What Life?: June 2007

What Life?

- Shoving life's stupidities down my throat and trying to love it - and then some -

Friday, June 29, 2007

TADDA!!!

the finish line seems closer...

im considering this my final draft for this one. i feel it is done. thanks to carolina for the input.

(formerly titled "Fear This" which was dumb. i justs didnt have anything...)

Capitulation

What veracity to those who would deny
the whimsies of fate as the tendrils spring forth
from the ground to consume not because of anger
but of love? To bring one not to their doom
but to an enlightened height no person has ever been,
to find ones self not in the grain of sand
but in the world, everything and in him.
But why deny this happiness into your heart?
Why open the box Pandora had kept shut?
Are we such that man cannot live perfectly?
Or is it just truth, that we have all lost sanity?
Deny, deny the perfection of the moment
For what? The better next? Is there a next?
Face to face with the convictions of our selves,
is this how the angels hide in the darkness?
How the illuminated blinds themselves,
spooning out the single eye from which they see!
Heaven cries from the clouds, for this,
for this place angels, blind, have built,
heaven cries the single tear for this.

For the Few

The valley looks wider from atop the cliffs...

Flinch

Europe sheds all of my blood
And it enjoys that scarlet flood
My countrymen at distance, watch
As they pass at pace of the march
Be it narcolepsy, loyalty, my drink
All be it bring me to some brink
I let this rape pass, ill let it be
Because I know better than to flee
My love, in the other direction wont slide
Even the rage will one day subside
I know better than to abandon
Those I’ve grown to care for in the passing season

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Edited with a Vengeance

Because I'm pretty sure you can, please dont hurt me...

thanks to rica's glorious editorial skills YAY! anyways they're done they make better sense now LOL thanks rica and sorry i made your brain go squish...

these are probably the final drafts considering the past drafts done on paper and now that they've been made to mean something >.<

Layang Lipad Amihan

isang tingin, sila’y nag-alisan,
tulad ng dahon sa amihan.
lumilipad na parang uwak,
takas sa pinagsilungang tangkay
walang pagsisisi at walang awa
para sa naiwanan
sa munting braso
ng punong pinagtubuan,
dala lamang ay kalayaan.
nilisan nila ang hinagpis,
at ang inalaala lamang
ay ang mga napaglisanan.
kahit sandali lamang,
awit ng puso'y rinig ng langit
sa lakbay nitong kung saan
dalhin ng ihip ng hangin
kahit lupa pa man ang hantungan
ng dahong naglisan,
para lamang matikman—
kahit pa maging luntiang abo—
ang layang lipad amihan




aliw baliw giliw

kung saan ang ilaw ay napupundi, dumidilim. di naririnig ang sigaw sa gabi sa tulin ng marupok kong sigbi

aliw aliw, lipad sa ‘king tabi—kahit ang pagpagkurap ng sindi ng ilaw, ‘di mapipigil aking mga labi.

sa pagtalon ng paslit, walang sukatan, ang akyat-baba, nakayapak, di na makita ang pinagkaiba nitong mga liwaliw

di makapaniwala, ibinubulong ng katotohanan aliw aliw walang kabayaran ang galaw ng baliw

baliw baliw, tinatawag ng sindi sa ng nagkiskisang bato, ihip-buga sa hapdi ng pagdaan
talim talim lalim

walang kaluluwang aari sa dilim, walang nakikita sa dilim, di mahahanap ang ilaw sa dilim

bulag ang alipin, pipi ang aking hangin, bingi ang tagatanggap ng iyong paulit-ulit, paulit-ulit na galaw

yugyugin ang mundo nang maabot muli ang tuktok ng bundok, ako’y dalhin mo giliw

galaw galaw na walang hangganan, walang-katapusang aliw aliw, tingnan mo ang mga mata sa dilim

biglang may makikitang apoy, sunog sa loobang mainit, sa gitna ng kadilimang dumadagan sa dibdib.

sa katapusan,makikita ang aliw aliw sa kaibuturan ng kaluluwang nasagip sa dilim,

sa dilim, kadiliman ngayo’y tibagin sa liyab ng mata, sa pagtama ng mga tingin sa katapusan ng aliw giliw

EDIT: this post has been edited by your friendly neighborhood Kittie, most because the poems' font was too tiny.

Lots of love!

- Rica

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

SUPRISE!!!!

who knew, two in one day HAHAHAHAHA


Ice cream dreams

The ice cream truck plays the limerick
And the promise of rendition
Snack follows the sweet medley
And then the sugar rush
But the streets will dim those lights
The children will go home
Streets empty as they should
Soon enough those eyes will close
Coma ensues after the rush
Yet another penny in the wishing well
And those ice cream dreams
Melt, digest, excrement

Soup, Soup, Soup

rolling, on and on, the stone would go, if physics would permit

first i must apologize for the blog titles. soup has been stuck in my mind for the past few days (maybe months). i like soup... soup good.

heres a new flip poem. pretty straight forward. no real interpretation needed =p.


sa bibig ng buwaya

ba’t ang lawin, ang tuka’y sisilbihin
bibig ng buwaya, pangil ay sakim
diba’t iiwasan, dapat inggat ihayag
di kaylangan peligro para lamang
makakain muli at gutom supilin
ng isa pang araw, at sa bukas
di alam saan muling hahanapin
matalas ang patalim, panga’y sibik
nagaantay iyong ingat ipagliban
isang segundo, di mamamalayan
iyong buhay, iyong kaluluwa
ilulubog sa tiyan ng hangganan
para lamang ang sakit, maiahon
sa isang sandaling kapalit nama’y
di kaylan may, maipapatas halaga
kung iyong sarili ang salapi
gagamitin sa pagbili ng isang araw
na pang himas, pang himahog
ng sakit ng buhay, iyong tungkulin

Sunday, June 17, 2007

No More Soup!!!

And it rains...


LOL finally finished one that isnt in Filipino. I hope its good xD


Fear This


What veracity to those who would deny

the whimsies of fate as the tendrils spring forth

from the ground to consume not because of anger

but of love, to bring one not to their doom

but to an enlightened height no person has ever been,

to find ones self not in the grain of sand

but in the world, everything and in him.

But why deny this happiness into your heart?

Why open the box Pandora had kept shut?

Are we such that man cannot live perfectly?

Or is it just truth, that we have all lost sanity?

Deny, deny the perfection of the moment

For what? The better next? Is there a next?

Face to face with the convictions of our selves,

is this how the angels hide in the darkness?

How the illuminated blinds themselves,

spooning out the single eye from which they see!

Heaven cries from the clouds, for this,

for this place angels, blind, have built,

heaven cries the single tear for this.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Errrrr....

my apologies...

As my dear friend Rica pointed out, i must apologies for my pathetic attempts at writing in Filipino without my trusty spelling checker...

With her consent I'd like her to come aboard and edit my stuff because I'm pretty sure there's no Filipino spelling checker programs for Microsoft Word, where I do most of my writing...

And here is where I think I start begging..... PREEEEEEESHHHHH

=P

Thursday, June 07, 2007

More of that Soup

I know I've been posting too much of the flip stuff, I'm sorry. I promise I'll get to work on the more international english programming that you all can understand.

layang lipad amihan

isang tingin, sila’y nag-alisan,
tulad ng dahon sa amihan.
lumilipad na parang uwak,
takas sa pinagsilungang tangkay
walang humpay at awa
para sa naiwanan
sa munting braso
ng punong pinagtubuan,
dala lamang ay kalayaan.
liban nila ang hinagpis
na lamang ang randam
ng mga napaglisanan
kahit sandali lamang,
awit ng puso'y rinig ng langit
sa lakbay nitong kung saan
dalhin ng ihip ng hangin
kahit lupa pa man ang hantungan
ng dahong naglisan,
para lamang matikman—
kahit pa maging luntiang abo—
ang layang lipad amihan