di pinag-aaralan
kusa na lang dumarating
walang pinipiling panahon
kapag ang diwa ay gising
sa hudyat ng isip
kamay ay gumagalaw
kailangang maisulat
damdaming sumisigaw
nakikita, naririnig
anumang maramdaman
kailangang palayain
kahit na may masasaktan
ang bawat kataga
ay hibla ng katinuan
kailangang maglakbay
ang bawat masaksihan
kaloob o sumpa
ano ba ang takda?
bilanggo ang sarili
sa pagiging malaya
di mapigilan
patuloy ang agos
kapag may nasimulan
tiyak na may matatapos
tangkilikin man
o hindi bigyang pansin
sa laot ng paglaya
may damdaming aanurin
magpapatuloy
hanggang diwa ay mulat
saan man makarating
patuloy ang paglalayag
kaloob man o sumpa
haharapin ang takda
kailangang mabilanggo
bago tuluyang lumaya
kaloob o sumpa
ano ba ang takda?
bilanggo ang sarili
sa pagiging malaya
8/27/2014
11:11 pm
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
BLACK DOG
“Sometimes the worst place you can be is in your own head.” Unknown
feeding you with grief
you grow bigger everyday
it seems there’s nothing I can do
but to follow your lonesome way
you brought me into places
where self pity sprouts
in the darkness of solitude
you play in my room of doubts
the unwanted past lingers
whenever I look into your eyes
as I keep walking with you
something in me slowly dies
i knew when I took you in
my life won't be the same
but something has to change
or else I'll lose this game
Note:
A “Black Dog”, is a phrase used as a metaphor for melancholy or depression.
RMP
8/21/14
Los Banos Philippines
Revised 10/8/17
Winnipeg Manitoba
Monday, August 18, 2014
POETIC WRATH
"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you" –Maya Angelou
a storm is brewing
in my ocean of thoughts
the pressure’s building up
there are collisions of words
the winds of change are raging
emotions are blown away
the warning signs are up
surges are on their way
opinions will sway
biases are torn apart
ideals will be uprooted
the fury will break some hearts
the downpour of contradictions
will create a flooded path
prepare to brace against
the gusts of my poetic wrath
RMP 8/18/14
Los Banos Laguna Philippines
a storm is brewing
in my ocean of thoughts
the pressure’s building up
there are collisions of words
the winds of change are raging
emotions are blown away
the warning signs are up
surges are on their way
opinions will sway
biases are torn apart
ideals will be uprooted
the fury will break some hearts
the downpour of contradictions
will create a flooded path
prepare to brace against
the gusts of my poetic wrath
RMP 8/18/14
Los Banos Laguna Philippines
Saturday, August 16, 2014
RANDOM #4
it’s my space, it’s my timeline
i can write and say whatever’s on my mind
like it or not, share it or ignore
the urge to post will be stronger than before
agree or disagree, it doesn’t really matter
i don’t take it personally if you think you are smarter
if you think like a sage, or just pretending to be deep
i don’t give a damn just don’t try to spoil my trip
RMP 8/16/14
i can write and say whatever’s on my mind
like it or not, share it or ignore
the urge to post will be stronger than before
agree or disagree, it doesn’t really matter
i don’t take it personally if you think you are smarter
if you think like a sage, or just pretending to be deep
i don’t give a damn just don’t try to spoil my trip
RMP 8/16/14
RANDOM #3
driven by expectations
we always look around
trying to figure out
what keeps us on the ground
we equate what we have
with what we don’t possess
then by raising our stakes
we define our own success
changes are imminent
benchmarks are volatile
to stay within the circle
we swallow the bitter pill
nothing is enough
we’re always in a race
no matter how much we have
there’s always an empty space
no limits
no finish line
everything that we do
is a race against time
contentment’s just a dream
unless we cut the thread
the chase will only cease
when we run out of breath
RMP (8/16/2014)
we always look around
trying to figure out
what keeps us on the ground
we equate what we have
with what we don’t possess
then by raising our stakes
we define our own success
changes are imminent
benchmarks are volatile
to stay within the circle
we swallow the bitter pill
nothing is enough
we’re always in a race
no matter how much we have
there’s always an empty space
no limits
no finish line
everything that we do
is a race against time
contentment’s just a dream
unless we cut the thread
the chase will only cease
when we run out of breath
RMP (8/16/2014)
Friday, August 15, 2014
RANDOM #2
lured by possibilities
the urge went beyond the norm
until I’ve found myself
opening a can of worms
an error in judgment
has brought my feet into a trap
it’ll take a while before
i can finally close the gap
RMP (8/14/14)
the urge went beyond the norm
until I’ve found myself
opening a can of worms
an error in judgment
has brought my feet into a trap
it’ll take a while before
i can finally close the gap
RMP (8/14/14)
RANDOM #1
an excruciating lesson
from a mission done in haste
success isn’t something
you can simply cut and paste.
RMP (8/13/14)
from a mission done in haste
success isn’t something
you can simply cut and paste.
RMP (8/13/14)
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