Undecided

1. pRiDe

I hate having nothing to do. Every now and then I think that people actually want to be with me just so they can use me. Currently, I'm signing my information for graduation at the room next to our office. It's funny when I stare at the blank spaces of the honors, awards, and other recognitions section. Nobody actually bothered to give me one. But try to look into the extra-curricular section, I still even need more spaces than usual to actually place every organization I am involved in.

Everybody sees you useful but nobody bothers to even recognize your efforts. Pity me, right? I might be one of those lowlifes who are driven by the thrill of pressure and work but I'm not stupid. Using is actually the name of the game.

2. Redicule

The acacia tress are perfect against the light of the early dawn. I can't imagine any ethereal feel rather than this instance of the day. "Kamishiro, oi...! Kamishiro!" "Sorry Kira," I finally was able to choke out. "You really love seeing this sight ei? I can't seem to go past your thoughts until I call you a hundred times," Kira gaily acknowledged my being dazed.

He of loss, She of life

"The moon is full," he says.

"Still savoring the colorful sunset for the day," she [I] answers.

"I have only concrete under my feet, and more concrete all around me
But I can look up and see a quiet blue sky
And an even more quiet moon resisting my admiration," he tells.

"As I walk, looking at the canopy flow above my path
I feel the night breeze caressing my warm face
With the bright moon as my witness," she relates.

"The bright moon blinked
And in that heartbeat of darkness
I knew how gravely
Light has lied to me all along," he laments.

"What lie must Light tell?
To one who in solitude dwells," she inquires

"The lie that life is color," he pronounces

"See the dark waters under the bright Light of the full moon
Shimmering yellow lit the crystal surface,
A sight, innocent and pure, without lie,
Underneath this crystal surface
Life swims through the waves" she counters

"Above: Moon burning starkly, a ball of silver light.
Below: Pool of water dark in placid, mirroring hurting eyes on a gnarled face.
Inside: Stars dying slowly like embers, so grateful, so grateful," he recounts

"Above, below, and inside
All intricate components of life amidst a being's sight,
Whom seeks joy in living life," she resolves

"Even for just a heartbeat, let the world dim, make the moon blink
For the light was too much for me
A creature of darkness
Never used to seeing life in color
Afraid of seeing beauty I cannot manifest," he persists

"Why think of beauty in the world's sight?
Beauty is not of the world to judge
For it's made by the Divine
Given to all being
Both in darkness and light," she ends

Under the Shade

A tree stands
Catering the needs of the birds
Instilling the shade made
Standing happily and content

A day came
The light touch of wind
Ravaged its leaves, making it bloom
In its luscious green

What beauty it is—the feeling to be loved
As the wind intricately bares the tree of its unmeshed beauty
Ever seeping with mystery
As the eye of my beloved holds within

With such certainness,
That seemed a touch of intimacy
Only spoken through the meeting of our eyes
Under the shade of dire light

You speak of love
I answered of fear
Black orbs talking of sick romance
That's true to sight but unheard to the ear

Together we stood
Watching and dreaming
In each others embrace
As moment stood still in time and space

My beloved, now moving away
I shun the dire light of the intricately content tree
For our bond was strong hidden under the shade
Now, clearly in sight, it must come to an end
For under the shade, that's all there is and will be

for me and my beloved, in each others embrace

Litanya ng Pag-asa

Iniisip ng nakararaming maibsan ang hirap na dinadanas,
Ngunit, sa kalauna’y nagbubunga ng malas,
Mala-disyerto man ang dagat ng aking karimlan,
Walang musmos na makapapawi sa aking nalalaman,
Mga gintong araling ugat sa dusa ng inang bayan,
Ibig na pinagsamantalahan ang pusong nasasaktan,

Nabatobalani man ang mga pirata’t sinakop ang aking minamahal,
Kalikasan at kayamanan, nito’y nawala
Ninakaw ang araw na sa langit nahimlay, gaya ng paglamon ng kadiliman sa dapit-hapon
Hindi mapakali, hindi mapigil, kahit magbingi-bingihan,
Wala pa ring tigil,
Ako ay kailangang magsalita’t magpamulat
Nang ‘di malubugan’g araw ang kinabukasang sisikat

Hindi mo man alam kung ano’ng gumagala sa mundo,
Ikaw pa rin ay apektado,
Wala ka mang kamuwang-muwang sa isip at ibig ng iba,
Ikaw rin ay parte sa madlang abala,
Ibig mo mang isiping walang halaga,
Ang mga opinyon mo sa iba,
May karapatan kang magsalita,
Bukambibig mo’y siyang kamulatan ng karamihan.

Maselan, alam ko
Nakakatakot ipaalam ‘to
Para sa Perlas ng Silangan,
Sa aking obra ibubunyag,
Mga taksil sa bayang sinisilayan,
Ito’y pagsamantalahan at kagat-labing suriin,
Matakot man ang iba’y ‘wag tumabi
Dahil batid mo ang ‘di makitang kaguluhan
Sa iyong pagmulat sa katotohanan

Sa dagok ng kapalaran,
Ikaw ngayon ay saksi na rin
Isang mata ng lipunang naghihingalo sa mga pasanin,
Ngayon, ikaw ay isa na sasaklaw sa madlang agaw-buhay ang sitwasyon
Saklaw ka sa mga matang nakikita na ang katotohanan
Saklaw kang maging isa sa labanan
Saklaw ka sa mga taong lumalaban
Sa nag-iisa nating Perlas ng Silangan.

Covers

Darkness, soothes and refreshes
Nullifying the feeling of bitterness, hate, and loss embrace
The poisoning hurt of anonymity and blunt resilience
Fully counters the light
Slowly fading into the covers of the darkest blue

Darkness, why can’t I be one with you?
Full of emptiness, relentless sickened existence
Paving the path lighted for me, engulfed by the shadows
Under it, the outlines, unclear and demeaning
With broken chords, unsung love songs and lost love residing in utter seclusion

Bird at the Alcove

Pains, sufferings, and curiosities, contained
Never free to fly out, discover, and see
So eyes of shiny blankness be of living enmity
Blinded of being, that's what I be

I like to discover the world, yet they took me to a place dark and gloomy
Filled with sorrow and contempt
I was made dead of all emotion
Happiness and excitement, a mere illusion

Though hurt inflicted me
I cannot deflect
The pain caused
That’s thought to be love and revere of home

Things understandable made blurry in my sight
To decide is of their doing
To follow is what’s left, nothing more nothing less
The flight is of the essence, but the pilot is not me

Dream endlessly to be pilot, but someday can I be?
Becoming dull are my claws in the alcove I reside
I so yearns
To earn happiness and contentment in piloting the flight

Anticipation

I can’t wait
The hearth inside needs to be fed
I desire for pleasure
A drive that cannot be measured

Oh, fill me with passion
A yearning to receive intense ecstasy
From dampened kisses and warm touches
Burning to the center of my between

I invite the hardness of my one love dear
Please put me at peace
My longing I can't contain
Drowning in the anticipation of your coming

Sweet dangerous pleasure
I despise
Fill me, oh hardness, forceful and strong
With dampened trails of rose bud kisses left on bared fair satin

From the power of your thrust
Your gentleness flowed
I desire now, you beautiful pleasure
I anticipate