Anthony Yaman D. Cabal
Biography of Anthony Yaman D. Cabal
I am 14 years of age. I came here to be heard. Even if my audience is only few. I live in the Philippines.
Anthony Yaman D. Cabal Poems
The Path Of The Righteous Man
The path you will traverse will contain a lot of bumps and turns, And though you fall, you get back up, and continue when the lesson is learned, You'll be shattered to nothing, fail repeatedly, again and again and again, And everytime you look for comfort the trials stack up and it seems like it never ends.
I Am Hungry
Everlasting bonds, forever restrains me. People around, struggle insanely. Resistance is futile, all will absorb the taint. And as for the surrounding areas, as colorful as an artist's paint.
Fall Of The Risen
It's the fall of the people having fun on top, You worked hard for your things, we worked hard for the plot. Every word I say is true from verse to verse and every dot, I'll murder you lyrically here and on the spot.
You Can'T Kill The Revolution
Revolution. A fundamental change in power, That takes place in a relatively short period of time. Locked away for fighting for something that was once mine. This is revolution. Death mounts up high like a tower.
Gone are days that conversation looms freely between us two, The days that agonizing confabulation takes no visit on our presence. Taken by the decision deciding what I must not and must do, As slowly the reek of deceit, rips away our entwined essence.
The King's Loyalist
The night bestowed drought, death and trials. A noble man of royalty, exhaled his final. Of men of lower caste, stand normal but astounded. Their feeble minds knew not, that they are ultimately grounded.
Siting on the grass fields at a wonderful night, thinking, thinking. Thinking about the time, the time when- I looked into your eyes, into your eyes, never blinking, Not a trouble in the world, in the world that was then.
Moonlight shines on his distant cousin; She. And though the former, outshines the latter, In beauty, the triumphant better be, She, She, She, She, who I am after.
Paradox Of Myself
I don't need women, attention or money. All I need is cash, fame and groupies. I'm happy now, but I feel sad. I no longer feel joy, but somehow I'm glad
Living by. Don't worry about the past, nor the future. So, for today, we're gonna' be your teachers. Why do we have to fake a smile? Is the soul behind you really just a innocent child?
Poverty Of Families
All they ever think about is how to survive their struggle, They best be laborin', livin' on with their hustle. Best be workin' overtime, best be feeding my child, Best to hand it to the government, than acting all wild.
There comes a time in a man's life, Where his will to reach his ambition kicks in. He may search for his dream job or his destined wife, But there's only two different endings.
Living by. Don't worry about the past, nor the future.
So, for today, we're gonna' be your teachers.
Why do we have to fake a smile?
Is the soul behind you really just a innocent child?
Why are you different to him and different to me?
Do you know that you're the only one who could make me happy?
Why do you have to ignore my plea?
Is it that hard to understand and see?