Refurbished

No one wants refurbished,
They labaled it as defective, a tarnished.
Well it's justifiable,
Anyway justice varies to each person not same for all.

What wrong have I done?,
Or have I even wronged someone?,
I once had a peaceful life,
That's all I ever wanted, Was that a crime?.

I never thought I would,
But I did fall on the ground.

Fell short--- never noticed,
I suddenly skid the ground with my face.
I wanted but can't stop the momentum,
I guess that wasn't a very smart option,
Since in life we'll have to move and carry on.

I still have to go home,
It hurts but I must.
Then I realize there are things we just want to do before but have to do today.
The things we take for granted,
The feelings we tend to forget.

No one wants refurbished,
I will surely remember those who stayed.
And mark those who didn't.
For they wanted a brand new shit,
But they themselves are refurbished.

Selfmade Prison

In this world full of surprises,
We can't deny our attitude towards life matters.
Just like a chain that binds us to something,
They said it tethers us to suffering.

But If you look at it in a different way,
You will be able to see,
The chain that binds us to pain,
Is the same one that helds us from falling.

You got hurt and yes you've been crying,
But after the tears has dried out, Then what are you planning?.
With anger your heart will just be eaten,
With sorrow your life will dim.

You can't feel without touching,
But you know you have a heart beating.
You look at yourself low and poor,
Yet you are definitely someone's treasure.

Don't let your life in vain,
Trying to live in the past, which will just bring pain.
At the end of the day, You are your own hero.
A brave soul who tried your best against your foe.

It's not bad to let your feelings arouse,
Do what you want to cry your heart out.
Just don't miss and forget to move on,
Don't be a stagnant on your self made prison.

Not an Orphan

I once saw a man,
Still standing after the rain was gone.
His face and beard soaked wet,
Shoe laces untied, messed up, disarranged.

He's looking far,
As if he doesn't care---
of the things that are just near,
He's not moving, never he will.

He's just silent,
As if he can't speak.
What's on his mind at the moment?,
Or has his mind has a dent?.

Somebody said he's an observer,
The people who watches heaven and hell.
Was he been there?,
We don't know, We never will.

His existence is a complete enigma,
Nor why he is still standing after the gale.
We can't even tell if he's a winner,
Or just a wounded loser.

One thing is sure,
His scars, a pure mark of valor.
He is orphaned by a fake devotion,
But tomorrow he'll find his savior.

For now he is, But someday he won't be an orphan.
Be it storm or annihilation, He will not be broken.
He won't be shattered, Never will.

Stigma on an Undaunted Sun

Mga panghupaw sa akong pakyas na kagahapon,
Nahimong mga pangandoy nga daw bitoon,
Pirmi ko makita sa kalangitan,
Pero bisan kanus-a dili gyud nako mahawiran.


Gitinguha pag kab-ot,
Nagpatuga tuga bisan ug wala koy labot.
Sagdi lag wala ko nimo giimbitar,
Basta ang importante makadungog ka sa akong tukar.


Daghan niingon ayaw palabi ug pamotbot,
Pero ako dili magpaboot,
Aha raba na kung ikaw akong makab-ot,
Gamay ra na nga risko para sa gugma mong maanindot.


Andam kong gakson kasakit ug kauwaw,
Basta ikaw lang maminaw.
Mukanta bisag yabag,
Ang kasing kasing kong ogag.


Gapanikad, gitinood hangtod maabot.
Hapit na masulbad and utok kung gubot.
Nagkadool, nibati ko ug kahago,
Pero unsaon taman dili ko gyud matago.
Akong gugma sa imo akong i-hangyo.


Sobra kainit sa bitoon pero wala koy labot,
Bisan pa akong lawas masunog, mapagod.
Wala ko gyud damha,
Nga kung kanus-a nakab-ot taka,
Wala nay nahabilin sa akoa.


Akong lawas hurot na,
Kasing kasing kung basa karun nauga.
Way nahabilin nga duga,
Bisan unsaon ug puga.


Ug diay ako usa ra ka stigma,
Usa rako ka pugnit na mantsa sa maputli mong bistida.
Kay bisan kanus-a,
Dili mahimong mag uban and pungkol ug ang gitara.

April Fools

We usually think we know it all,
Anticipate things as though we can see the future.
But there's a point in our life we stumble,
Lose balance, trip and sometimes fall.
For the moment we are sure and confident,
Is the weakest moment for us all.

It's quite ironic that we can feel the wind,
Though we can't see it touch our skin.
Same as thinking our feeling is mutual inside,
Only to end up realizing you have love,
They only have pride.

As the old quotes said,
"We can never clench our teeth if it doesn't exist".
So then it's hard to hold on to something,
If that something has already been misplaced.

"Life is unpredictable"
It's a famous line used by so many people,
Though the meaning is different after all.
Who would have thought,
The only reason while I am still standing and holding on,
Will push me to the brink of my extinction.

Let me tell you what it's like,
To be me when you broke my heart.

It was half past seven,
When I realized what you were thinking.
When it sink in to me all I can hear is silence,
And it's like a needle pricking my ears.

I can see my workmates talking,
But can't hear the words they are saying.
I can't even distinguish the color of what they are wearing,
My eyes getting darker and darker,
Oh Yeah, it's normal. Since it's half past seven.

April one was supposed to be fun,
It's the time of the year when we can touch the sun,
But why do I feel the joke is gone.

After all the years we've been I was not able to forsee,
It's not the clowns but the joke is on me.