Anino

pinagmamasdan kita, sa katirikan ng araw

habang sa bawat hakbang ko, ikaw

rin ay sumasabay

isang anghel

sa lawak ng plasa, sa gitna ng pag iisa

naroroon ka, at tayo ay dalawa

sinabi nilang wala kang mukha

o isip, o damdamin, o diwa

ngunit alam kong ikaw,

sa gitna ng plasa, sa aking pag iisa

tayo ay dalawa

di ko matanto ang hubog ng iyong palad

batid ko lamang na iyon ay laging bukas

sa bawat aking pagkadapa, 

isa kang anghel na walang mukha

December

I'll stay by the river,
only because it is summer
And I wouldn't hesitate
roll, or jump at the bridge
Ride a boat, or run around
And Lilies would grow everywhere
Only because it is summer.

I'll sit by the river,
only because it is September
Though rains may pour quite a bit
Wouldn't mind a shower
Sprinkle down, cascade down
And wash away, rejuvinate
September.

I'll wait by the river
as it ends, and begins in October
And I wouldn't mind the breeze
play my guitar by near dusk
Sing with it, dance with it
And I would see a light coming
In this beautiful October.

I'll be with the river
if you come by November
And I would wait at the gazebo
sit there, stand there, fixing my hair
Wear beauty, as I'm always reminded
And I would wait for you
Beginning this November.

I'll smile, I'll cry, I'll laugh, by the river
as you walk close, closer than December
And I wouldn't mind, the time
be here, you came, your touch
Wouldn't be more prettier than anything else
And I will love you
December.

But I know YOU

I may not know why,
But I know You
And when I've known, I'll know
I am scared,
But I know You
And I know, I am brave
I am weak,
But I know You
And I know, I will be strong

I may only know You now
But knowing You
Is the greatest knowledge
I know..

don't let the rain

Missed the train and it's almost midnight
I feel the chill coming close
I've been standing here for like forever
And the night's getting deep

Fewer people coming out to the platform
Desperate of the time
It's getting late, probably morn'n
And the train  hasn't yet come

And I look at my clock, and I look at the minutes
And I look at everyone, every face there is
And I hope to catch a single memory

And I hope, the train would stop the rain


Don't tell me it's going to rain,
not yet now, the train's still out
Don't want the rain to fall down now,

Not yet, not now

 

He's leaning on his back like it was his cradle

He's standing in the center of the train

He's staring blankly, deeply, wonderfully,

And I'm lost in thinking why

 

His stillness was moving slowly with the train
Like it was his motion

It stopped gently and doors slid open

He seems to get awakened by reality

How could time be so much a constraint
And space be an obstacle
My train is here now,
but his face was gone.

How could things be so confusing
I've waited hundred times
I've fallen many tears
in this train, in the rain.

mirage

If I walk down
And I blend in,

If I try,
Could I find?

If I think I saw
And followed you

in the crowd,
Would you turn around?

If I walk up,
Turn up, speak up,

If I try,
Would you mind?

If I felt I saw
Then I touched

If I do, if I say
Would you know?

If you were,
If you are,

Walk up,
Turn up, speak up

If YOU only are..

mirage...

Handful

how clean is a hand that's a handful of little things?

   no matter the size, the color,and the weight it bore

      it's never clean, no matter how empty

how clean is a hand that's a handful of mud?

   washed it all over, but the stink,

      it's still there, it never would leave

how clear is an eye to see a handful 

   no matter the vision, the color, and the sight it bore

      it's never clear, no matter how fair

how clear is an eye to a handful of dust

   rub it against the handful, what do you get?

      it'll never be clean, nor clear, nor perfect

how pure is one's soul that's mortal in nature?

   living, existing in a world of perfection

     cast no sin, speak nothing bad

       

and then we'll see, in His time

   the clean, the clear, 

     from this handful of tears...

valley morning sun

heat in the morning from the sunny side up plates in my table, yolks are

as yellow as the

valley morning sun. keeps me standing, looking far, beyond,

i see the few fresh rays of

a lovely morn

creamers, sugar, bitterness of beans brewed, aroma

as dark as the fading dawn, silenced by the

valley morning sun. 

illuminating, trapped amidst Bernardos

and Sierra Madre, and heights of Antipolo

rising valley sun, 

keeps me, on the run.

was i born, in a valley somewhere north

and now lived, valley still,

amidst a busy new world

and now I live, valley still,

savoring still, freshness and dews,

rising valley sun,

valley morning sun,

you are my homerun.

ilog (2)

I would travel a lot. leave this place, and live away for a while. I would grow and build my own. 

but i'll come back, in this marshy waters, in this lily-filled river, in this ...place. a place I've known since that one summer day. 

a place where i learned to laugh amidst all fears and uncertainties. 

where i met the sun, beaming its rays on my face. 

where i used to rest when I'm tired. 

Where I felt warmth.

And that day of my return, I'll find. I will finally find.

Grain

I'm bigger than my clothes
they don't fit me


at all

My feet are bigger than my shoes and I can't take a few more steps

My clothes are smaller than I
I can't fit

to them

MY shoes are smaller than my
feet,

It can't carry me no more

I'm a giant in this little place
I'll shrink if I want,
but no I won't. My dreams are bigger than myself, and in this world

I am...

I can..

I will..

and everything else small is

just a grain.

pieces

every piece of which
i wore, the sense,
..feel it, it's all

that is possible.

every piece of,
that i have is
like, it's all

that is possible.

all my memories of , that's
with you
are the only
   that i have

that which i cherish, every
sense of it, feel,
it's only... it's all...

and everything of it

keeps me going.

GO

where your dreams take you
but
please go, and think of me..

go and get what life gives you
the most but
please go, and carry me

go, but please forget not
what is it that we had
we had, then and now

and please go

and think of me

Write to Me

I write to you

in the light of June

the sun is at ease

nevertheless...

I write to you

while I am nestled 

curled down thinking

of you...

Hundred times

I write to

you, anything,

everything...

I write, wishfully,

wishfully, wishing

it will

be read...

And wishfully,

faithfully, praying

you write to me

finally....