Archive for February, 2013

Falsify

Posted: February 28, 2013 in Confessions, Rhymes

One of the darkest compositions by far, among those about love. ***

 

There are no more songs to sing.

He can no longer connect the rhymes.

He can’t even make up his mind on this next line

The world has gone bland, the rules he can no longer bend.

 

The love has gone, indeed.

The time has come that he dreaded.

There’s no sense in making him bleed.

He already knew death’s where he is headed.

 

This noose, he will tie in such a way

That one can loosen, if one chooses to stay

And see beyond his misery while he shouts

“Is there any more love in store for me?”

 

For his manacle of grief, he has left a key

For the one who chooses beyond what eyes could see.

Whom with one’s heart listens and feels

And does not selfishly gain one’s skin with lust and greed

 

He will wait.

His noose would constrict around his neck

His smileless face would turn paler.

But he would keep his eyes open wide.

 

Because if there’s no one else around, He will act with haste

He has a knife that he could reach from his waist

And cut loose the noose of dread and grief

Only then to realize that if he died there, no one would weep.

 

And with that knowing, he will be happy.

For he has not proven himself wrong.

I hope you’ve figured out the ending.

Now, start singing about this a sad song .

 

…only for the stupid.

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“Miss”-fire

Posted: February 28, 2013 in Rhymes

The comic side of the title is way far from the meaning. Written on April 18, 2011 ***

 

Kunwari ay para sa akin, di ko na ililihim

Mga damdaming sumasagi dyan sa isip mo

Alunin man ang buhangin, di na kayang buuin

Ang kastilyo sa tabing dagat ng pag-ibig mo

 

Akin bang ipipilit, sa isip kong nangungulit

Ang puso ko na balang araw ang bituing ya’y masusungkit

O habambuhay na lang pagmamasdan sa pagmumuni-muni?

Kunwari’y para sa akin, ang lihim mong damdamin

 

Bitbitin man ang tuwa, sanlibo mong ngiti

Ang tawang di marninig, ngunit walang kasing tamis.

Hangga’t walang sambit ng pag-hindi, ako’y mananatili

Mananaginip na mapawi ng halik ang uhaw na mga labi

 

Kunwari’y para sakin, nais na angkinin

Lahat ng pahiwatig ng pag-ibig na dala-dala ng hangin

Mayron bang mapapala? O puso ko ba’y luluha?

Walang pinatutunguhan, walang pa bang kukuha?

 

 

Kandila

Posted: February 28, 2013 in Confessions, Cryptics

***This was written exactly three years ago – March 1, 2010. And tonight, you are going to see a string of posts – as what John Mayer said in his song – “of old love,  or lack thereof.”

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Hindi ko matandaan kung gaano na katagal. Pero maraming taon na ang nakalipas. Parehong pareho ang nangyari. Parehong pareho din ang aking naramdaman. Nakakatuwa, pero ang dami nang nangyari sa pagitan ng buhay ko at buhay nya. Pero sa bawat pagkakataon na nagkikita kami, nawawala yung kung anumang haba ng panahon na namagitan. Lahat parang kahapon lang.

Ang kaso, kung anong daming bagay na dapat mong pasalamatan, at napagtagpo kayong muli, yun din ang dami ng mga bagay na nangyari sa dalawang taong hinangad nilang sana ay hindi na lang naganap.

Sanay na ko sa kanya. Ako ang takbuhan nya pag kelangan ng kausap sa problema. Yung problemang dinala nya ilang taon na ang nakalipas. ‘yun din ang nagdala sa kanya papunta sa akin ngayon. Aaminin ko, natutuwa akong nakikita ko ulit sya. Nakakausap. Nakakabiruan. Nakakalimutan ko ang mundo ko sa kasalukuyan. Walang pakialam. Kuntento na ko sa sandaling ‘yon. Sana tumigil na ang oras. Sana. Pero alam mong lilipas din lahat.

Para akong nakatitig sa may sinding kandila. Natutuwa sa alab na nasa mitsa, sa gitna ng kandilang unti-unting tumutulo hanggang sa tuluyang matunaw. Masarap tingnan. Pero pag naupos na ang mitsa. Wala na ang alab. Tunaw na ang kandila. Balik sa kadiliman.

Pero sa bawat pagsasalamat, hindi mo magawang matuwa nang lubusan. Dahil ang dahilan kung bakit sya nasa piling mo ngayon, ay dahil sa lubos nyang kalungkutan. Kalungkutang hindi naman ikaw ang papawi, kungdi yung tao rin na nagdulot sa kanya nito. Gagawin kang bugahan ng sama ng loob, lulunurin ang balikat mo ng luha. Gagawing kanlungan ang braso at bisig mo sa panahon na binabagyo ang puso nya.

Pagkapawi ng kalungkutang iyon, matapos dumaan ang bagyo, ay sya ring paglisan nya. Para ka ulit kandila sa brown out na biglang hinipan pagdating ng kuryente. Itatago. hahanapin lamang pagdating ng kadiliman na.

 

Sa lahat ng iyan. Kahit anong lungkot ang maramdaman mo sa paglisan nya, sya pa rin ‘yung isang bagay na magpapasaya sa’yo. Wala nang hihilingin pa. Pero hindi mo makuha-kuha. Pero pilit kang umaasa. Na baling araw, kasama mo sya hindi dahil ikaw ang takbuhan nya sa problema. Kungdi kasama mo sya, dahil ikaw na ang sagot sa matagal nang problema nya, kung papaanong sya’ng naging sagot sa matagal mo nang kalungkutan.

 

Pero hangga’t hindi dumadating ang panahon na yan, mananatili syang isang kandilang may sindi. Pagmamatyagang mabuti hangga’t hindi pa ubos ang mitsa. At babalik ka na naman sa kadiliman.

 

Pero ayos lang. Ang malaman kong ako pa rin ang takbuhan nya sa parehong problema. Alam kong hindi nya ako ipinagwalang bahala. Sana lang, sa bawat sandal sa balikat. Sa bawat hawak at yapos sa bisig. Sa bawat patak ng luha. Sana maisip nya, kahit hindi sya mag-asam. ‘yung taong takbuhan nya, handang maging sagot sa kanyang problema.

 

(isa… dalawa… TATLO)

 

Ikaw to eh. Ako yung kandila.

A Slave For Eros

Posted: February 28, 2013 in Rhymes

New memories brought me to that same old feeling. And I have always wondered. I have never wanted anything so badly ever since. I think I now know why.

“looking back on old love… or lack thereof.”

Do not wonder if your world enjoys the summer,

Because I took the clouds away from your sky

And let all the rain just pour on me

For your happiness, your sunshine.

I gave you peace, and my inner peace I only have left

At times when you were most sad.

I tried to make warm those lonely cold nights

Did my best to keep the pain away from your sight.

Never thought it would be this hard

To endure the pain, not meant for me, for the sake of love.

But if this is what it takes to see just a single smile from your face…

… I’d rather forever, stay for you this way.

This is a pretty read, accompanied by a video and a narration.  I don’t know but I have been hooked up to stuff like this ever since I listened to Conan’s Commencement Speech in Dartmouth.

This is from the website http://tragedyandhopeproductions.org/. It has tons of inspirational videos, but I decided to reblog this. It landed to my facebook wall this morning. 

I hope you get to pick up a few lessons from this, and the other blogs that I reposted.

But let’s face it. Money is there. And it is such a force. It only depends on how strong your will is, to not give in to your need, be ready to face the consequences of your sacrifices, in order for you to do what you really are passionate about. And I still encourage you to do what you like and are most passionate in doing. Good thing for me, I get to write whenever I want, about whatever, without compromising any important aspect of my life.

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What if Money Was No Object?

http://tragedyandhopeproductions.org/archives/3901

What do you desire? What makes you itch? What sort of a situation would you like?

Let’s suppose — I do this often in vocational guidance of students. They come to me and say, “Well, uh, we’re getting out of college, and we haven’t the faintest idea of what we want to do.”

So I always ask the question, “What would you like to do if money were no object? How would you really enjoy spending your life?”

Well, it’s so amazing. As a result of our kind of educational system, crowds of students say, “Well, we’d like to be painters, we’d like to be poets, we’d like to be writers. But as everybody knows you can’t earn any money that way.”

Or another person says, “I’d like to live an out-of-doors life and ride horses.”

I said, “Do you want to teach at a riding school? Let’s go through with it. What do you want to do?”

When we finally got down to something which the individual says he really wants to do. I will say to him, “you do that, and forget the money. Because if you say that getting the money is the most important thing, you will spend your life completely wasting your time. You will be doing things you don’t like doing in order to go on living that is to go on doing things you don’t like doing. Which is STUPID! Better to have a short life that is full of what you like doing than a long life spent in a miserable way.”

And after all, if you do really like what your’e doing, it doesn’t matter what it is, you can eventually become a master of it. It’s the only way to become a master of something, to be really with it. And then you’ll be able to get a good fee for whatever it is. So don’t worry too much. Somebody’s interested in everything. And anything you can be interested in, you’ll find others who are.

But it’s absolutely stupid to spend your time doing things you don’t like in order to go on doing things you don’t like and to teach your children to follow in the same track. See, what we’re doing is we’re bringing up children, and educating them to live the same sort of lives we’re living in order that they may justify themselves and find satisfaction in life by bringing up their children to bring up their children to do the same thing. It’s all wretch and no vomit. It never gets there!

And so therefore it’s so important to consider this question. “What do I desire?”

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All Credit goes to its respective owners.

Man-O’-War

Posted: February 8, 2013 in Confessions, Random

Ever wondered how a jellyfish deals with its life?

It’s just there in the middle of the ocean… floating… living but like a lifeless organism.

It just goes where the where the waves bring it.

Let this post be a reminder of how my way of living is right now. Well, at least that’s how I see it.

A life full of nothingness. Just living to make it through the next day. Each day starts and ends like it’s in a  vicious cycle.

However, for some reason, no matter how lost in the ocean of the fast life you feel like, somewhere along the way, a driftwood comes. You didn’t imagine one to arrive, nor did expect one to come in the scene – just right on time, but it does come.

(And mind you, they come in bunches!:)   – this one I added after a few things have transpired in the past week)

And before my mind floats away to bringing sense into this post, and ready myself to sleep, let me quote myself, from my yesterday’s wall:

To that person who always manages to knock some sense into me when selfishness tends to drive me out of line; my counterweight when I’m tipping off the edge.

Three points for you! :)))

Salamat!”

You may not know it. But what you told me just recently helped a lot more than what you think.

Stay being you. No matter how much you think it sucks. LOL! 🙂