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.

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.

Unspoken

Untied knots over sunsets
Then sunrise that quickly came.
Tides from endless flowing tears,
In warm waters, warm bodies indeed.

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.

Jam jam

Kantahi ko be,
Kanang ako ray audience.
Way lain, pakapini’g tutuk
Kanang ako ra, walay lain.

Pahiyum samtang gatukar,
Pabibo, kisikisi ginagmay
Walay paki sa mga abiba
Kanang ako ra gyuy bida.

Kaskas sa gitara,
Magpuyo sa akoa imong mata.
Mao na gyud ni akong gihulat,
Banda mo na sa ako lang.

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.

Seth

There comes a time when
You know that this is it,
He is the one live for,
To love for, and die for.
That life tells you what
Your reason for existence is.
Exempt from darkness,
A halo upon your countenance.
Love that fills the glass to the brim,
A purpose to pursue tomorrow,
My son from my near kin,
My darling for all time.

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.

Midnight Rants

When the darkness becomes too comfortable
The lack of vision is a future to behold.
The tunnel is lit with gloom like lanterns
Ghastly roads, destination molested.
Is tomorrow another rainy day?
Rainbows are all presumptuous signs.
Soliloquy from the pits of the unheard
Silence is a reprieve and a consequence.