Tower in the Sky

It was but yesterday we met in a dream.
You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky.
But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn.
The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to fuller day, and we must part.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.
- Kahlil Gibran


The Sea

The Sea is calling for me again and the breeze is tempting me. My feet says stay here and grow your roots for once. My heart says, you do not belong here, don’t get stuck. My brain tells them — shut up, you two, and let me sleep.


Unto eternity unmoulded…

Unto eternity unmoulded I would give my hands,
And to untrodden fields assign my feet.
What joy is there in songs oft heard,
Whose tune the remembering ear arrests.
Ere the breath yields it to the wind?
My heart longs for what my heart conceives not,
And unto the unknown where memory dwells not,
I would command my spirit.
Oh, tempt me not with glory possessed,
And seek not to comfort me with your dream or mine,
For all that I am, and all that there is on earth,
And all that shall be, inviteth not my soul.

- The Earth Gods, 2nd Earth God – Kahlil Gibran


The great longing

I was on my way back to Chicago, I boarded the plane that will take me from Guam to Honolulu, Hawaii. Initially I had a Business class seat, but got upgraded to First Class. It was my first time to be in the First class cabin on an International flight and of course it was way better than the first class in a domestic flight.
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The Good that Can Be

Once upon a time I felt lonely
With the unpredictable wind I gambled away certainty
For I greatly wondered all the things that could be
With hopes that I will get that one good thing that I might see

In my quest I found a box, worn and torn as could be
My friends told me, leave it be, it is where it should be
But I’m a dreamer and I imagined all the best it can be
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To bleed in silence, for what must be done
To feel my heart tearing for what will be gone
To watch myself destroy what I once tried to build
To bind all my heart’s desire for what is needed

To feign coldness while my heart calls for your name
To pretend remoteness while I long to be near you

Is a painful death to my soul

But I would welcome death
In exchange for your freedom
For I cannot be with somebody
Whose ultimate dream is to be away from me



Everyone that knows me, knows that I’m into white guys. It’s just my preference since I was a kid. It’s not something I chose. I’m just naturally drawn to like them for some reason that I cannot explain. But on September 4, 2013, something occurred that changed me and my definition of physical beauty. I met Beauty himself, face to face and the whole experience inspired me to write this:

Just when you thought you know beauty,
And you’re dead set on your own definition,
It has a way of proving you wrong.
When you come face to face with Beauty,
All your definitions become irrelevant.
For Beauty can only be defined by itself.
It has the power to change you and your preferences,
It’s transcendental and comes in different colors.


The Time Traveler

I am traveling to the future.
And tomorrow I will arrive there just on time.
Yesterday is just a place in the fabric of time.
And though I don’t have the means to visit it,
I know in that place my father is young again,
Living the life that he lived and witnessed by me of the future.

I cry, not because I think he is gone, but because of the space and time that seem to separate us now. This seemingly unbridgeable gap is only an illusion, for yesterday and today both exist in time at the same time.

I rejoice, not because I think there is an afterlife but because I believe there is none, for life continued is just called life. In truth we never truly die.

In the future we will meet again. I may be a bird, and you could be a tree. My only hope is that this time I will not forget you just like how I forgot my many Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, Sisters and Children in the past. They surround me now yet I could not recognize them nor do they can me. Molecules and atoms float around and form continuously, infinitely; my fear is that you’re here and already — I do not recognize you.


What matter of sin

What matter of sin does man have that he be damned for eternity?
What matter of sin, so severe, that even death would be a kinder sentence?
What matter of sin, I say, that he might need remdemption and a saviour?
As human, to the worst of my enemies, even I could not imagine,
a sin so forbidding that I will be too unkind to lay such ruthless punishment.
How much more, then, to my claimed cherished and beloved creation?

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Reasons reason

Reasons reason
But mind won’t mind
A million thoughts, a thousand plans
But you will, what you’re meant to do

Once I was a fool demanding a promise
Then I got a little bit smarter
Who needs empty promises? no one knows the future!
Then came assumptions — I realized, I’m still a fool

Promises are demanded
To have somebody to blame when you find your self lost and alone
Assumptions are assumed
So you can walk even though you are blind

I wish, I could
Walk in faith without assuming
Know my way without a promise
Enjoy the journey though the destination is unknown


Illegal pleasures of the poor

It’s funny how people who were born and raised in the Philippines can be classified as “Illegal settlers” in their own so called home land. And the cry of the Filipinos– Aming ligaya na pag may mang-aapi, ang mamatay ng dahil sayo. Now some privileged pricks think they could just get rid of them without a fight. I believe if they are in a public land/property they have all the right to defend their homes as you would your own country against those who would like to take away your rights to settle in the land where you were born whether these enemies are foreign or domestic. Continue reading

Squatter village around Pasig area Manila Philippines.

The poor and the not so poor

It is almost laughable to watch somebody who has a white collar job getting paid a decent wage to live a somewhat comfortable life– look down on poor people who work hard jobs in extreme conditions and get paid dirt cheap. And how they rally and criticize the poor of being lazy and accuse them of having a feeling of self-entitlement. Continue reading


Sudden awareness to existence

This sudden rush of awareness to my own existence happens to me from time to time and each episode last only for a few seconds to about 2 minutes. When this happens, it feels as though I was just born and awoke to realize I exist. And a billion questions that I can’t yet name just overwhelms my brain, and all I can really focus on is WHY?!!! Continue reading