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taglamig

(former reedited title:  taglamig,

at siya lang kaya ang dahilan?)

nung una pa lang,
ako'y namangha na
sa iyong ginagawa

ako rin ay lubusang
natutuwa sa matimyas
na hitsura ng iyong mukha

tila isa kang dalagang
pumukaw sa aking damdamin
iyong wangis parati
ang nasasalamin

bagkus, malayo ang ating agwat
bakit tila ako'y hindi papa-awat?

dahil kaya'y nasa lugar ka
na isa sa pinakagusto kong
puntahan at tirahan?

o baka naman itong
mismong lugar ko na tinitirahan
ay wala namang laman?

h'wag sana magpapahalata
ang langit sa aking kisame,
ang masulyapan ka'y
parang itong asul sa taas,

kaniyang pisngi

ngayong Taglamig na

sa ating mga bayan o kanayunan,
kakaiba talaga ang aking
nararamdaman

sapagkat nasaan ka man,
sa trabaho mo o sa kaniyang
piling man,
marahil wala ng magagawa
ang tulad ko kundi
ang ipagdasal ang iyong
tanging kaligayahan.

Aking Kaagapay

Tila siya ang babaeng parang

hangin para sa aking hininga

Dagliang ito ay mahirap makita

Magiging kasundo sa
lahat ng bagay,
para bang damit

na bumabagay

Puwede bang
isipin na si babae ay
parang isang paboritong

kanta?

Puwede rin ba na si babae ay

maging parang

mga titik sa

librong binabasa?

Kung puwede lang sana..

na ganun nga

at makakasundo
sa maraming bagay—

Matatawag si babae na

aking kaagapay—

tanging ang puso ay magsumamo

palagi raw matamis
ang "oo";
marami-rami
ang nagsasabing
kakilala ko

biglang tingin,
biglang liwanag—
mga awitin nating
nababanaag!

—kumusta ka
lahing bituin?
kay tanyag mong
piliin—

sana lang—sa
hapon na ito,
tanging ang puso
ay magsumamo

Lies

Not eyes

Are on you

You need to demonstrate

Worth to those who hate

Falsehoods and lies

Truth in disguise

Whispers comprise

A doubt in my heart

Blinding my eyes

Sorrow and sighs

Darkness will rise

My world falls apart

To live is to lie

To lie is to fall

To fall from grace

Is the greatest life of all

I'm walking by a place,

A place that has lost its reason to walk by.

Now I look at it with a somber face and a heavy heart.

I do recall the times i was here,

the joy and cause I had to visit here.

But its not those reasons that make me low.

Not the nostolgiac talks or even the cause of the past that weighs on my soul.

It is the joy of then, and lack of it now that brings me low.

The smiles that were, the smiles that aren't and smiles that could have been

The smiles that could have been.

Now instead I walk falsely,

to make light of what weighs heavy.

To make light of what weighs heavy.

I hold my head a little higher, stand a little straighter,

work a little harder; work a little too hard.

Joke a little more, laugh a little louder and smile,

Smile a little too much.

To make light of what weighs heavy at the place I'm walking by.

I tried to find the way to go, I tried to find the road to hope, I tried so hard that I got lost. I tried searching for my sole as I feel like I ain't got one. 

Who's fault is it? who's to blame? Me that's who?

Listening to all the lies people tell you. Controlling your life from a young age, always telling you what you can and not do, that's there way! 

making you believe in a religion from young so you get used to believing that God will help you. Ain't till you realise that all you have got in life, you have got it yourself. That's when you become more self-aware of life's doings. 

You become a god walking a world that he and only himself controls with his mind. But for some people they choose the easy way out and try to hide, praying on there hands and knees to a god in the sky. The truth is that the world is a big lie a big disguise, only you can un- mask the truth within your life.