No. 19 | Sail Away

To find your happiness.

And to have the courage to pursue it.

To realize what really matters.

And to let pass what wounded you.

No. 18 | Imortal

Paano nga ba maging imortal?
Sa totoo lang, malabo yun.
Singlabo yun ng smog sa EDSA.
Imposible ata yun, kasi nga lahat halos ay pwedeng magbago
o maglaho na parang boto.
Yung pwedeng palitan o takpan
sa isang iglap nag hindi mo man lang namamalayan.
Habang ika'y himbing
hindi mo alam na ika'y nilalansing
ng mga gagong balimbing.
Aakalain mo may mahika.
Hindi marururok ng iyong lohika.
Sa balis ng pangyayari,
walang makakapansin.
Parang yung kanta ng Rivermaya
na pinamagatang "Kisap Mata".

Paano nga maging imortal
at mabuhay nang habambuhay?
Paano pipigilan ang pagdating ng oras
para mamaalam nang walang pagaatubili at agam-agam?
Kailan ka magiging handa?

Ang pagiging imortal ay wala sa kung ano
o magkano ang iyong salapi.
Hindi bibilangin kung ilang tropeyo ang naka-display
sa iyong tukador o chinese cabinet.
Wala rin papansin kung gaano kakinang
ang mga medalyang ginto't pilak na isinakbit sa iyong leeg.
Walang halaga kung ika'y naging pabling o chicks noong iyong kabataan.
Ang pagiging imortal ay kung ano ang nasa puso mo.
Ang pagiging imortal ay nasa isip ng mga taong
minsan ay iyong nakasalamuha.
Ito ay nasa puso ng mga hinipo mong kaluluwa.
Ang pagiging imortal ay nasa kanta,
mga tula at bawat titik na iyong isinulat.

Ito ay nasa mga iginuhit mong larawan.
Nasa mga ngiti at pag-asa na iyong binitiwan.
Ito ay nasa mga salita na iyong sinambit, ibinulong o ipinaghiyawan.
Ito ay wala sa kung ano ang mayroon ka o kung ano ang nagkaroon ka
o kung ano ang iyong pangalan.
Hindi ito huhusga sa kulay ng iyong balat,
yari ng suot mong baro o lugar na pinanggalingan.
Ito ay susukatin sa kung ano ang iyong naibahagi,
sa kapwa, sa mundo.
Ika'y titimbangin hindi sa kung ano ka o kung sino ang iyong ninuno.
Simple lang,
babase ito sa kung paano ka nagpakasino.

No. 17 | Surprise Me

What if someone hands you a weapon?
What are your choices?

Analysts would use questioning.
The practical would check for bullets.
Cynics would doubt the sincerity.
The proud would decline
even if he knows that he needs it.
Fools would simply accept it
even if he finds it useless.
Fearful ones would feel unworthy.
A traitor would shoot you in the head.
While a free thinker would show gratitude
and would find a hundred or  a thousand ways
to make the most out of it.

Who are you?
What are you made of?
I'd like to meet you.

No. 16 | Parke

Noon, madalas sa parke ang puntahan ng mga magkasintahan.

Kapag araw ng linggo, napupuno ito ng mga bunton ng masasayang pamilya,

bitbit ang kani-kanilang mga anak

na malayang nagsisipagtakbuhan sa kawalan.

Naging kanlungan din ito ng mga kabataan

na maingat na tinahi ang kanilang mga mumunting pangarap.

Napupuno ang lugar ng hagikgikan at mga kwento

na minsa'y may pait at tamis

na bubuo sa isang napakagandang larawan.

Habang ang mga puno at bulaklak

ang nagsisilbing saksi sa matatamis na mga panagakong binitiwan.

N0. 15 | Paalam At Mga Mura Na Pabaon Ko

Naalala ko lang nung unang gabing ika’y magpakilala

Animo ay kay bait, mabubulaklak na salitang binitawan sa ilalim ng mga tala

Ang imahe mong ipinakita – mabait, lugmok, malungkot madalas ay nayayamot

Ako ay iyong yinaya ang sabi ay tutulungan mo akong lumimot

Ayaw noong una hindi dahil sa walang tiwala

Ito ay marahil sa hindi pa rin pagkalimot sa isang pagkawala

Lahat ay tutol, sa iyo ay may ayaw

Ako'y kinutya, sa bago kong kanta at sayaw

Unti-unti ika’y pinatuloy sa pintong nakakandado

Ipinangakong hihilumin ang puso kong baldado

No. 14 | 9 Mornings

Uumpisahan ko itong aking tula

Gamit ay isang panalangin sa ilalim ng mga tala

Dear Lord, ibigay ang hiling

Ng pusong lasing

Pangakong magpapakabait, 9 mornings kukumpletuhin

No. 13 | THE DAWN

I have dreamt a hundred nights,
couple of them were the usual
while too few have turned into nightmares.
At some extent, I allowed the experience.
Then at the bottom of the dark,
while the moon lit the space,
I was awakened.
Everyone is struggling with their own nightmares, I know.
And it is either you hate or embrace the horror it proposes.
But the Supreme promises a peaceful dawn.
The night is over.
Be startled no more, you'd be fine.

No. 12 | MASQUERADE

                                                                                                                          

Have you ever caught yourself so lost?

Or dreaming and when thinking doesn’t make sense?

Have you ever been so helpless?

Or weak, deteriorating like a rotten roach?

Have you ever felt too much energy?

An ounce more of giddiness and you’ll explode.

Have you ever felt lonely despite the crowd?

Or felt at ease and found peace on your own?

Have you ever wished time would stop?

Or rewind a past then be thrilled to your future all at once?

No. 11 | INCOMPATIBLE HARMONY

Do you want me to tell you a story?

Someone, somewhere in my past, I cannot recall.

Turned me into a horror fiercer than my fears.

At once, I was at my kindest too!

Much softer, surpassing all sorts of scales.

To show or tell you how it's all written,

I am not certain.

For it was filled with thrill and sorrow

or ecstasy beyond measure.

It was disruptive yet too beautiful.

.. indescribable.

But I can sum it up with these

- worth it..

No. 10 | UNFAMILIAR REVERIE

Going back to the place I have never been

Saying words that were never concluded 

Whispering fancies I never imagined

Believing into something that was never seen

Feeling you, whom I have never needed

- Lovely, eternal and I love you.

No. 09 | REDEMPTION

He was confident yet unassuming.

He was my enemy but the only best friend I ever had.

He brought joy yet almost drowned me to sore.

He was honest and kind but knew how to fuck back.

He refused to give a shit but he was very observant.      

Sometimes he blows my mind and leaves me mystified with things hard to fathom.

He was a protector yet he had always been a child.

Maybe he was a little too selective but always decisive and just.
He could be scary and unpredictable but has chosen to be gentle and comforting.

Maybe he was difficult but I understood him.
He was just one of the puzzles we all try to figure out but he remained intangible.

From the profundity of my insanity, he tried to save me but somehow missed the path.

He may have lost his way and me the courage to stay

but I anticipate his redemption, and me, resolution.

For what it’s worth, it isn’t a fight without the bleed.

No. 7 | Todo el mundo es un viajero

Lahat ay daraan

Samu't sari ang mga pasan-pasan

Hindi mahalaga kung sino ka't san nagmula

Rurok ng puso mo, doo'y magsimula

Ako,ikaw pawang walang alam sa patutunguhan

Tanging si Ama ang gabay ng sangkatauhan

Huwag matakot na magkamali

o magpasintabi man dili

Iisa lang ang buhay

Dito sa mundo'y minsan lang mamamahay

Tumalon, ngumiti't magalak

Tayo'y magpakalango sa alak

Humiyaw, imiyak sa sakit kung kailangan

Lahat maiiibsan basta't ika'y tumangan

Lahat ay magmadali

Ikaw ako ay kasali

Sindihan ang yosi't simulan hithitin

Pait at sarap langhapin natin

Dito sa mundong mapaglaro

Buhay, puso't isip laging binibiro

No. 6 | Retrospect

I miss the old days.

The small talks, some laughs and countless smiles.

The way you ease the crap outta me.

Enthralling..

I miss the old you.

Hilarious jokes, pathetic pick up lines and nasty smell.

Addictive..

I miss the old us.

Simple joys, endless hopes and deep affection.

Vanishing..

No. 5 | Boston Kreme

I’m not a saint. I have been in countless of wicked burdens, I must confess. I’m not proud of it and yet I don’t have a particular right to deny it. I have seen my life repeatedly and nonetheless, I’m still incapable of perfecting it. Fears are coming every night, roaring like a thunder in my ears. I listened carefully to scrutinize what was it aiming to tell me--- I didn’t find one. Still, I find every morning so comforting. It’s like a new novel lingering to be read and explored. It’s amazing how I discovered the sweetness in life’s resentment. It’s funny how I came to a point realizing what I am capable of doing (that I didn’t know). The remarkable way of finding out how much love I could give and take was truly wonderful. The learning to overcome my insecurities and welcome fascinating odds made me appreciate the life in my pocket now. I have learned the unbreakable way to be happy and that is to be happy for other people. I'm so learning it, little by little, I try. They say perfect happiness can be found at once. However, I would say it’s an extensive course of valuing your meaning in this bottomless spot called lifetime. A voyage that one has to seize. An integral prophecy that one has to sustain. Moreover, a beautiful love story that one has to share. – Happy 5^th anniversary...

No. 4 | Memoirs Of An Old Child In Me

Twelve years ago, I was like dancing with noiseless music. Trying to see the world that was encasing me, I was taught how to creep from a distance. I remember how I would watch the children play --- their laugh, footsteps, very remarkable. However, I was weak and just too afraid to be wounded so always, I would just gaze at them from a distance.

Secluded in my own miniature paradise, I secretly built my dreams and kept my frustrations. No one knew when misery is encasing me --- no one. I pledged that I would be strong and that there would be no space for grief. Life is a battle and one needs to play hard, I said.

Then reality took in. Life should not be like that. Failures are already given in the equation hence, learn to deal and live with it. Experience is always the best teacher, they say, and so heed. Never make the same mistake in any circumstance and do not ever rationalize a stupid action you have done. Never deny your crime. Do not overlook a good kiss just to please somebody’s ignorance. Never rush into growing old. Enjoy your childhood --- it is priceless. Value the gray hair on your head --- its worth reminiscing. Learning to love others is not thorny but it takes a while to love your own self. Life is a journey and love is part of that process.

Its never late to relish the present --- laugh, speak up, live, love, keep burdens away, get intoxicated, party all night, smoke in, smoke out, be crazy, yell, whisper, kiss, play, and swear if things sucks!

No. 3 | Growing Old

At one point in your life, you will realize that you are worth more than that. You will probably see the beauty that was once never appreciated by others. You will be smarter with your actions and less wishful in thinking. The insignificant tears you have shed will be forgotten, as you grow older. The people around you will accept all those dim-witted actions you have made if not, love ‘ em. You will enjoy counting how many boyfriends/ girlfriends you have had and to reminisce all the craziest and naughtiest whims you did with them, surely will make you smile! Heartaches will be laughed at, same with the mushy scripts you have written. They will not even notice how ugly you looked like or how fanatical you dressed up. Disappointments will just be a part of the history, as you grow older. You will know how to play with different crowds without compromising your ego. It will not make a big disparity how many times you have laid in bed; the important thing is how many times you stood up smirking! All the wrinkles you have acquired throughout the years will just be included in the rushing air as futile fragments. All these, as you grow older.

No. 1 | Cry For A Piece Of Sanity

Queries in psyche keep me idle

Where do I go? I ask myself

What is ahead of me?

The answer, I could not unearth

Thought I have poured out all my sentiments,

I started believing I’m all right

Skewed into reality, I continue the trip to my so-called happy life

Everything's well, life is good, I am in bliss and I am lying

A man out there is taking my hand,

he promises everything and just keen to take care of my broken heart

He said he would fix the whole thing

He said he would do everything

I was unresponsive, reluctant and too subtle at that moment

- I turned him down

He cried in silence

I told him he’s not good enough so I asked him to leave

From then on, he never stops from steering me

- Slowly, Deeply

Every single day, nonstop

I'm not stupid, am I?