prostitute

The rain is calling out her name
Please help her through the pain
It's been so long since she last prayed
For Your mercy.

Hope give her strength for another day,
God give her a break from this cruel game.

She sells herself for her mistakes
She gives her soul for a better mate.
No time to cry herself to sleep,
Her heart can only keep...

The tears she couldn't show anyone,
The love she had for a vanished son.

Bridge:

But if she opened her door
Would you comfort her?
And if she told you her life,
Would you listen?
If she broke down and cried,
Would you wipe her tears?
If she gave you her love,
Would you take her?

recycled

Naputol ang sinulid na tinahi,
Upang ika'y maikubli sa mundo.

Pinagtagpi-tagpi ang tela,
Para sa sirang puso:
Pwede na muling gamitin,
Nang iba'y makasuot
Damit na pinaglumaan
Kahit maraming gusot.

beatle

I never thought this would be
Anything more than a game.

You called me your silly girl dear,
You were my beatle in lime.

You'd dress up all out of style,
I'd laugh out my heart 'til I cry.

You broke down all of my pride,
And watched how I slowly die.

You used all your magic on me,
And now I fear that you might bleed.

Now I realize how you get to me
Now I see how you set me free
'Cause now I can fly like your planes in the sky
Just hope I can be that girl in your eyes.

You often wonder why you came in this world,
I often wish you're for me.

You prey upon you star,
This pain might leave a scar.

Try my lies.
Keep me high.

Broken boy I'll be here for you.
You have brought me closer this time,
To a world I can never surrender.

Fate

We live in different sides of the universe.
Surely we shouldn't have doubted
Fate for bringing us together
Here, at this star, so small yet so bright.

We crossed every ocean, every land,
In search for something greater than ourselves.
We found the grand design,
That meant for me to finally meet you.

I keep on wondering about this day.
To trust on chance that she was untrue.
That every little detail, every narrow road,
brought me precisely to you.

Certainty is hard to grasp.
Faith, I had called for in each sorrow,
A virtue I tried my best to keep in check,
Believing life would not stray me from you.

Many times I prayed for all things to be in place,
Now I know the Lord was listening after all.
My prayers of thanksgiving, I sing in glee.
That God blessed me with love from thee.


I wish someday this poem I sing in truth, and love, and serenity.

tanong

Sino ka ba talaga?
Ano ba talagang gusto mo?
wag magtago sa gitara,
Kumanta ng iyong kanta.

Bakit ba gusto ka nila?
Bakit ba gusto rin kita?
Baka dahil gusto ka nila,
Tumitingin sa mata ng iba.

O baka dahil ayaw mo sila
At parang ayaw mo rin ako,
kaya't nais maangkin ka
Maging ang pipiliin mo.

Paano kung kasi mabait ka,
At laging mapagkumbaba,
Kami'y pinapatawa,
Binibigyang halaga.

my heart =p

bato na nga, nasasaktan pa rin...
O.o

the pope

the pope, he was drunk
And he was hiding behind the crimson room.
He was a holy man
No more.

We need his confession
As the world who confessed to him.
Up at the highest floor,
Venture forth for his version.

They wouldn't let us see him.
He was a busy man.
At the top of the tower
He works with his minions.

No one believed us.
If they only saw with their own eyes,
How he walked as drunk men do
Up to his crimson red covered room.

shells

He was far away and he wrote me a letter,
He whispered in my ears
how he longed for us:
"The shells, shaped like our bodies would nevel feel."
Like we were forever unable to feel each other,
As the ocean fills every grain of sand with its embrace.

But we did meet, somehow,
Under a mushroom tree - which could never be real
And then the rain fell down.

He carried our baby
As he coughed.
Perhaps because of the cold.
And he was sick.

He tried to hide it.
The baby shouldn't hear,
Shouldn't feel
The cough and the cold.

stranger

He was a stranger who I didn't love,
A friend I always wanted,
And a love I could have had
-but only in my dreams.

He changed and became the man I wanted
rather the man I didn't think he could become.
And he did.

And it hurts to know he is no longer the stranger I didn't love.

panibagong suliranin

Bakit ba kapag pinigil ang apoy
Parang lalo pang sumisiklab?
Liliyab, parang gusto lumaban.
May sariling buhay na ipinaglalaban,
Ayaw bitawan.

rose

My dear Rose
She needs my waters
She awaits for the world to tame her.
And follow her.

She loves like other roses:
the best way she can; beautifully.

She pierces his heart with her thorns
As if trying his love and patience.

Sa ilalim ng langit ng umaga
Kumikinang ang iyong mga mata
Sa ilalim ng tubig natutuliro
Hindi makahinga ang iyong puso

Kumalas ka sa kapit ng tinik
Rosas na puting nabahiran ng putik
Ang dating ganda , pilit binabalik
Dalawang pusong 'di dapat magtalik

Kumaliwa ng daan, hindi maaaring
Makita ang mukhang nahuhumaling
Sa dilim ng gabing wala ni isang bituin
Araw na alam nang mayroong ding taning

Ipikit ang mata sa pagsinag ng araw
Sa paghaplos ng init nananatiling maginaw
Isulong ang sirang panaginip ng kahapon
Sakaling maikukulong pa ang mailap na ibon

Dance

A beautiful melody
of laughters
Resounding
Living through the walls of this house

A piano plays
Music keeps dancing
All over
Another symphony after so many beginnings.

The world is moving
with the beat of our drums
Feet meet the ground
Dance life through water and sand

Sway me
Sway me
Take my hand and let's dance life through water and sand.
Free me
Free me
Give me your hand and let's make our beginnings.


After false fires
That burn deeper into our bodies.

Knight

Fly me over the oceans
Rescue me from the storms
Be my savior...

Guide me through your passions
Cover me with desire
Be my music...

For I am fragile
I need saving
The clowns I've drawn
For you to save me from.














Teach me to sway with the breeze
and smell the scent of blood red roses
Be my breath...

Let's walk with bare feet
Bury our souls under the sand
Be my mate...

For the world taught me to be weak
And wait for you to carry me
Up into the skies
Where there's no wind, water, nor fire.

My Silent Affair

I let us lie side by side. I didn’t know him. We were complete strangers before tonight. One could say I did know him, very well, but I just never saw his form with my mind until tonight. We are left in this dark room. I lie rigid at first. His right leg stretched over mine, his hand searching my waist, moving across my belly. Then slowly, softly he sings,

Hold me closer tiny dancer.

Count the headlights on the highway.

Lay me down in sheets of linen.

You had a busy day today.

I touch his hand and kiss his cheek. We lay there, knowing, understanding each other, without movement, without sound.

“Why?” I ask myself. Why do I let him take form?

Eventually, I stop questioning, knowing there would be no answer, at least not yet. I feel my nerves relaxing. I close my eyes. He wouldn’t hurt me; that I’m certain. He was my partner, my other half. His hand, trembling at first, is not threatening, and now it finds repose on my skin. He gave a soft sigh. I could feel his heartbeat calm down.

There are no words and no actions, and there is no sleep though I feel tired. Still I am revived. I am rested. So is he.

Morning comes. The door is still locked, and still there is no sound, no movement. Mercury is rising. The room is still dark though: there are no windows except for a small vent for air. He sweats. I open my eyes. He is looking at me. He says “Good morning,” and smiles the most beautiful smile. He moves a few inches away, giving me space to move and breathe. He hums a beautiful melody.

Afternoon comes. We embrace. He puts his head on my breasts. We finally succumb to slumber. I am his beloved pillow, and he is in turn my beloved doll. I am his ballerina; he is my pianist. He is my Omelas, and I must walk away.

The door opens. He is taken away. He looks at me one last time and smiles. I stay behind. We never see each other again. We didn’t even get the chance to know each other’s name. All I know is that we were one in silence, in that momentary embrace that made us feel unhampered. We were secure; we were intimate – almost dependent on each other. In that moment I was vulnerable, but it was alright, he would not hurt me.

Yes, I walked away because he is a dream, and forever will be a dream. He is not real. I made him up. If I sustain him, breathe life into his mouth, and love him, as I know I tend to, I would die of dreaming. I would have been content, we were perfect, but I know my soul would suffer from misuse. I would have been pouring my love to myself, not to my better half – not even to a real person. Then I would suffocate myself in the room I created. I would have been a coward, afraid of the disappointments, of the heartaches, of the complications. I would have been a fool dreaming her life away.

Yes, he is my lover. He is the specter who visits me at night. Then my mind pushes him away. My mind removes him from that little room in my imagination, because he is not good for me. I can’t be dependent on him. It pushes him away into these words where he could take form but could not harm me. He is my perfect lover, and so he must not win over me, for he would haunt my every relationship. He is my paradise; but the price would always be too much, even more important than utopia – life.

Works cited:

Elton John. Honky Chateau. Island, 1996.

Simon by Lifehouse

Catch your breath,
Hit the wall,
Scream out loud,
As you start to crawl
Back in your cage
The only place
Where they will
Leave you alone.
'Cause the weak will
Seek the weaker til they've broken them.
Could you get it back again?
Would it be the same?
Fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense,
Left you with no defense;
They tore it down.

(Chorus):
And I have felt the same as you,
I've felt the same as you,
I've felt the same.

Locked inside
The only place
Where you feel sheltered,
Where you feel safe.
You lost yourself
In your search to find
Something else to hide behind.

The fearful always preyed upon your confidence.
Did they see the consequence,
when they pushed you around?
The arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones,
Breaking them 'til they've become just another crown.

(Chorus)

Refuse to feel anything at all,
Refuse to slip,
Refuse to fall.
Can't be weak,
Can't stand still,
You watch your back 'cause no one will.
You don't know why they had to go this far,
Traded your worth for these scars,
For your only company.
And don't believe the lies
That they have told to you. Not one word was true
you're alright, you're alright, you're alright.

Fear by Sarah Mclachlan

Morning smiles
Like the face of a newborn child
Innocent unknowing
Winter’s end
Promises of a long lost friend
Speaks to me of comfort

But I fear
I have nothing to give
I have so much to lose
Here in this lonely place
Tangled up in our embrace
There’s nothing I’d like
Better than to fall
But I fear I have nothing to give

Wind in time
Rapes the flower trembling on the vine
Nothing yields to shelter it
From above
They say temptation will destroy our love
The never ending hunger

But I fear
I have nothing to give
I have so much to lose
Here in this lonely place
Tangled up in our embrace
There’s nothing I’d like
Better than to fall
But I fear
I have nothing to give
I have so much to lose
I have nothing to give
We have so much to lose...

Wash Away by vertical horizon

An old man lying by the road
Black as night
He's got his finger on the trigger
An easy target in sight
He's got no future, no family tree
He's got a three dollar bottle
And he drinks 'til he can't see
All night, all night...

A young girl waiting on a line
Eight a.m., she's got a six month old burden
Willpower's withering thin
An unwed mother beaten by her trade
Each week her welfare reminds her
Of mistakes she never made
Oh no...

Now what has that to say about tomorrow
What has that to show for today
Noah thought to build an ark
Before the heavens washed it all away
Away...

A baby crying through a dream
An afterthought
Mother is seething for pleasure
After the poison is bought
His eyes are tainted, staggered is his breath
Oh God, he's addicted
Addicted to death
Oh,no...

Tiny Dancer by elton john

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band

Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can't hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

ripples

In the chaos of my mind, I oftentimes find myself swimming across memories, both good and bad. I go into a dream-like state where I sometimes drown, and struggle to rise above the water of my own ideas.

The spiral of thoughts is like a whirlwind of memories sucking me in, and though I am powerless, I try to resist with so much effort that I strain myself. Thus in so many ways, I am resisting growth. As a tree grows its branches, it must undergo change inside and out – it must accept the rains, the winds, and the scorching heat of the sun, as well as the nourishment of the soil from beneath. It must undergo both pain and pleasure before it can grow. Thus there must be complete surrender to this spiral that embodies both inward and outward motion. Such is the nature of our memories. We must enter into a trance, succumb to the emotions in order to fuel motion, understanding, and self-knowledge, and finally to advance outwards. It is in fact in the unique patterns of our brains that we find ourselves in the rawest form – these patterns represented by the apparent chaos of our thoughts. In the disorder, we then find beauty, for in the upward and downward motion of a spiral, there is duality, there is yin and yang, there is balance. Only in the acceptance of this balance can we allow ourselves to be weak, trusting that in the imbalance, an avenue for discovering a new way to be sturdy will open up.

Thus is the cosmos of our memories – the unity of the conscious and the subconscious, a tapping of the still water which causes beautiful ripples, the unity of the earth and sky, the reflection of the past and the future in the present, time merged in a single moment.

Such was what my mind has feared of undergoing, the ultimate surrender, for in the powerlessness I feared to lose my sanity. I feared of falling, the pain is too much, and so I distracted myself of images, sounds, and movements, almost all from the outside. Thus my soul was stagnant where I stood. I wanted to forget the shame. I evaded the memories, hoping for oblivion to cover me, protect me from the pain. Every time I entered into a trance, I struggled to break free. I was afraid of confronting my demons. However the phantoms of my past, not so far away, kept haunting me, though I tried to suppress them. They kept on resurfacing, disturbing my calm waters. I didn’t welcome vulnerability, yet weaker I became.

In the end I had no peace, nothing could hide me from myself. Resolution: I jumped headfirst into the chaos I so long feared. I submitted to the whirls of memories that has impressed upon me an emotion so strong that it has to have form to be understood.

Surrender. And then Freedom.