Comet

Im just a comet passing by
A century it has been since last
I am but a bitter star in the sky
Not a moon ever orbiting.

My value lies in my rarity
But I cannot trump the norm.
Daily wins over serendipity.
Our paths won’t cross anymore.

Ring

I threw your ring unto the sea
And engaged myself to the deep
So no finger can bear the misery
A love that abandoned ship.

Gamble

Chance encounters brought by rain

A moments of solitude; Just us

Unknowing of what comes, what may

Of chances drawn; A lottery of fate.

Come what may, the spirits seek

Of moments truth once sought, of be

To shall you will of what has been

A melody of scenes, of future held.

Will or shall is but a debate of late,

Unknown yet bets are made, 10 to 3.

Gamble all they may despite the known,

Wins are bleak, and losses are inevitable.

Rain

The rain reminds of you
Not of our hands held
Nor nights of you beside
Not of drunken fights
Nor fickle puns nor stunts
Not home cooked meals
Nor unspoken desserts
But tears of your affection
Tears of no direction
Yet tears from absence
Tears of where and when again
The rain continues to pour.

Paginumdom

Pahinumdom sa tanang na nagtukaw
Sa ang ugma maabot na
Sa umaabot na mga oras
Hapit na musakaw ang adlaw.

Pakihipos sa luhang nagtulo
Ay pasangil na dala ra nas ulan
Kay kaganina pa na hawan
Ang langit na gatago sa bulan.

Pahinumdum sa tanang napilaw
Mao na gyud ning panahuna
Sa pagpahiluna sa sauna
Tug ta, tug ta taman-taman.

Constant

You are my constant with no delusions,
The fuel that lights up the fire
That has long been extinguished,
An irony stronger than iron itself.

How to move on?

When our fates are intertwined,
How can one unbound such ropes?
Knots from heart strings are tedious
To sever such requires to one with the void.
Woe to circumstance, quite pathetic indeed,
Of paths birthed from crossroads already taken.
Relief is but a dream of many, many fools.
Reprieve is hope determined by time itself.
Freedom is but a concept of those in despair,
Lit from delusions of the ones oppressed.
Why do love and hate come hand in hand?
Like joy and sadness, buy one, take one.

Ongoing

The rivers flows, eroding the rock in the midst.
Unyielding the rock may be, the current is unceasing,
Yet the sun also dries up the river, which weathers the rock.
Time can only tell how things will become, or become not.

Musings

March 16, 2019

And so it begins, stories that unfold with each passing moment.

So it starts, conversations that only time bore witness.

Ends are beginnings, illusions brought about by stories yet to be told.

Woe to Babylon’s unfinished citadels, reaching the heavens naught.

Soliloquy’s deception, journeys unfinished, unconquered.

At the crossroads that fate has brought, directions shifting in the wind.

Long last the flame that burned alive, unfazed by the stormy air.

Finally I bade goodbye, to love long gone like memories of sand castles by the beach.

Come back

Why do i beseech thee
When the tides don’t come
And stars fall despite prophecy
A world i chaos without thee?

Why should I beseech thee
When prophets hail the end,
An apocalypse with thy absence,
A lonely of utter longing?

I come to beseech thee,
As foundations come tumbling
In my midst without thy presence,
A longing ever unprecedented.