Walay mabating awit bisan sa mga timosdinhi sa tanamang puno sa kahigwaos,ning kagabhiong sa kahaw-ang gigakossamtang nagpaabot sa pagsubang sa bulan,kay ikaw sa kahilom ako gibiyaan.Sama ikaw sa bitoong inanayng nahanaw,sa kamalinawon sa kabuntagon nipanaw. Walay mga awit ning kagabhiong
Across this table that felt my fearsis where you whispered adieu in tears.And as I clasped a cup of wine now dry,your footsteps drowned my futile cry. My heart is no longer your prison,nor my kiss to your lips a
A mosaic of flowers and trees,no longer kissed by birds and bees,gasping in the wind, bowing to the earth,breathing the breath of death. A pair of lonesome footsteps on the sand,shoulders longing for the warmth of a hand,the fleeting colors
Our stories of struggle and sacrifice,of triumph and defeat, of loyalty and betrayal,will be buried under the rubble of new warsto be fought by those who will take our place. The enemies will trample on our graves,desecrate the sanctuaries of
I felt the wind’s gentle kissfor the timid candlelight,an offering to moonlight’s glow on the dark altar of sorrow,it’s flame, like my mind, battlingthe room’s ghastly shadow. Or was the kiss meant for theorphaned page and the lines thatfroze on
Every night I lean by the porch waitingfor your silhouette under the stars.It’s a ritual of fear, for it’s likeseeing again the mean shadowsthat came and crashed the gate,and snatched you from my arms.On that night I lost you, your
When I’m gone, don’t grieve,for even if you’d no longersee me race across the hills.I’ll leave my footprints on the trails. When I’m gone, don’t grieve,for death cannot mute my songs.I’ll lend my voice to the sparrows,so they may wake
In fields where my spirit takes flightwith butterflies, there I’d be.There, where my verses growin silence like the seedsamid a crowd of grasses. At times you’d find mehaunting the river bendwhere my innocence slipped by,and where I’d pray for absolutionof
The wick burns,the flame in silence screams.Our candle tapersalong with fading dreams.Listen, rue not the smallnessof those dreams.The mighty oceans flowfrom veins of humble streams. So live this life.On those rainbows stride,and hug the colorsthat soon will hide.Go sail againstthe
It’s the unspoken wordsof kindness, love, compassionthe flowers not sent to a fair ladywho’s now somebody else’s beloved It’s the unheard music of sunbirdsthe unfelt caress of clear stream waters It’s waking at dawn not having seenthe glow of fireflies
Grieve not our partingNor weep behind the curtainBut open that creaky windowAnd watch me cross the rainbow My smile and frown shall stayIn the creases of the earth you’d seeMemories of the miles I treadAnd the hope that lies ahead
I mourn the scent of harvest goneO’er fields now burningTheir hate razed my landSeized hope from my hand Yet I won’t dieMy veins are the rivers that flowLonger than Time shall knowTo no tyrant will I bowVictory shall end my
NOMAD VERSES: Lake of tears (for the victims of the bombingin MSU Marawi Cityon 3 December 2023) The woman mountainLies in a blanket of mistLulled to slumberBy the lullabyfrom an ancient lakeThe child of her tearsA mirror of her fearsOn
Don’t chase the Holy Grailthat bears the scentof divine lips It’s the same cupinto which a traitordipped his unleavened breadwith the same handthat the thirty piecesof betrayal held Pilgrimage isn’t trudginga weary familiar pathFor the way is etchedby the whispers
Life often appears As a farce made real By awkward dances A glass of wine in hand Inside this crannied wall Where I tried but failed The gloom to hold The sunbird’s chirp Drowns my sobs My rage holds no
I no longer see the giant treeStill, the kapre, now homeless,Makes me sleepless tonightOr is it the tikbalangWith his fearsome snort?This is the window from whereRapunzel hangs loose her braidAt the witch’s commandAlas, in my roomRests no Sleeping BeautyWho may
There’s no afterlife nor redemption.All that would remain is our story. Forget the holy books,they vex our judgment.Our lives, they followa finite line toward extinction. There’s only the here and now.Heaven or Hell is a choice we makewhile we can
Naglulinghayaw sa DavosWala gipanumbaling ang unosSa kawad-on ug kakabusSalapi sa katawhan gi-hocus pocusSamtang daghan ang nagaantosNagdudo intawon sa ginamosKanus-a kaha mauposAng pasensiya sa mga kabus?Sila nga sa kabahò nalumosSa inon-onang napan-osPirmi na lang kaha magpaubosO silang mga tambaloslosSa gahing bato
My spirit singswith the rage of ancient riversand the howling of timeless windMy heart finds solacein the glow of MoonI embrace the dark in my sleeprelish the fears in my dreamsand enjoy as gift each wakingThere is always peacein knowing
I want poemsthat drown the noise of battleslines written beneathtrees crowned with fireflies I want poemswritten beside pyres for hereticson crimson pavementsin lonely prisons I want poemsthat flow like hemlockdown the veins of tyrannya poison for despots I want poems
The panes frozeas I turnedfor a last glimpseof wasted blissand caged pain.In the gathering duskthat held a knifeto my shadow,the cold rainpatted my shoulders,as if begging meto never forget.Yet, to rememberis to suffer.Memory is a prison.So let the heartdwell in
Come sit aroundthe fire with me.No, I won’t tell youof my travels and travails.My story is not oneof words and images, norof endings and beginnings.I may not even haveany story at all. My soul journeys in circleswith the wind,flows with
When all that’s leftare framed memorieson the wall,the soul seeks joyin saddest places.There’s bliss in chasingthe scent of wild windand rain along deserted paths,past the smiles of peasantsoutside their weary huts. This journey never may end.Yet there’s no returningto where
Remember…The political prisonersTheir mangled bodiesAnd distraught mindsIn torture chambers Remember…The murdered farmersWorkers, priests, lawyers,Doctors, writers, artists Remember…The peasants forcedOut of their villagesWhile their homesBurned behind them Remember…The rape and plunderOf indigenous landsThe death of forestsThe poisoned fields Remember…The three thousandPairs
He gazes at the sunsethis wrinkled frameafraid and coldseeks the embrace of eventideIn the shrill silenceacross a darkening skythe stars laughand time ticks onas if to taunt himFor he dreadsthe turn of seasonsknowing he shall cometo pass and be forgottenThe
I feel youyour hands clasping mindcaressed by the cold windleading the waves to sand I see youyour eyes beamingin the evanescenceof many a twilight I hear youin the stillness of dawnbegging me to gowithout a tear without adieu Now I
Find me a womb of meanings for frigid verses This nomad awaits the birth of night The dark hides the pain of pains At daybreak let me smell the dew before it leaves with the breath of the morning wind
