Desire

In the middle of violet haze,
from the first assault'
till the blue silhouetted sunshine,
when the turmoil outside fell before us,
and the assassins' bullets were just inches away above,
we both knew that the love of ours will remain stronger
more than ever.

Even when September blew a bone-chilling wind,
our souls journeyed into the depth of our passion,
into our emotions wrapped by love,
and beneath the air so warm we hid ourselves,
heated by the warm embraces between us,
where our caresses delved through each others sensuality,
not a word could be heard,
but the language of the hearts,
breathing into our ears,
this love would endure till the end of time.

Chain of love

Your chain of love,
so tight,
both on my ankles are tied,
they bleed,
very tired,
fast decaying into dread.

Your chain of love,
so hot,
stuck on my heart,
hurt,
it's full of lust,
fast decaying into dust.

Open up the cage,
it's full of rage,
let me out of your sight,
set me free!
set me free!

Don't tell me goodbye

Are you feeling well honey?
I asked,
every beat of my heart blended with the
purple shade of the dim lantern,
both of us just passed through the perfumed perversion,
and senses flown by carnal pleasure,
a very beautiful happiness like blue butterflies
singing over the yellow daisies.

My eyes roamed restlessly,
exhausted,
enchanted under the spell of maddening love affair,
jailed within the floral scented air of ecstasy,
while the parrot of light orange feathers chirped
a song as red as love in a fairy tale.

She moved closer,
the warmth of her breathing went within my soul,
conquering the ghost in me,
every strand of her hair smelled like Tuesday'
Sampaguita flowers,
she nodded and smiled so sweet like swiss
chocolates,
lips sensually colored with deeper passion,
hanged me in perpetual seduction.

My fingers closed her mouth,
I do not want to hear what she
will gonna say,
do not tell me goodbye,
it puts me back in darkness,
my heart will be so empty,
do not tell me goodbye my love.

Stitches and Dreams

It was half past five before sunrise,
when darkness faded into the misty Saturday's dawn,
just an hour after a bloody confrontation,
but a brave woman descended into a blood-bathed
street of Lustre,
with hungry cats and mice on that battleground,
walking while her purple robe turned pale
with agony, pain and pity,
completely depressed by the horrible aftermath of war,
where bullet-ridden houses pounded by an insane belief of
terrorism as a means towards a divine end,
and victims died as tools for selfish political propaganda,
while thousands evacuated from the satanic bangsamoro reality
that enriched the few,
and too many had died under the brutality of corruption,
some were murdered by extreme poverty,
where social justice was just an unreachable dream,
she bled for such an elusive dream.

Yet she strolled in between ruined homes and
broken aspirations,
through the portal where blood drifted into nothingness
and souls decapitated by a turbulent past,
while her veil of blue moistened by tears of sorrow,
with eyes saddened by relentless conflict,
when the status of civilization was measured
by the degree of human barbaric atrocities,
and she knelt down before the walls collapsing,
torn into pieces by an extreme hate,
razed to the ground by religious fanaticism,
When would they realize to co-exist in harmony?
she asked her thoughts,
while tears tasted like bitter almonds,
flowing between her sweet scented cheeks.

The reason behind this violence she could not grasp,
but to shed tears of blood,
within her confusion was a lightning,
where palm leaves fell without solution,
yet she appeared with an angelic face,
with eyes shining brighter than diamonds,
while the moonsoon wind blew her veil,
floating over the decomposing corpse of a soldier
entangled between electric wires,
and the dead was brought to life like Lazarus.

He knelt down from death,
with his camouflage uniform torn by bullets,
but the wounds recuperated,
he recognized the blue veiled woman in front of him,
the divine blessed mother of Jesus,
he wept like a child,
and when his eyes opened,
the  woman went back into
the holy Fort Del Pilar,
he forgot not the message from her,

'Son! When humans learn to depart from hatred
then there is no reason to pull a trigger against someone.'
It was half past five before sunrise,
when darkness faded into the misty Saturday's dawn,
just an hour after a bloody confrontation,
but a brave woman descended into a blood-bathed
street of Lustre,
with hungry cats and mice on that battleground,
walking while her purple robe turned pale
with agony, pain and pity,
completely depressed by the horrible aftermath of war,
where bullet-ridden houses pounded by an insane belief of
terrorism as a means towards a divine end,
and victims died as tools for selfish political propaganda,
while thousands evacuated from the satanic bangsamoro reality
that enriched the few,
and too many had died under the brutality of corruption,
some were murdered by extreme poverty,
where social justice was just an unreachable dream,
she bled for such an elusive dream.

Yet she strolled in between ruined homes and
broken aspirations,
through the portal where blood drifted into nothingness
and souls decapitated by a turbulent past,
while her veil of blue moistened by tears of sorrow,
with eyes saddened by relentless conflict,
when the status of civilization was measured
by the degree of human barbaric atrocities,
and she knelt down before the walls collapsing,
torn into pieces by an extreme hate,
razed to the ground by religious fanaticism,
When would they realize to co-exist in harmony?
she Asked her thoughts,
while tears tasted like bitter almonds,
flowing between her sweet scented cheeks.

The reason behind this violence she could not grasp,
but to shed tears of blood,
within her confusion was a lightning,
where palm leaves fell without solution,
yet she appeared with an angelic face,
with eyes shining brighter than diamonds,
while the moonsoon wind blew her veil,
floating over the decomposing corpse of a soldier
entangled between electric wires,
and the dead was brought to life like Lazarus.

He knelt down from death,
with his camouflage uniform torn by bullets,
but the wounds recuperated,
he recognized the blue veiled woman in front of him,
the divine blessed mother of Jesus,
he wept like a child,
and when his eyes opened,
the miraculous woman went back into
the holy Fort Del Pilar,
he forgot not the message from her,

'Son! When humans learn to depart from hatred
then there is no reason to pull a trigger against someone.

Amatriciana

Sa isang malamig na sulok ng lilim,
girian ay lumalalim,
liwanag laban sa dilim,
araw ay palubog ng palubog,
dahan-dahan,
mahinahon,
ngunit ang iniwa'y dumudugong kalawakan,
pulang-pula,
ito ay rebolusyon ng pag-ibig,
himagsikan sa araw ni santo valentino,
tulad ng spaghetii al' amatriciana,
sa ating harapan ay lalong namumula,
tumitingkad sa sarap ng salsa de tomates,
pero ang pumupula ng higit ay ang iyong mga pisngi,
napaka-gandang pagmasdan,
makinis,
o kay sarap haplus- haplusin,
nakaka-gigil hagkan,
lalo na sa init ng iyong mga labi,
nais kong madurog,
maanod sa agos ng matinding kaligayahan,
at tuluyang malunod sa nag-aapoy mong mga halik.

Araw ay mistulang nag-laho,
nilamon ng kadiliman,
tanging tanglaw nati'y mga bituing nagni-ningning,
para bagang iyong mga matang nagpu-pungay sa tuwa,
at simoy ng hangi'y lumalamig,
mula dalampasigan hanggang sa dulo ng ating mga puso,
mabango,
sariwa,
parang ensalada de verduras verde,
guacamole,
o kay sarap lasapin,
tulad ng pag-iibigan nating wagas,
may samyo ng lubusang pag-mamahal,
sa kada segundo ng ating mga buhay,
lagi nating pinag-sasaluhan,
nakaka-aliw,
nakaka-tindig balahibo,
nakaka-kilig,
giliw,
sana'y hindi na magwawakas ang lahat na ito.

Maliban sa akasya,
mesang itim,
puting pusa,
sin-puti marahil ng fettuccine alla' carbonara,
wala ng iba pa,
kung hindi'y ikaw at ako lamang,
malaya,
nag-iibigan sa loon ng nakaka-baliw na pag-ibig,
at iyan ay maganda.

Un noche de melancolia

Que tal te mi querida?
Tal vez ta pensa tu comigo ahora,
ta tembla na beso amarga del viento amihan,
con labio azul,
posiblemente ta pensa tu de mi suffrimiento dentro del jaula de soledad,
un jaula lleno de furia,
como dungeon envuelto na oscuridad,
ta puede yo mira nada,
excepto el diente del tu amor espinoso,
el dulce mordida ta esta siempre na mi pescuezo.

Solo en un cama negra,
con ojos de lagrimas seco,
ta puede mira nada,
pero solamente de tuya sombra blanca,
cuando el sanidad ya volve na mio sentido,
el de tuya sombra ya diriti na umo del madrugada,
ahorra hasta cuando ta nada yo na rio del tristeza,
ta esperanza na calor del tuya piel mas blanco que la luna llena.

Amor mio!
Ta pensa gaha tu ahora comigo como you ta pensa contigo ahora?
tal vez ya puede tu lei mi carta,
cada letra ya escribe mi emocion,
con passion mas dulce que de azucar,
pero se puede te volve na pueblo de Zamboaga,
promite yo na cielo arriba,
casa yo contigo na altar de San Ignacio.

PORK BARREL

Pera!
Beinte mil lang honey pie!
Damit!
Kahit Gucci lang!

Mas masarap marahil ang umaga kung ang bungad ay ang
iyong pag-lalambing,
bawat sulok ng aking mukha'y hinahagod ng mga malalambot
mong mga daliri,
pintig ng aking puso'y iyong pinakikinggan,
init ng aking mga yakap ay tangi mong hinihingi,
yaong hindi nabibili ng salapi,
ngunit ang mga tenga ko'y nabibingi,
mga hiling mo'y tila umaali-ngawngaw,
tumitili,
bawat ugat sa aking utak ay sumasabog,
buong katawan ko'y nagma-manhid.

Cellphone ko'y pagmasdan mong maigi,
tinubuan na yata ng nerbiyos,
nababaliw sa tuwing tumatawag ka,
nabubulok,
naluluma,
nag-dedeliriyo,
mga keypad nito'y kulang-kulang na,
kahit pampa-ayos nito'y ibinigay na sa iyo.

Mula ng makilala ka,
tila'y isang napaka-among anghel,
boses mo'y nakaka-akit,
kaya ang buhay ko ay nagkanda leche leche,
mundo ko ay niyanig,
lugmok sa matinding kahirapan,
balot na ay baon pa sa kaliwa't kanang mga utang,
lahat ng mayroon ako ay iyong inangkin,
ganid ka at napakasuwapang,
buwiset na pagmamahal na ito,
totoo at walang kupas,
Peste!
napaka-hirap matakasan,
walang-hiyang alindog mo at aking binabalik-balikan,
kaya ang karukhaa'y pabalik-balik din.

Hindi ako isang senador,
bilyong piso ang nakulimbat sa PORK BARREL,
hindi rin isang congressman,
bilyong piso ang nakurakot sa PDAF,
lalong hindi isang swindler,
ako ay suko na,
ang tustusan pa ang mga bisyo mo ay hindi ko kakayanin,
alak,
casino,
shabu,
isa kang delubyo,
napaka-saklap na delubyo.

Isabelle,
sa ilalim ng araw,
buhok mo ay ginto,
kusang kumikislap,
hitsurang hawig na hawig ni Solenn Heusaff,
mahahabang pilik-mata'y nakaka wala ng ulirat,
sin-ganda marahil ng isang reyna ng mga diwata,
hubog ng iyong katawan ay tila inukit ng isang batikang
eskultor gaya ni Michaelangelo,
daig mo pa yata ang hugis ni Megan Young,
subalit,
ang lahat ng ito ay wala ring kabuluhan,
tatanda at kukulubot din sa di kalaunan,
Parang awa mo na!
Lumayas ka sa aking harapan!
Sumpa man sa langit!
Umalis ka sa aking mga paningin!
makamandag mong alindog ay maglalaho sa aking dugo't puso.
Hala layas na!

THE YEARNING

PEACE! PEACE! PEACE! 
Painted on murals, 
Vandalized on walls, 
Written on daily newspapers, 
everybody yearned about it, 
Yet everybody resorted into violence to attain it.

From the very first kiss of the morning dew, 
Nothing could be heard on radios, 
But wars from Jerusalem to kabul, 
Till midnight when the nectar of the Dama De Noches flowed through the petals, 
Nothing could be seen on televisions, 
But mutilated cadavers from Damascus to the streets of Zamboanga City, 
And everybody sought for PEACE through all ages.

If am dead and gone, 
It would be sweeter to be buried before darkness, 
Beneath the blooming flowers of yellow roses, 
Where the scent of them would hug my corpse, 
When the windy afternoon comes, 
Their petals would perfume my decaying flesh.

Under the falling rain, 
When my soul crosses the river styx into the other world, 
Where the angel of death's guitar strums flow underneath
The rainbow bridge of soft pillows, 
perhaps I could find peace across the river

ETERNITY

Everytime our ways cross,
This motive of mine could not be seen through my expressions,
But look deeper into my eyes,
They would show my heart beats with sweet sweet melodies,
Within them where thoughts fall into hallucinations,
Neon green orchids and violet wild flowers bloom along our pathways,
butterflies of black and blue lead us through the aisle of purple grasses,
And into the candle lighted altar of an endless love.

Whenever you come closer before me,
Shyness conquers all of my soul,
Tongue tied as if condemned to being mute,
Not even a single letter of love could be spoken,
But to whisper words of passion in the lemon scented wind,
Perhaps its breeze might bring a message of love into your eyes,
A love so pure yet innocent,
Sweeter than red red roses,
And i promise to love you all through eternity.

Every second is spent dreaming about you,
Wishing to touch your face prettier than venus,
Yet i do not have a cent to buy you gifts,
But poems and lots of poems,
Every word is written by my heart,
Sentences are ended with burning desires,
Between those lines are my real intensions,
Love and burning passion,
If you can read them someday,
Perhaps you will love a poet madly in love with you,
With a love so warm you never dreamt of,
Beyond your wildest memory,
The happiest woman on earth will be you.

SONG OF RIO HONDO

Beneath the fuschia painted sky of the setting sun,
war torn houses still burning,
razed into rubbles along the river banks of rio hondo,
with walls devastated by bombs' explosions,
and one by one the ceilings began to fly.

The river's shallow but crystal clear water,
with green sea weeds,mussels and oysters,
once our childhoods' undisturbed playground,
instantly became the unholy graveyard of the
slain MNLF fighters,
decaying cadavers scattered everywhere
like worthless pieces of garbages,
worst than dead animals,
arms detached and eaten by the dogs displaced
by the war they had created,
brains splattered by bullets on mangrooves' roots,
and face swollen with worms appeared beyond recognition.

While the river that once flowed with
the rhythm of neo-gothicism,
singing with the sweet harmonies from the
birds under the falling rain,
but the chords suddenly went out of tune,
disturbed by the torrential beat of a
violent human upheaval,
the orchestra of war bombs,cannons, and guns raised
the flags of war concerts,
and the water ran wild with the musical
note of destruction,
hysterically dancing along the melodies of blood,
a tragic symphony of death.

Karahasan ng pag-ibig

Magdadapit-hapon na't ang kalangita'y nagku-kulimlim,
naghahalo ang madugong pagka-lunod ng araw sa sinag ng
buwang nagbu-bughaw,
ang anino ng aking pag-iisa'y namumula sa pagka-bagot,
isipa'y nagkapunit-punit,
sugat sa katinua'y walang tigil sa pag-durugo,
animo'y nahiwa ng napaka-talas na labaha,
habang ang ulo ko'y nakabaon sa mapapaklang mga palad,
parang patay na dagang nabubulok sa libingan ng kabiguan.

Sa harap ng dalampasigang nangingitim sa hapdi,
damdamin ko'y unti-unting gumuguho,
nadudurog sa lindol ng kalungkutan,
nawasak sa malakas na hampas ng palakol,
at ang mga pirasong duguan ay tumilapon sa karagatan ng kamatayan.

Sa bawat sampal ng hanging malamig,
dala-dala ang ihip ng pagdurusa sa aking pisngi,
ang tanging kanlunga'y lilim ng dambuhalang mahogany,
sa gitna nito'y ang dambana ng ating sagradong tagpuan,
nagbabaga sa tuwing naglalapatan ang mapupusok nating mga halik,
ngunit ngayo'y nag-aapoy dulot ng iyong kataksilan.

Mga ugat ng berdeng lumot sa giwang ng mga adobe'y kumapit
sa tamis ng dati nating mapangahas na pag-iibigan,
hindi alintana na ang daigdig nati'y tinatangay ng rumaragasang
pagnanasa,
mga kamay ko'y nanginginig sa haplos ng mala-sutla mong balat,
marahil ay sin-kinis ng balat ni Anne Curtis,
katawan ko'y dinuduyan ng maka-mundong kaluwalhatian,
ina-anod sa agos ng makulay na musika ng harana sa tuwing dumadapo
ang iyong mainit na mga labi sa aking leeg,
paningi'y tila naglalakad sa kalsadang yari sa malalambot na mga
balahibo ng libong puting kuneho,
at ako'y nasa tuk-tok ng kaligayahang uma-apaw sa ubod ng sarap na tunay na pagmamahal.

Subalit ang aking mga buto't lama'y nangingisay tuwing sumasagi
sa isipan ang mga ala-alang may kamandag ng iyong pan-loloko,
damdami'y nakahandusay sa putik ng naka-lalasong pag-ibig,
para bagang tinusok ng karayom ng pighati,
nakabulagta ang pusong pinaslang ng brutal na dalamhati,
at ang kaluluwa ko'y nakabigti sa bangungot ng pag-durusa.

Habang pinagmamasdan ang mga along panay ang tadyak sa mga bato,
mga luha'y hindi mapipigilan sa pag-tulo,
isa-isang pumapatak sa mga butil ng mga buhanging sin-puti ng mga nitsong nakahilera sa lumang sementeryo,
ang mga bangkay sa loob ng mga ito'y naninilaw na,
tulad ng aking mga matang naninilaw rin sa pait ng matinding pag-hihinagpis.

BLOOD TAINTED MONDAY

Semi - collage dreams suddenly collapsed,
While the chill of September's dawn crept into my veins,
And the scent of the wind outside smelled with horror,
Gunshots from ak-47 disturbed the airs' silence instead
Of the sweet melodies from cock's crows,
Blood tainted streets of bombs and tanks turned the beauty
Of misty sunshine into a perpetual nightmare,
This blood soaked Monday witnessed the gruesome strangulation
Of PEACE in the land of Zamboanga Hermosa.

From the small opening of our rusty gate,
Astonished eyes stared helplessly,
Streams of naked children running away,
Going nowhere,
But deep into the wilderness where they do not know
What lies ahead of their horizons,
And they were just floating adrift on another river of bloodshed.

All around me were so many faces,
Too many unfamiliar faces,
Paled by the brutal yet senseless intrusion
Of the MNLF bandits,
Hundreds of thoughts blown away,
While the roaming savages seized women as hostages,
Human shields,
And prized items for ransom,
hands tied men beheaded in cold blood,
Bodies hacked into pieces by the moros' kris of greed,
Raped young girls' dignities hidden under the shadow
Of the looters' flag of death,
And the petals of the blue roses along the street of Sta. Catalina withered
Beneath the drops of blood from the innocent victims.

Crying mothers rushing everywhere,
Clueless kids over their left shoulders,
While packed clothes hanging under their right arms,
An exhausted woman with eyes filled with bitter tears,
A child on her lap asked intelligently,
Is this the war for liberation?
No Son!
This war is all about a struggle for self glorification,
A conflict armed with deceptions,
An ideologically bankcrupt upheaval,
Most certainly is a self interested business.

When darkness fell,
With the full moon,
Heavy exchanges of gunfires murdered the deafening silence,
Trembling explosions tore every fiber of social justice on this broken land,
Fires everywhere razed thousand of homes into ashes,
Just like death that could steal everything from you, even your soul,
And the night sky turned into hell,
Illuminating the ugliest picture of war.

Underneath the hell of blood,
A father's eyes kept on shedding tears,
Kneeling before his burning house,
While in his arms is the dead body of his son caught in a crossfire,
Too helpless and numb,
But to curse this moronic war.

Between the burning houses across the street,
A child came out with her little teddy bear doll,
Her face lined with anxieties,
Constanly looking for her dead mother and father,
She looked inside the burning window,
Screaming the name of her sister burned alive,
But a brave army soldier took her away from the war zone,
While in his arms,
She asked,
Would this war be over tomorrow?
He answered not a single word but tears,
Because he certainly knows,
As long as human greed exist,
Then war would always be the chronic disease of mankind.