Saturday, January 31, 2009

you

YOU


I did not choose to love you,

Love chose me for you, you for me,

I did not choose to think of you,

Every minute, everyday, all the time.

I did not know why I love you,

But I know…

Why wherever you are, light shines,

Why every time you talk, I am silent,

How your smile brings joy,

How your company makes me secure,

It’s because,

Of that four-letter word,

Nothing more.

Your smile, your face, your voice,

Your company, warmth, care and embrace,

Are my seven wonders.

For with them I hold,

Hold the world’s beauty –

All in one.

?

?


I walked with a smile to the floor,

Went up and turned my bedroom door,

Tiptoed aimlessly to the stairs,

Slept contentedly to the door,

Locked carefully across my face,

Opened joyfully on my bed,

Sat privately the knob…



I walked aimlessly to the door,

Opened and turned the knob,

Tiptoed carefully across the floor,

Went up, joyfully, the stairs,

Locked, privately, my bedroom door,

Sat contentedly on my bed,

Slept with a smile on my face.



All because you said “YES.”

bored...

BORED…


Time stood still as the clock’s hands did not know motion,

Deprived by its sole measurement.

The grunts of my environment became the basis of seconds…

One…two…three…

I looked at the empty space for there was nothing to see,

Yet the lighting dimmed and glowed.

I do not know whether the light was really changing or

My mind chose to entertain me by making me see

Different things.

The light was bright, then the light was soft,

Nonetheless, what I see is still light –

Yet, time seemed to move faster.

As I closed my eyes, and time moved even faster.

I did not see light for I could see anything.

I was a superhero, moving around my “name-ville”

Flying, with my dark red cape and glossy costume.

I was saving a world, but I was still sitting down.

Looking at nothing for I could see nothing.

I was having fun,

In the thought of having fun.

I really did not have to do anything for entertainment.

Entertainment came to me.

I looked at an empty space… and time passed.

I closed my eyes… and time flew.

My source of entertainment was everywhere…anywhere

They just needed time, I just had to look for them…

And fun came along.

It’s funny, fun was the one waiting for me.

mirror

it seems that for days it has been raining, when it has only been three hours, approximately. the droplets were pouring so angrily, as if the people walking cost them thier lives. i do not like the rain. it's like i had done something wrong to cause heaven its misery, and with its tears, the favor seems to be returning.

i was in a hurry, i needed to get home. the hole in the cieling might not be the only thing to cover up... there might be more.

the cab was caught in traffic. the red light was on, taunting me with its mockery, it's as if it enjoys watching me grow impatient. we were under a tree, the cab and i. the tears of heaven could not reach as much as it normally could, more so, sting me with its consciencious irony. it's good to be safe inside a car. the rain can not reach me in the car. the window mirrors may serve as the barrier from me and the rest of the world. the mirrors are my medium, with it, i can watch the rain drops fall with defeat, not being able to hit me with their contained anger.

but my mockery of the rain seemed to be gettting into me. the rain made me see a mirage, it made me see a lady, i can see it, face to face, nose to nose, with the glass parting our breaths, i stand assured. i was waiting for the mirage to disappear when the driver of the cab blowed the horns, with much irritation, i can say. i was beeped back to reality, as if electrified and put back to where i really was. the mirage must have disappeared too... i looked back to window, there she was still too. now knocking at the glass, if the glass was not there, the lady would be punching my nose. the lady must want something.... a donation, i presume. i need an excuse...

forgive me lady, for i am deaf. i could not hear your voice, let alone your request. i cannot hear your pain, i do not hear your call. i did not hear what my mom told about helping those in need.

forgive me lady, for i am blind. i do not see your life, even more, your need. i would not be able to see you suffer, for i would not see you cry. i do not see how helping you helps me.

i thought.

the cab moved a meter forward. ignoring the lady at the window, i gazed emptily, guessing what time i would get home. an hour later or so i guess.

the cab moved again, but this time, it did not stop. the cruel red light had stopped its mockery... alas. that was one of my problems solved. as the cab continued to move, the lady from the window haunted me with her mysterious smirk, as i decided to call it.

i could have helped her. i should have helped her. my conscious shouted with much dismay.

forgive me lady for i chose to be deaf. i kept the windows shut. i turned the music up when you cried for help. i pretended not to hear when your hopes was held high. i covered my ears when you opened your palms.

forgive me lady for i chose to be blind. i closed my eyes when yours met mine. i looked the other way when tears went down your face. i looked down when your eyes looked up.

forgive my lady for i chose not to care.

that was all i can do.... the honk broke my repentance. i wondered why the driver is still blowing the horns.

we were still in traffic. under the same tree. still under the angry tears of heaven. it has only been a minute since the driver first blew the horn.

i was electrified... again. with that i sat on the wet cardboard beside the tree looking at the lady inside the cab next to me. how i wish i could be like that. but will i as uncaring as her, when i am in her shoes... probably so. my granduer was only an illusion, yet it caused me to venture far deeper in my arrogance.

i lay down on my back, exposing my half-naked body to the angry drops of rain. i seeked no more refuge, i longed no more to escape. i give my body to revenge-seeking soldiers of heaven... i need no longer to hope, for what i have now is what the best i could have been...

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

fIeStA

The Fiesta Prusisyon

I opened and rubbed my eyes when I heard a loud and jolly jive of a marching band seemingly getting closer, and I knew that here it comes. I jumped briskly out of my covers and joined my family outside. They already had the chips and biscuits on baskets and bags, and I was confident that this is it. After cleaning my eyes once again, I saw that every family has done the same: fathers carrying their little children on their shoulders, moms flapping their avanicos waiting for it to come their way, bundles and plastics of snacks dawdling for their scene. This was it, the prusisyon was here.

At last, I gained sight of the entourage. The security officers were leading the chain, with very little effort clearing the way for the occasion, shortly followed by the real train. A group of elders were the real eye-catchers of the assembly. With their aged bodies, they enthusiastically perform the dance. Facing backward, knees bent, they glide youthfully mixing their performance with the interestingly amusing rhythm the band was giving. Aggressively, they move three steps backwards, their body movement merging with the cold blow of the wind creating an illusion of flawless waves within the choreography. Then gawking directly to the image of the saint, with two steps, they approach rapidly as if offering their mighty valor to our patron. The continuous pattern was creating an illusion of young children playing, it was beautiful, how the irony of the thought came up. The elderly performing the steps successively were followed by some of the officials, who walked with great authority, and then the band- then follows the reason for the occasion. Having that glorious aura and momentum, the figure of Sta. Marta demanded attention. The cart, carried by men performing the same dance as the elders, had but little garnish offers grandeur and caught everybody’s respect and admiration. After the saint has passed, the highlight follows, the followers were each carrying boxes. Each family, getting the snacks they had prepared, and throws them above the procession. Every man was forcefully getting his space, grasping any food thrown above him.

That was it. Although the steps were simple, you can see in every eye, the sense of enjoyment, the great presence of faith and that little sparks of fulfillment.

eClIpSe

ECLIPSE

ESPILCE

Sun shines as a child chooses to dream,

That blossoms the imagination,

Grows the dream, and,

Warms the desire…

For the sun ray success,

Illuminate the meaning –

Everyday and life…

For the sun spells,

Happiness that burned,

From the day the child sees that sun…

Let the child reach the sun,

Let it burn in the hands and succeed.

For that sun is the reason,

Why the child finds a new day…

But as the sun lives in ember,

As, in reality, will always be,

Covered by the moon –

That introduces dim,

Despair, impossibility and not.

To get the light of dream,

And to get the sun,

Is to see that flame,

Beyond what is crescent…

For, again, in reality, the eclipse will

Always occur – always be,

Always is…

The burden there now, is –

To see the sun,

To let the rays pass through,

To be not covered by the moon,

To see the eclipse on the other side…

To dream!

iSn'T iT fUnNy?

FUNNY?


Isn’t it funny why people dream?

I want fame, I want money, I want a car,

I want to learn, I want to study, I want to be –

A doctor, a model, a writer,

An artist, a father, a person.

Whatever the dream may be,

It creates a passion, that,

Would never be, can never be…

GONE.

Isn’t it funny that children idolize?

Voltes V, Recca, Popeye,

Spongebob, Mickey and Ash.

Captivated on the ideal, the typical,

Fiction of entertainment?

Still, these cartoons, is where the children first –

Learn to want, learn to be what they are,

Know where they will go,

The basics, so-called,

In starting the burn of Dream…

Isn’t it funny how different people dream?

Some want a new bag, a new gizmo…

Some want to enter school, to be able to read…

Some want to go abroad, to travel…

And some want to eat three meals a day…

This is not to compare, but this is to

SEE

To see that people can dream, people have them,

People are full of them.

But the funny thing in difference is that –

For some, dreams are desires,

And for some, are hopes, to reach the point,

The point where that first some, started to dislike…

I Dream,

I dream that someday…

Someday, dreams will not just be-

Exclusive.

I dream that someday,

Someday, when a person starts to dream,

Is the day that person, walks toward that dream…

For that is, what they call,

DREAMING…