madalas ang hinahanap ko ay ang sagot
ang lunas sa epidemya ng mga mata
kong bulag sa katotohanan
natanong ko na
saan ka na ba?
saan patungo at mukhang
nilimot mo na ang iyong
pinagmulan?
ako'y naguguluhan
ang gaan ng hangin ay
patuloy parin sa pagbuhat
sa aking pusong puno
ng damdamin
ikaw ang dagat
at ikaw ang lawak ng
kalawakan
sa wakas
narinig ko rin
sa gitna
sa ilalim ng lalim ng pangarap
ang iyong pagtawag sa akin
muli
kakapit
haharapin
ang bukas na paparating
maliwanag ang aking mga mata
malaya
malayang...malaya
paalam na sa aking nakasanayan
paalam sa nakaraan
lilisan na kasing tulin
ng isang buntong hininga
lahat ay bago sa paningin
pati narin ang aking
pagkatao at storya
napaparami ang aking mga iniisip
mga binigkas mong salita at mga
pangako
binabalikbalikan
inaalala ang aking mga pagkukulang
salamat sa bigat na aking pinagdaanan
dahil ngayon kita na kita
at wala na akong gustong gawin
kundi mapuno ng mangha
mananatili ang aking mga mata
sa iyong ganda
Monday, February 25
Wednesday, February 13
to: what has always been
there is hope in your eyes
it's perfect throughout the day
you wouldn't compromise
surprisingly
no one knows where all your sorrows go
you create for a new world
not for this one
it's a matter of taste
maybe perspective
or the lack thereof
in understanding your prologue
and theme
what once was
never invited to grand alumnights
or parties
in the early days and darkest of nights
it's time for a long nap
and when you wake up
you realize you care
but you're really just disassociating
there is hope in your eyes
it's perfect throughout the day
many people are afraid
that you are in color
no sense of restraint at all
while you're not perfect
your idiosyncrasies
the unknown satisfaction
from the world you live in
made you solid
pursuing purpose more than most
people want to breathe
suddenly in your counterfeit
you got to see bits of the clear water
you have never otherwise have
encountered
it's time for a long nap
and when you wake up
you realize you how different your
path is
and that's okay
it's perfect throughout the day
you wouldn't compromise
surprisingly
no one knows where all your sorrows go
you create for a new world
not for this one
it's a matter of taste
maybe perspective
or the lack thereof
in understanding your prologue
and theme
what once was
never invited to grand alumnights
or parties
in the early days and darkest of nights
it's time for a long nap
and when you wake up
you realize you care
but you're really just disassociating
there is hope in your eyes
it's perfect throughout the day
many people are afraid
that you are in color
no sense of restraint at all
while you're not perfect
your idiosyncrasies
the unknown satisfaction
from the world you live in
made you solid
pursuing purpose more than most
people want to breathe
suddenly in your counterfeit
you got to see bits of the clear water
you have never otherwise have
encountered
it's time for a long nap
and when you wake up
you realize you how different your
path is
and that's okay