Lance Abellon Poems

City lights running
of my head standing upon headlights;

The glimpse of life the just goes on
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Isang gabi sa gitna ng mga bituin

at mga nagkikislapang mga ilaw na aandap-andap sa dilim,
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His love arises

beneath the walls of despair
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To my future self:

Life has hit you so many times,
That almost led you to banging doors,
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Stop. Look. Listen.
February of 2016.
It was early morning. I am walking at the streets along Waterloo Road.
The wind was cold, the roads were empty, and the signs were clear that I was going to be a great day ahead. Cars were like fast lightning, chasing each other.
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When I was little, I like to go to museums.
I stare at each work of art that surrounds me.
One by one, I learn about the history of each work of art and how it was crafted.
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Gumigising ka sa umagang naghihintay na dumaan,
bawat hikab mo'y tila simula ng isang sapalaran
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Nagsilbi kang pisara upang simulang matutunan
ang mga letra't pantig patungong pangarap

na dati-rati'y inililimbag sa papel,
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To live is to enliven
life as if it grows
living life
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Lumilitaw Ka sa mga taong gutom sa pag-ibig
na kay tagal na ipinagkait sa kanilang pag-iral;
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