In the prayer house
I came in late
Listening to the pastor's preach
So that our soul will be nourished
...
Sandyang ganito na lang ba tayo?
Hanggang tingin na lang ba?
Sa isang bagay na alam natin ay abuso na sa ibang mahihinang nilalang.
Disiplina ba ang dahilan?
...
when your world shattered
and you feel hopeless
when your dreams feel like
nothing at the end
...
Nesting is over,
Production come over,
Transition hangover,
No more supervisor.
...
I wish that I could never see
A lonely man with intrapersonal personality
...
Akala ko ganun lang yun
Akala ko madali lang sya
Pero mahirap pala
Ginawa ko naman ang alam kong tama...
...
Happiness, wryness and dryness
Do I making any sense
Dye, thy and thigh
It really mean so much to me
...
They just don't understand...
The way we talk...
The way we act...
...
Masked your face with a smile
But the eyes
Speaks clearly
You are in despair
...
Nakita ko ang mga larawan
Na may ngiti sa mga labi
May saya sa mga posing
May alaala kang masasabi
...
I am crying but no tears on my eyes
I am shouting but no voice coming out of my mouth
What is this feeling?
...
Masakit pala yung di ka makapag desisyon agad
Pilit mong tinatakpan ng mga rasong lohikal
Ngunit lahat pala ay isang kasinungalingan
...
I smile but no one notice me
I laugh but no one can hear it
I cried but no one dare to ask why
...
Midnight Summer
Midnight summer
In this shallow room
A boy
Sitting at the corner
He heard a voice
A voice that never been heard before
Nor anyone in this room
Grouchy
Vicious
Tormenting
And strange
Poor boy
Sitting at the corner of the room
Terrified and stunned
While hearing unfamiliar voice
Consciously
He decided to go where the voice came from
Where it all began
Everyone sound asleep
There is unnecessary noise
Made by maid
Nor even the conjecture of the gardener
Until such time
Where he finally found
The room where it all began
The strange voice
He peeks
At a quarter, open door
A momentary look
He can't see a thing
Only a shadow of a big man
Rocking on a bed with a familiar room
He tried to figure the stranger
Suddenly he saw a woman
Underneath the stranger's body
Until he cried and petrified
He ran to the kitchen
And sit at the corner of the room
Weeping and quivering
And disturbed
After a long wait
Now that the stranger was identified
But before he could make a noise
He saw his body
Bathing from his own blood
They were slay in this room
Slaughter by a man
That nurture our plot
Hassled an important person in my being
This is where it all began
Midnight summer
At the corner of my room
hi! glad am not alone in the ALAGOS clan that appreciates poetry...and, i always thought that our last name is very anonymous. Now, i am proud we are bearing this name, coz we are always known as 'brilliant'! keep it up, kris!
Ey, nice one. What a surprise for me to find you here in the net! My roots are solid from Sibalom, Antique. How about you? It would be great if we could have a get together sometime. TC. rom