Here where I built my name
My success my failure my pain
In an island where my dreams were built and perished
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Looking back the remnants of the past
I found more stormy days of life
Gust of wind fiercely blowing
Carried me to somewhere unknowing
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Mt. Apo the highest mountain in the Phils.
Great as that of the sea
Is every mountains mystery
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Smokers
listen, I am an oral person
just like you
but i can create air
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for Ka Josue, Nole, Nicole who waited for our arrival from a long rough dusty trip, Tupi highway to INC Cebuano locale, South Cotabato,
with Argee, my yours
Once we loved the dust as it blew
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There's no such time
as silent hour
seems echoes
from hills
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I thank God
I can write poems
In crowded places
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My life’s path map is in my heart
It guides me to where I go
To wonder land where dreams and plan are melted
For those who know
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I'm visiting the best pund-for-pound boxer today in the whole world
not to square him but to intrigue General Santos dusty- ground-turn-to-wet.
Rain is murmuring on the roof
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I am not the poem
you read in hunter's web
i am not the simile
you read in rhythmic melody
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