Happy Birthday!

The moment I realize I can't always win,
Is the time I started appreciating those times I didn't lose.
Then I remember this guy who once died in the cross.

He was born years ago on this same day,
He is the most powerful creator.
But even he started a simple journey,
As a human, tormented with pain had he.

Beneath the glow of unending rays,
He hid his powers and played lowkey.

He has the greatest wisdom,
That they never were able to decode.
So they nailed him to the cross,
As hard as they could.

Envy they felt, jealousy it went.
And their solution is killing his human body swift.
For we humans are too afraid of what we couldn't understand,
For us mystery is a crime.

Little do they know he is the lord,
Now he has risen effortlessly.
And now sitting with the Father Almighty,
He will then come to judge the living and the dead.

But before that let us remember,
Different versions, but for the most he was born in December.
His sacrifice will prosper,
In our hearts it will be remembered.

Happy Birthday!

Unsung Hero

The man who shares his seat to the elderly,
In the bus when nobody cares to see.

He always checks his environment,
When he is buying an important ticket.
Checking if he will see a woman trying hard carrying a baby,
He intended to give his place for that lady.

The one who always says thank you,
After the vendor gives the change that is due.

He is lenient overlooking little things,
Just for the sake of avoiding conflict.

He does not want hate and war,
He wants peace.
Not because he is incapable,
But because he just came from it.

A man who always smiles,
When a stranger gives him a stare.

For the dogs, showing the teeth is intimidating,
But he is showing his teeth for the sake of smiling.
To lift the spirit,
To kill the awkwardness.

His eyes are teary when he smiles,
Those eyes that have seen almost ever man's kind.

He knows everyone will take advantage if given a chance,
Thus he gives his advantage for the weak and deprived.

Might not be the only one in this world,
But he can't be described by a common word.

I always see him in everyday,
He too always smiles at me.

When I look at the mirror,
It's him I see.

Kathang Isip (Hango sa bobo kong pag-iisip.)

Isang araw, tanghali na ng ako'y nagising,
Isang mensahe galing sa kaibigan agad kong napansin.
May magandang balita raw na parating,
Ako'y natuwa, Crush ko sa opisina,
May pag asang makilala.

Ako'y naghanda, nagbihis ng maganda,
Sumisipol habang tumatawa.
Imahinasyong mapaglaro, mapag-anyaya.
Forever sa piling nya naaaninag, nakikita.

At ganun nga ako ay pumasok na at nagpatuloy,
Umiilag sa init ng araw para damit ay di mangamoy.
Habang nandun na ilang oras inisip kung ano ang sasabihin,
Isip ko'y hinahasa at pilit minemorya,

Mga katagang sasabihin, punchline at iba pa,
Upang pag uusap natin di boring, maging masaya.
At dumating na oras pero bakit wala pa,
Ok lang baka sa break nalang nila.

Dumating na end of shift ko wala parin,
Unti unting bumabaon sa isip ko lumalalim.
Impossible nga yata na pumayag makipagkilala,
Nakalimutan ko isa siyang prinsesa.

Isang dyosa na animo'y hulog ng langit,
Kay ganda niya nakakalimutan kong pumikit.
Di bale na kung di ko siya makilala,
Basta sana lang makita ko siya minsan.

Ako ay umuwi, di ko na inisip kung bakit,
Puso ko parang dinurog sa lamig.
Ito nga yata ibig sabihin ng malamig na pasko,
Di pasko pero ang lamig na.

Di naman siguro masamang mangarap,
Atleast kanina ako'y sumaya.
Napangiti ng di ko nahahalata,

Isang kathang isip na gusto ko paniwalaan,
Alam ko namang sa huli masasampal ng katotohanan.
Ngunit tingnan ka ay isang karangalan,

Ang ikaw ay makasama ay parang lakad sa tubig,
Sa imahinasyon ko nalang itutuloy ang ating pag-ibig.

Pinto

At kahit anong ulit hilingin,
Sa langit pinagdasal na ng taimtim.
Mukha mong kay ganda,
Sana isang umaga, makapiling ko na.

Sana hindi nalang pangarap ang makasama ka,
Kundi aaraw-arawin na.
Mata mong mapang-akit,
Mga haplos mong maaruga.

Malambot mong boses,
Narinig kong magpasalamat.
Nung binuksan ko ang pinto,
Isang masayang oras.

Pinadaan lang kita,
Mundo ko'y huminto,
Pano pa kaya kung mapasakin,
Ang busilak mong puso.

Crush'ed

Sound so silent it fills the room. 

An awful sign of the already bad devotion.

A mixture of disaster in a basket case.

Worn out feelings of what used to be blessed.

Six or Nine will depends on how you see,

Perception is the word, It is the key. 

I wish I had never drink the cup,

Now I know a lot of things which made me feel bad.

The more I discover colors,

The more I lose mine. 

When we get closer to somebody,

The more we see their frailty.

I got closer, I saw her thorns and scars.

I just wondered how she was so beautiful in the past.

Is it because I was so shy to look at her face?

Or was just afraid she'll caught me looking.

So my mind created an image of her.

Made it so perfect I created my own reality.

And made it so real I forgot myself,

But I woke up shortly afterwards. 

I would have wanted it forever.

Forgetting myself so you'll be mine. 

How Black is Black

With a color changing hue,
I tried to paint my grey life.

And in the effort of making it colorful,
I have painted it with a lot of colors,

It looks good at first,
Only to realize black is all the colors mixed,

And in the end I can't get it back.
My once peaceful, simple life,

Has now become a rack.

Demi Urgus

And I turned the lights off in my room,
In the darkness I turned the music to it's full volume.
I danced without any steps,
I never noticed the smile on my face.

A sudden rush of emotion I felt,
I smile as the tears run down my face.
If this darkness isn't enough then I'll close my eyes,
Hoping to see you on my mind, please give me more smiles.

The Irony

Roses are red, violets are blue.
Who painted the ceiling red,
When it should be all blue?

I came to experience the world,
But I ended up watching and terrified.
The beauty of it is undeniably tempting,
But there's just a lot to be disgusted off, an ill feeling.

In fact all of it can be solve by one simple solution,
That is called information.
Some might find it soon,
But others don't deserve anything at all.

And though how important we want to be heard,
Tried shouting but still suppressed.

We will eventually come to the point,
Where the truth we believe will be questioned,
Not by others but by our own selves.
We will then get confused,
Change our whole perception, Blow our fuse.

The negative irony in our life,
The destiny we are trying to avoid,
Are the things we made in our mind,
When we are at the peak of our weakness.
Is it really an answer we are seeking?,
Or just demise we are hoping?,

We are all hypocrites,
For when we don't want to believe is the time you ask for the other side of the story.

Royal Flush

And as I lay these last words for you,
Sweetened by the sugar phrases meant so true.
Despite the hunger to survive my endless demise,
I still found myself in the middle of scrutiny.

For what did I do to offend the Gods,
Seems my life has always been so rough.
But I am wise enough to lay in the best of my cards,
In times where I feel I have the upper hand.

If life is a poker,
Then I will be the joker.
I will not be included,
Not recognized, Nor paired.

There's just sometimes there's no value,
Like singing some songs in mono.
And should we try to find our complete stereo,
Someday I hope it will come true.

I never thought that was intentional,
We had misunderstandings but we didn't say it in actual.
There comes a time I want to say something to you,
But you blocked it like you didn't want to.

You're are so intelligent yet you're so naive with what I feel for you.
I never thought you couldn't understand what was just a fluke.
I want to run every afternoon at the track,
But that is where you are always at, your territory in fact.

And I don't want to ever see you again.
Nor remember the things we could have had,
Thought you were perfect but in simple things you get so mad.
And I am not in the mood to pamper an angry child.

If ever we will meet again,
I'll try to give you my best smile.
If I won't be able to do it then please understand,
Of all the people I thought would know,
You were the last one to show.

Roses are red, Violets are blue.
Don't speak, never fall inlove with miss Blue.
Ever again.

Silence is Violent

Upon hearing the words of silence,
You can't help but notice,
A drastic change in the sound on your ears.

As violent as a boiling water on a kettle,
So vehement we can't control.
It can't settle so aggressive,
My once love for you has become repulsive.

If this is the sound we want to hear,
Then I myself am not sure if I can bear.
The bare sound of silence itself is manic,
Just why is it so silent yet also erratic?

Have you tried waking up one afternoon?,
That time you found out nobody's at home,
The family is out somewhere,
You suddenly feel so alone.

Silence is not always the pure absence of sound,
But sometimes just the lack of the ones creating it.

I have listened to silence,
It's like a radio frequency ringing in my ears,
I realized the chance of having somebody shut up is much higher,
Than having them talk when they don't desire.

So upon hearing the silence,
Which is created by my heart's nothingness.
And amplified by this feeling of loneliness.
I then rest my case closed,
Silence is violent and I am sure.

Ang Babae sa Pantry

Di ko na mabilang ilang araw ang lumipas,
Mula nung una kitang makita sa aking landas.
Paharang harang na parang di alam kung san pupunta,
Nagbago lahat nong nakita ang iyong mga mata.

Napakaganda, parang painting ni Mona Lisa,
Kumiskislap na parang isang malaking tala.
Ako'y nanlamig, Di ko maigalaw ng tama,
Itong katawan kong araw araw ko sanang sinasanay.

Araw-araw akong nag abang,
Pabalik-balik sa lugar kung saan kita unang nakita.
At sa bawat pagdating ko sa lugar na yon ay may kaba,
"Andito kaya siya?"

Minsan ay nanjan, Kadalasan ika'y wala,
Pero okay lang sakin basta may chance na makita,
Kulay rosas mong mukha, maninipis mong labi,
At ang natatangi mong ngiti.

Yung mga ngiti na,
Parang maiinit na halik dumadampi saking pisngi.
Hindi man magiging tayo,
Atleast nakalapit ako sayo.

Hindi ko alam kung ako ang iyong tinitingnan,
O baka nakatingin ka lang sa bandang likuran,
Baka ma kasama ka lang,
Na siya mong tinititigan.

Bahala na kahit ganun,
Basta nakita ko ang yong mukha.
Ganun ka pala kaganda pag tumatawa,
Nakakahalina, parang pinagbabawal na droga.

At sa susunod ulit na pagkikita,
Sana bukas andito ka, o kung pwede please mamaya na.
Isang regalo ng may kapal na kung makilala ka,
Pano pa kaya kung mayakap pa kita.