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
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
A thousand faceless gentlemen
A thousand tender glances
A thousand children unconceived
A thousand love unfulfilled
A thousand shadows passing by
A thousand enduring sighs
A thousand words unvocalized
A thousand romance unrealized
All because there is one you
And I’m just one of the thousand faces
Isang singhap ng kaluluwang nalulunod
Isang hiling ng pusong napapagod
Alalahanin, mawala, maanod
Kapahingahan aking ikalulugod
- written on November 11, 2012
Society has taught me that to survive I must have no compassion, to take advantage means success; But experience has taught me that when I had lost everything, It was compassion that saved me.
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?
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
A “generic” cat that likes to whine
A pigeon that lives and poop in the porch
A dying plant in the bathroom
All wish could write a poem
But we’re not special, just weird.