A Promise


I won’t make a promise that I can’t keep
The brave know better than to boast and fail
I vow to make you smile before you sleep

When the world sends you crumpling in a heap
I can’t leave you alone in your travail
I won’t make a promise that I can’t keep

When days start to slow down to a creep
I’ll spin the dull day into a grand tale
I vow to make you smile before you sleep

Though words are often a little too cheap
And time can make all men turn pale
I won’t make a promise that I can’t keep

One day, if ever your bright eyes weep
However small or grand the problem’s scale
I vow to make you smile before you sleep

Though at times it’ll seem we’re in too deep
And all our plans, like trains derail
I won’t make a promise that I can’t keep
I vow to make you smile before you sleep

Evanesco


True magicians never reveal their secrets.
It is the mystery that keeps the audience hooked,
Trick upon trick, we are drawn deeper and deeper;
Pulled into the lullaby of illusion and belief.
For the mystery was meant to be the main attraction
And suspension of disbelief, the star of the show.
A brief moment of wonderment to be enjoyed as it is.
Yet there will always be that one person
Who chases after every puff of smoke
Who lingers on the stage after the curtain has fallen
On another disappearing act.

Dear Facebook User, A Set of Tankas


I.
I check at first light
If you’re on the other side.
A grayed out link;
Not certain if I should feel
The awkward sighs of longing.

II.
A broken routine;
Didn’t think it would matter.
Days ending slower;
Thoughts would often stray away;
It mattered more than I thought.

III.
When it is awkward
To say that you miss someone,
Why silence the soul?
What rules for interaction
Govern muted emotion?

IV.
Perhaps it’s nothing;
No need to worry or fret.
And yet, I wonder
Am I able to reach you?
How high are the walls you’ve built?

V.
Masks, smoke, and mirrors
A carnival of colors
Lost in a fun house
Out goes the indoor lighting
In darkness, I’m still searching

Low Pressure Area


Caught in the rain; drained brain fluids; thinking
‘Neath the flood, blood pumping, sinking.
Drenched cold, warm flushed blushed cheeks.
Drowned out, pitter-patter, a soft voice speaks
Bullfrog croaks. Chokes. Swallows pride.
No decision; stay or run; run and gun outside
Inside: no reward, no risk of fever.
Of stellar umbrellas never was a believer.
Crack of thunder. A blunder. Lightning flash.
Accident prone zone traversed in a dash.
A slide, glide, fall, roll, tumble
Winds howl, growl, scowl, laugh, rumble
Reassemble shattered glass; fell right on your ass.
Sloped road don’t bode well; mud on grass.
Inertia. Acceleration with watered down friction.
These thoughts of falling, they mess with my diction.
Stutter. Shiver. Chill. Trying to play it cool.
Kids in a pool. New rule. Trying to act a fool.
Soaked clothes. Wet roads. Lips are bleeding;
Hard bite. Silent night. Unsaid words repeating.
Rubbing hands together. Hands in prayer. Linger.
Burned by fever. I fear her. Strong but weaker.
Nearer yet further. It looks all downhill.
The damned dam moans, groans, ready to spill.
Waters swill. They say these rains can kill.
I know the drill yet the fire in me rages still.

A bad case of insomnia


Ako’y pumapalag ngunit ayoko pumiglas;
Galaw ng galaw ayaw naman kumalas.
Di makalisan; di naman nakakulong.
Nahihirapan ngunit ayaw sa tulong.
Malaya naman ngunit isang bilanggo.
Umiiling ang isip; puso’y tumatanggo.
Maliwanag na bukas pero nakatira sa kahapon.
Ginituang pagkakataon laging tinatapon.
Di makalayo kahit di nakakadena;
Nakakulong parin sa mga lumang eksena.
Kainuman lagi si kumpareng Alaala;
Tagay ng tagay tas sa huli tutumba.
Okay na ang lahat tapos maghahahanap;
Pipilitin talaga basta makasulyap.
Paano mo iiwan ang nakaraan
Kung bawat hakbang mo ay may binabalikan?
Oo nga at alam mo na lahat ng ito
Pero kung kumilos ka para litong-lito.
Simple lang naman kasi ang solusyon
Wag ka na lang diyan magambisyon.
Wala na. Tapos na. Itikom ang bibig
Dahil kahit ikaw sa iba na napaibig.
Sapat na yon para ang katapusan ay ihudyat;
Ngunit bakit di ko masara itong aklat?

Sige, comment pa!


Mga asong ulol na humahagulgol
Tila mo walang bukas kung makatahol
Pag nakarinig yan ng umuungol
Sasabay na naman doon sa kumakahol

Bukas ng bunganga bago ang isip
Madalas naman sa malakas kung sumipsip
Susunod-sunod lang kung saan ang ihip
Kung saan may gulo tiyak doon sisilip

Mga asong ulol na may micropono
Ang lakas kumanta ng wala sa tono
Basta may masabi ay mag-kokomento
Walang pakialam mabangga ang sino

Wala sa bokabularyo ang katahimikan
Sa asta parang lagi nasa himagsikan
Pero pagtinanong anong pinaglalaban
Ang asong ulol tiyak magliliban

**Swak kasi yung metaphor nila Migz at Pao P. sa asong ulol e **

The Wolves of Winterfell


*A Rains of Castamere extension*

So fierce and proud, the young wolf howled as he glanced to the west.
With fangs all bare, the pack did dare the lions to the test.
No fear of loss and no fear of death; they marched towards the Rock.
With every win in every field, they dared to push their luck.

And so they howled, and so they barked, those wolves of Winterfell.
Their king is dead, he lost his head. He’s howling songs in hell.
They all lie dead. See how they bled. The wolves of winter fell.

The King in the North

Wintertime


It hath been many a moon since my spirit soared
For rhyme and rhythm refuse to call me lord.
That river of words that never ceased to flow
Now lie frozen and still in its blanket of snow.

In this winter of lies, only the winds dare howl.
Yes, it wails of its secrets; a darkness most foul.
It whispers of a promise in summer once made.
A promise betrayed when fair weather hath fade.

And the frost has but bitterly bitten my lips.
Sewing it shut as it steals all my quips.
While sealing the secrets in a prison of ice
The sword I once wielded lie webbed in the lies.

I look but I’m blinded by snow all around.
I cry out for help but I can’t make a sound.
Lost hope in the ice, my eyes fail to see
And I lost my voice when I lied to thee.

To my future self among others


On this eve of my 26th birthday, I look back at my life thus far.
In case one day you feel lost, let this be your guiding star.
For fate has weaved a pattern of intricate twists and turns
Of victories and harsh defeats, of smiles and tears that burn.

Where the fighting is the thickest, let them find you there
Don’t cower in the corners nor hide from danger’s stare.
For what you will regret the most are not the battles that you’ve lost,
Rather it is the wars that you refused to fight that’ll bear a heavier cost.

Yes, fear will be your nemesis until now it haunts me so.
It stems from deep inside of me and that is all I know.
It clings to every insecurity and breathes out great despair,
Keeping you from living life and blinds you from all that’s fair.

You are never powerless even though you’ll feel that way
When things begin to fall apart and your soul is led astray.
It is from your own mind where the pressure mostly stems.
Please learn to relax sometimes lest the pressure overwhelms.

Remember that you will forever be your own greatest critic.
Don’t let your failed expectations transform you to a cynic.
Leave some questions unanswered even for a just a day.
In an argument, keep in mind, you don’t need the final say.

There maybe dark times ahead, it’ll keep things interesting.
Promise me that you’ll fight to live rather than just existing.
I won’t say that everything will be fine because I’m not really sure.
Remember that life is not a disease to which you need a cure.
You started out a miracle and as a miracle you will endure.