Sa akin naman ay simple lang.
Sapat na ang masilayan ang bukang liwayway
at pag lapat ng silahis ng araw sa aking balat.
O hindi kaya, masamyo ang banayad na simoy ng hangin.
Balikan at magpaduyan duyan sa hele ni nanay.
Sariwain ang mga panahong walang kuryente sa bahay, madilim
isang kadila lang ang naka-sindi, payapa
bukas lahat ng bintana
nakatulala sa itim na espasyo
at taimtim na nakikinig sa pag tipa ng kwerdas ng gitara ng aking ina.
Ang pananabik sa pag-babalik ni itay
at ang pakikinig sa kanyang mga kwento na siyang naghahatid sa akin
sa mundo ng panaginip.
Payak.
Nais ko lang naman manatili sa panahong madaling intindihin.
Panahong hindi kumplikado
Panahong nabubuhay ang isang tao dahil siya’y buhay
at hindi dahil kailangan niyang mabuhay.
Sa akin naman ay simple lang.
Ang maliligaw ay maliligaw, makakabalik ang makakabalik.
Sa katahimika’y may ibinubulong ang isip
hayaang magsalita ito
at makinig.
Photo: Brownout by Mar Cuyugan. From Flickr
Yoko Ono and John Lennon, January 1981 Rolling Stone
Photograph by Annie Leibovitz
“You’ve captured our relationship exactly. Promise me it’ll be on the cover.” - John to Annie
That same night (December 8, 1980) John was shot and killed.
“He has no courage, has never climbed out on a limb. He has never used a word where the reader might check his usage by a dictionary.”
— William Faulkner (on Ernest Hemingway)
Writer on writer HAHAHA
Traveling can be so humbling. I always get this feeling especially when I’m sitting inside a bus, train, ship, or plane, while looking out the window. It’s a warm feeling that you get every christmas. It’s a feeling that we are all microscopic, and that we are nothing compared to the bigger things that lies in life.
It’s the overwhelming feeling I get from the view outside the window. It’s like staring at a moving portrait. The window of the vehicle serves as the frame and canvas, while the view is the work of art that simultaneously moves with the vehicle. It brings nothing but great aesthetic pleasures.
We were created to move. The distance that our feet can cover is no limit to the distance that our mind perceives. We cross rivers, oceans, and sea. We climb trees, hills, and mountains. We fly above the clouds and beneath the sky. We are all travelers of this earth trying to get from point A to point B, and everything in between.
