Handprints on my glass

Retreat-melancholia 12.15.18 Choosing a path between sweet sentimentality and heartbreaking empathy while bubbling with ignited storytelling about life’s fast speed but the daydreams of childhood suddenly replaced by sad recent reality and seeing yourself drowning in your own flood that you have made by drinking burning liquor and smoking and  inhaling vaporized weed Reaching  million stars then from appealing shade yet forgotten and fade.  You forgot your lineage and the happy memories for you forgot to live Living alone in a poignant nook as a dark and gloomy soul So occupied then and enjoying your wicked vices, both somehow interweave She left you along with your brood, along with your dream Your castle in the sky crumbled like a shattered wall Forlorn and abandoned in a secluded quarter full of scream. Then you woke up from a lurid nightmare and deranged delusions And you thank Him for a second chance and wept remorse You gathered the tiny pieces of your crumbled v

Ang pananampalataya ni Inay Noong ako ay musmos pa Namalas ko ang iyong pagluha Sa isang pagsamba Sa mura kong isip Di ko malirip Kung bakit nabasa ng luha ang iyong mga mata? Di ko naman nakita ang lungkot Sa pagmulat ng mata pagkatapos ng panalangin Mas nakita ko ang mga ngiti sa iyong mga labi Na animo'y naging kalakasan mo ang naturang pagluha Ako ay lubos na nagtaka Ano ang meron sa aking ina? Nang magbinata naman Ako ay iyong tinuruan Na magpanata sa Kaniya Ilapit ang lahat kong adhika Mula sa pag-aaral, sa mga problema Pinansiyal, maliliit na bagay Hanggang sa malaki Hanggang sa pag-aasawa sa Kaniya isangguni Ni isang hiling hindi ako nabigo Humanga sa itinuro mong paraan Sa pananalig at tamang pamumuhay Hanga ako sa iyo Inay! Nang mag-asawa ay lalo kong nakita Ang alab sa iyong puso at ang sigla Sa paglilingkod sa Ama lalong umigting Sa naging rebelde kong isip ako ay napaiiling Nanghawak kasi ako sa sariling talino At lawak ng kaalaman N

Shed light on the mystery (7.06.18) As hundreds of tiny spiders dangling From short silk threads floated in the sky Impossible aerial antics as we marveled But only God knows how and why. Three hundred billion stars in our galaxy One hundred billion galaxies in the observable Universe But no stellar collision in space as we astound by God’s creation, shook the heads of the observers. The mighty and potent hand of the ant A tiny creepy-crawly in this vast and immense land Can carry load five thousand times of its body weight Amazed by this stance, do you see the God’s hand? A man formed from the dust of the earth But why is there gold in the human body? And have around seven octillion atoms Baffled by God’s wit, it’s a pure mystery. Million troubles, for you are a man of tribulations Wounded soul, under par spirit and decaying body Still embraced and rose by unceasing love of the Maker Faith and the power of God shed light on the mystery.

Green is the color of her skin And as dreadful as evil is her grin With foul and obnoxious tongue Unbearable words of lingo and slang Oh how could she sleep at night? For she’s a nightmare at her own fright And an awful view in the moonlight She thought she worked hard overnight And believed she has all the magic and might She has an eye as powerful as a telescope She use it to encroach like a cockroach She has a pack of forty great wolves And forty crows and a swarm of black bees And a group of Winkie slaves like monkeys She will give you apple and carrot to fall asleep Then slash you to death, whip you till you weep She did not carry a broom but rather an umbrella Don’t know why, perhaps she'll use it for her pralala She wants to steal your silver shoes Shoes of happiness for her to use For she don’t have a family, so afraid to dark She’s like a coward dog who loves to bark Afraid to water for it will purify her soul We’re just waiting for her grandest fall

          Nobody knows you when you're down and out As people love the winner and mock the loser They will take your failure into a lenghty spout While your face will be stained by dust and mud And your darkest road will still be covered by fog Over your head is a lonely and heavy piece of cloud And seems a super storm will test your might.               But let it rain              Let the rain wash your face                from mud and all the stain              Let It rain              And let its wind            to air condition your brain          Let the raindrops flow              on your souls              To cleanse your heart              from sorrow and pain.                    Remember that the ones who have coins enjoyed the bliss of rain              While the ones who have notes are afraid and busy seeking for shelter This is not the end of road And the end of world Life has many paths to offer Walk, shine or even gloom and crawl But ne