Mga Hinanakit ng Isang Insekto

Wala lang. Dito lang ako maglalagay ng mga dating nasulat ko sa likuran ng notebook, pad paper, scratch paper, mga paper na gamit na ng CAT para sa test nila, etc. Bahala na kayo kung babasahin niyo ang mga nakalagay rito. Huwag niyo lang sana ako masyado barahin…

Maglalagay pa ako rito sa susunod.

Habagat

Hindi mo siya mawawari,
Hindi mo siya mapapansin,
Pero nariyan siya, nagbabantay sa’yo.
Hindi niya ikaw malapitan,
Hindi niya ikaw malimutan,
Kaya ang hangin na lamang,
Hahambalos, hahaplos sa’yo.
Siya ay ang humahabol,
Siya ay ang sumasabay,
Siya ay ang naghihintay sa’yo.
Wala siya sa iyong paningin,
Wala siya sa iyong pandinig,
Wala siya sa nararamdaman mo.
Hindi mo siya malalaman,
Hindi mo siya maintindihan,
Pero nariyan siya, umaasa sa’yo.
Hindi niya ikaw mabulungan,
Hindi niya ikaw mabitawan,
Kaya ang ulan na lamang,
Sasampal, sasama sa’yo.
Nariyan siya, nakatago,
Nariyan siya, nakakubli,
Nariyan siya, nagmamahal sa’yo.

Deliryo

Gusto kong matahimik, at mahimbing,
Makatulog, at di na magising,
Managinip, nang ako’y makarating,
Sa lugar kung nasaan ka rin.

Gusto kong mahimlay, at mamatay,
Mawalay mula sa mundo ng buhay,
Makalaya, nang ako’y makalakbay,
Sa oras kung kailan ikaw ay.

Pisces

Stranger I have known so long,
Strange you continue to be,
For I am stagnant with you.
Untouched dippers of laughter,
Immaculate vials of tears,
What keeps me from my venture,
Is my fear of being wet.

Are you merely an image,
On sleeping beds of crystal,
Or is your lantern under,
The waters of the unknown?
What may I do to see it?
Which ripples do you allow?
I wait for the time of tide.

Stranger I have known so long,
Strange, will you remain, to me?
I have kept my waves fleeting,
My cascades without meaning.
How shall I change this monsoon?
Too long I have stayed in ebb.
I wait for the time of tide.

Adhikang Basa

Di nais pang tumigil,
Di nais pang magpigil,
Sa pagsapit ng ulan;
Di nais pang humupa,
Di nais pang tumila,
Nais kang makasama,
Sa pagsapit ng ulan.

Sa pagdilim ng langit,
At paglamig ng hangin,
Ikaw ang alaala;
At pagtakbo ng kidlat,
Humahabol ang kulog,
Nais kang maabutan,
Sa pagsapit ng ulan.

Di nais pang sumuko,
Di nais pang umayaw,
Sa pagsapit ng ulan;
Di nais pang humina,
Di nais pang bumagal,
Nais muling makita,
Sa pagsapit ng ulan.

Open-ended

Upside down, inside out, vice versa
Things aren’t always what they seem
Over and under, a roller coaster
You better look the other way ‘round

Topsy turvy, to and fro, whatever!
Life is a game of chance, a gamble
Back and forth, come and go, what is certain
Is that you don’t know what is coming next

Left and right, north and south, the compass spins
You just might be going the wrong way
Deaf and dumb, blind and numb, watch your step
That just might be an awful mistake

You can’t help but feel a little stupid
When you realize how helpless you really are
Yet even so, you never can tell
Everything might turn out just fine

Traipse and skip, sprint and dash, rise and fall
This journey of ours is far from over
Charge and strike, watch and wait, just hang on
There’s a chance, a hope; the story goes on.

Hindi Kaya (Out of My League – Stephen Speaks – Tagalog -XD)

Kanyang buhok at mga mata,
sa akin ay nagdadala,
at ako’y napapaibig, nanlalamig,
pero ito, ay masaya.
Lahat ng beses na siya’y minasdan,
buhok niya ay kanyang laruan,
siya’y tahimik sa sarili’y nag-aaliw,
at nanonood ako na parang baliw.
Mahal ko siya ng buong puso ko,
nanginginig boses at kamay ko,
siya lang titingnan ko,
siya lang kailangan ko,
di ko na naman kaya ito.

Napakagaling na himig,
pag ngalan ko ay kanyang sambit,
mundo’y umiikot sa tawa niya’t biro,
di na ko nagtataka na ako’y tuliro.
Mahal ko siya ng buong puso ko,
nanginginig boses at kamay ko,
sapagkat nakakatakot sa dagat na ito,
ngunit ito’y aking paraiso.
siya lang titingnan ko,
siya lang kailangan ko,
di ko na naman kaya ito.

Kanyang buhok at mga mata,
sa akin ay nagdadala,
at ako’y napapaibig, nanlalamig,
pero ito, ay masaya.
Lahat ng beses na siya’y minasdan,
buhok niya ay kanyang laruan,
siya’y tahimik sa sarili’y nag-aaliw,
at nanonood ako na parang baliw.
Mahal ko siya ng buong puso ko,
nanginginig boses at kamay ko,
sapagkat nakakatakot sa dagat na ito,
ngunit ito’y aking paraiso.
siya lang titingnan ko,
siya lang kailangan ko,
di ko na naman kaya ito.

Amihan
 
Ang araw ay sumisikat,
Ang buwan ay nagpupuyat,
Para lamang sa iyo.
Ang oras ay tumatakbo,
Ang mundo ay umiikot,
Ang lahat ng ito ay
Alang-alang sa iyo.
Huwag sabihing, walang silbi,
Wala kang nadulot,
Hindi mo ba ito nakikita?
Huwag sabihing walang kwenta,
Wala kang halaga,
Hindi mo ba ito nadarama?
Ang paghinga’y tumutuloy,
Ang pagtibok’y dumadaloy,
Para lamang sa iyo.
Isipan ay bumabagyo,
Kaluluwa’y sumasamo,
Ang lahat nito ay
Nakasalalay sa iyo.
Kahit di ka maniwala,
Kahit di ka makumbinsi,
May narito para sa iyo…

Eleven!

Paano niyo sabihin ang iyon? Eyon!
Paano niyo sabihin ang ito? Eto!
Paano sasabihin ito? Ewan!
Subukan ko na lang ng ganito.

Eleven, eleven, mahal ko ang eleven,
Eleven, eleven, mahal ko ang Macau,
Macau, Macau, mahal ko ang Macau,
Macau, Macau, mahal ko ay ikaw—

Paano niyo sabihin ang iyon? Eyon!
Paano niyo sabihin ang ito? Eto!
Paano sasabihin ito? Ewan!
Uumpisahan ko na ito!

Matagal pa ba ako maghihintay?
Matagal pa ba ang pagsubaybay?
Hindi ba pwedeng ako makisabay?
Hindi ba pwedeng ako ay matangay—

Eleven, eleven, mahal ko ang eleven,
Eleven, eleven, mahal ko ang Macau,
Macau, Macau, mahal ko ang Macau,
Macau, Macau, mahal ko ay ikaw!

Eleven, eleven, labing-isa, onse,
Obvious naman siguro eyon–
Eleven, eleven, labing-isa, onse,
Obvious naman siguro eto–

Macau, Macau, mahal ko ang Macau,
Macau, Macau, mahal ko ay ikaw!
Ikaw, ikaw, ikaw lamang, ikaw,
Ikaw, wala ng iba pa, ikaw!

Probability

She is an apparition,
swiftly gone, and swiftly done,
yet she fails not to linger,
like smoke from the old cinders,
in the fireplace of my mind;
and I pray, for something more,
than this, my ghost of a chance.

She is an invitation,
so farfetched and fictional,
yet she fails not to repeat,
like ripples on the water,
in the tempest of my sighs;
and I pray, for something more,
than this, my ghost of a chance.

She is an destination,
perpetually far away,
yet she fails not to allure,
like a glimpse of great Heaven,
in the iris of my dreams;
and I pray, for something more,
than this, my ghost of a chance.

At Five

It begins,
It starts,
at the Hour of Five.
The clock says five,
at the Hour of Five.
He is there, he is here,
at the Hour of Five.
He begins, he starts,
at the Hour of Five.

The second hand moves,
a second after Five.
He watches, he glances,
a second after Five.
He sits, he stands,
a second after Five.
For somebody,
for Somebody,
at the Hour of Five.

The minute hand moves,
a minute after Five.
Somebody might be there,
somebody might be here,
a minute after Five.
Somebody might pass by,
somebody might smile,
or Not, at Five,
at the Hour of Five.

It is a quarter,
a quarter after five,
He keeps his guard,
a quarter after Five.
He paces forth and back,
he goes round and round,
a quarter after Five.
He wants to, he does not,
at the Hour of Five.

This is his desire,
a half hour after five.
Somebody might show up,
somebody might appear,
a half hour after Five.
Somebody might be Somebody,
his somebody, his Somebody,
or Not, at Five,
at the Hour of Five.

The hall is empty,
with people, with voices,
with life,
at the last quarter of Five.
The hall is dead,
with faces, with colors,
with light,
or Not, at Five,
at the Hour of Five.

He is unsure,
but he remains,
at Five, the last minute of Five.
He wishes, he dreams,
the last minute of Five.
He is there, he is here,
the last second of Five.
He still is, always is,
at the Hour of Five. 

Envy

I wish I were you,
for you hear your laughter.
In the mirror you see your face.
You wake and sleep with you.
You are with you. You are you,
anytime and anyplace you go.
You love yourself.
Your feelings are your feelings.
Your thoughts are your thoughts.
You know every bit of you.
If I were you,
you would not have loved you, 
less than you have loved you.

Ophiochus

He holds no light in his empty eyes.
Selfish and closed are his empty eyes.
In their depths he skulks and hides.
From which he sees, nothing can be seen.
In their caves, he stays and lies.
Dark and unchanging are his hollow eyes.
He lingers and laughs in those empty eyes.

He holds no fire in his empty eyes.
Cold and deceased are his empty eyes.
In tehir pits he screams and cries.
From which he sees, he is unseen.
In their halls he seethes and gripes.
Secret and stony are his placid eyes.
He rambles and shrieks in those empty eyes.

 -no title-

I live in Orange City,
where the lights flood the nights,
and the moon’s a silver coin,
in the smoky sky.
We beggars are the kings,
when in sunset our day begins,
and we wake up with closed eyes.

I live in makeshift Venice,
when the rain cascades,
we wade in our pitchblack dreams,
tearwet from our kness down.
We mortals hold the heavens,
when in sunrise evening arrives,
and we try to sleep some more.

Moonshine

Through the window I receive some marble moonshine,
as I sit on my bed, from a sky dark and clear.
The clock keeps me awake, in the middle of the night.
Lunatic, lunatic, lunatic-tic-tic-tic…
The broken darkness of my room sculpts her image,
I stand and reach out for her smoky fingers.
She is a dream I have forgotten to forget,
her snapshots in my head come to me as she smiles.
The dervish, the gypsy, she exits my chamber,
I run after her, but she is gone, she is mist.
I beseech my spectre this one little thing,
be like the bright Moon, She is full, She is real.
Lunatic, lunatic, lunatic-tic-tic-tic…
The clock keeps me asleep, in the middle of the night.

Acquaintance

Beautiful stranger,
you look so familiar,
I have seen you before.
In the corridor,
I have met you,
though you have not met me.
You are a wish I had,
I had forgotten,
one night on a meteorite.
I have prayed to see,
one that would fill,
my dreamless nights with stars.

Beautiful stranger,
you still are foreign,
even if I know your name.
I have yet to know,
what that name means,
what it inside contains.
You are one puzzle,
I have not solved,
since I have seen your eyes.
Evening passed,
and morning came.
The stars now have me blind.

Gemini

There is a beast
in the corner of my eye.
He tells me to go straight forward.
He holds a hammer
and a chain. He sharpens
my swords and steels
my shields.
He knocks at my door.
Shall I follow
him?

There is a beast
in the corner of my eye.
She pokes me about in circles.
She has a veil
and a flagon. She fills
me with fire and drowns
me in fever.
She raps at my window.
Shall I play
with her?

Planet

All I know
are your orbits
and your axis tilts.
My record is a little moldy,
already, already.
Be not a meteorite.
Be not a shooting star.

What is beyond
the clouds,
and the peaks, and the craters?
Are you
ice, or steel,
solid, or molten,
liquid, or a ball of fire?

What makes
you spin
around, and about?
Where do you get your gravity?
Are you a lamp, a lantern,
or a mirror,
to the light, of another?

How and how long,
are your nights, and your days?
How about your seasons?
What makes up
the sky you have above
and what fills
the depths you have below?

I have yet
to collide with you,
my comet, my comet.
It has been long, very long,
since you pulled me into
a different galaxy
of many, many stars.

How many
light years to you?
How many kilometers
to frill to your core?
Will you still be in my telescope?
Will you be my moon?
Will you be my sun?

All I know,
is inconsequential,
negligible.
My record is meaningless,
already, already.
Be not a black hole.
Be not a nebula. 

infinis.