Hele

Ipikit na ang mga mata
O mahal ko matulog na
Payapa at mahimbing
Ang gabi, sa'king piling

At sa pagsapit ng umaga
Sabay nating sasalubungin
Ang pagsikat ng araw
At halimuyak ng hangin..

Audience

This is a song I wrote a few years back during our youth camp in Baguio. I'm still trying to recall the second verse, but anyway, here's the first part. I'll try to upload an audio file soon. =P

"Audience"

I have tried
Doing it all on my own
And failing I
Looked for ways to go on
And be strong

And I've travelled in this
Endless road of
Trying, failing, crying
Until I saw your cross
But now I'm crying cause You died
And You gave it all before
You've given me Your cross

What else can I do
But sit and trust You
And wait for Your pow'r
To work here, now

What more can I say
Than Lord have Your way
Come live in my life
I'm just Your audience

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It hasn't been such a very good night. It's like whenever I attempt to smile, tears would start welling in my eyes. My heart feels heavy. Every beat seems distant, silent. It's like my heart is in a void, and my chest hollow. I think i need a hug.

=(

umaga, tanghali, gabi.

umaga.
mamumulat ang mga mata
sa alaala ng gabing nakalipas,

tanghali.
maghihintay ng tawag na hindi darating,
mapapatingin sa pintong walang magbubukas.

gabi.
muling lulunurin ang puso
ng mga luhang hindi naman maiiyak.

debelop

sa bawat hindi pagsabi, na pinapakita naman ng bawat pagkilos; sa bawat tamis ng ngiti at sulyap ng mga mata,

ay ang patuloy na pagkahulog ng mga puso sa banging walang kasiguruhan ang lalim.

Some thoughts. 082209.

On discrimination.

"It's unfair to judge another person's lifestyle based on your own experience, and silly to try to force your own philosophy and ideology into them. We all live under different circumstances, and grew up having different situations. People don't just do what they do because they want to, nor do they live their lives the way they do just because."

"If they want to live the way they do, let them. Don't hate them coz they're not like you."

"It's about being human, no matter what class, race, or gender."

Ang Iyong Kalungkutan (ni Mark Angeles)

Ang iyong kalungkuta'y
umaagos saking katauhan
tulad ng isang malinaw na tubig
humuhugas sa batong apog
nangingisap na itim
sa iyong mga mata.

Pinagmasdan kita.



Piliin mo mang iwan
ang mala-paraisong ilog
na bilad sa lamyos ng buwan
ay hayaan akong maging kwerdas
na sabay mong yuyukod
sa talon na pinananabikan.

A Ma Mort

Moments se fanant en memoire douce-amere
Comme la couleur s'effacant d'une belle peinture
Comme des feuilles d'automne soufflees parties
Dans un tourbillon de brilliant rouge et orange
Par approcher hiver froid vents

Un plus de souffle...
Un plus de soupir...

Il est etonnant comment vie pourrait exister
Avec la lenteur tendre et faisante mal
Toute sa beaute battage dans ma poitrine douloureux...

Parfois j'oublie comment respirer
Alors je pense -- de comment heureux je suis
Tous mes jeux de solitaire
J'avais conquis et avais gagne

Je dois avoir gagne ces derniers souffles
Ces derniers soupirs
Ces dernieres sensations

Ma vie a longtemps ete complete;
Et ces moments sont faits a temoignages de beau silence
Si je peux entendre mon battement de coeur
Et sentez la terre sous mes pieds
pour la derniere fois...