Inday Prising

Ignorance is once again upon me
Embracing me into this impasse
Dissipated clouds witness my reverie
As I take this feeling to a new degree
...

No, I'm not resentful, I'm just in question
Why you are so drawn to her gravitation

She appears to me like a little child
...

Soft sounds of distant poems filled the rancid air
Along with restless whispers of Romeo's heir
A theater filled with consuming empty chairs
Warned me again with my forbidden prayers
...

Through thousands of people around us
And the pensive chill of the night air's debris
I see the silent shadows of you and me
Walking awkwardly through a chained melody
...

(para kang Ayvince)

Kalimtan mu na lamang ba?
Ang mga pag-ulayaw ngadto sa Asotea
...

Nabati ko
ang bug-at nga tulo sa tubig
nga dala sa kusog nga uwan
gawas sa akung gamay nga bintana
...

for josse

Ashes of memories drowned the night
And burning passions started to ignite
...

I'll whisper this words
so you would hear

I'll whisper it softly
...

for mama

How do I tell you
that I lose your precious
...

She takes in a breath as the roaring sun sets
And watch shadows fade into faint silhouettes

The smell of melted pink candles filled the air
...

Here I am
listening to the sounds
of young lovers
whispering sweet nothings
...

9 p.m.
tomorrow night
would be a year
from that night
...

Nag-uwan na usab
ug ania napud ako
Nag-inusara
Naminaw ining karaan nga kanta
...

you held me your arms as we danced the waltz
one erry night at that grand masquerade ball

beneath those grotesque arches and barreled vaults
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Aniay napud aku naghubad sa akung kalibug
Sa makabungol nga kahilum nalunud ang akung mga tingug

Bisan unsa-un naku ug siyagit dili gayud ni mahilum
...

~kining balak halad para sa ugat, sa kalipay, sa katulog ug sa apo ni flaviano boquecosa

Nanglingkod kita sa ngitngit
Gipamingaw ang mga hunghung
...

(for tonio)
the terraces @ 07-21-09

An entity alone in itself
...

* unknown land

As i sit here listening to whispers
uttered from a thousand years
...

imprints of voices in mi corazon
wakes the sleeping senses of buried feelings
within the hallows of my mind
i feel the rushing of my blood
...

(original title is Ever Lasting Friends)
for Elf, my student

Let the butterfly flatter against the mid-afternoon wind
...