Wanderer of Wonders

If you could sing some lullabyes for me during night and day, and then catch me when I need your arms the most; then perhaps I could visit your dreams till like eternity. Just so i can smell your presence, and please say you'd let me to.

Monday, June 26, 2006

The Commercialized Sector

And suddenly…
Thins become so strange
Everything’s new
No longer shall the children of the prolet enjoy the privilege
Bourgeois Idealists emerge from all places
I am saddened, so saddened.

I am caught unguarded by these small parable
The smell of fresh leaves from the big old trees
The silence enticing the tired campus geniuses

Free, Scienctific, Mass-oriented education!
They shall forever shout. But voices were never heard.
Education is a privilege!
This is just what the republic exactly shows.
Never a right!

DAMN THE PRIVILEGED!

Sunday, June 25, 2006



on the flesh for the first time...just wondering if this would somehow make sense, ehehe..

Friday, June 23, 2006

The Echoes of Banahaw


Magkandirit
Magtampisaw
Umuulan sa dalampasigan
Nagaanyaya
Nanghahamon.

Tag-ulan na naman sa aking isipan
Nagbabalik ang bangungot ng kahapon
Tulala na namang nakamasid
Sa mga naligaw na insekto sa pasilyo
Habang patuloy ang mabilis na pag-agos
Ng mainit na likido sa mukha ko.

Magsayaw
Mag-indakan
Pula na ang araw sa dakong silangan
Nag-aanyaya
Nanghahamon.

Relatibong mapagpasya ang panahon
Minsa’y pumapayag sa mumunting kahilingan
Ang nais lamang ay muling mabagtas
Ang makikipot na pilapil patungong kalayaan.

Manimbang
Maglakbay
Naghihintay na nga sila
Nag-aanyaya
Nanghahamon.
Dilly Dollying Lizt

Fed up with the noisy horns
With the erring pollution
The madness
Growing in the city.

I have long wanted to fly
But have not found my wings yet
I have walked for a thousand miles
But I only got strayed somehow.

They say I’m beyond anyone’s coherence
Maybe they lack rationality then
I ain’t got a good pocket
I never got one
But I got a grin for everyone
I have never spoken love nor care to anyone
Well they love me for who I am
People seldom see me when sane
Cuz they will be here when I am not.

I’m still fed up
If there’s anyone who’d want to know the truth
But I’m trying to be ok
And still smiling
‘cuz it’s better to do this
than explaining the contrary.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Hating from a Distance

I hate you.
I don’t know if I should,
But I feel like hating you.

I don’t really hate you as yo,u per se.
I cannot hate you that much,
With all those softly spoken words
Dancing with me during solitary days and nights.
With all those hours of togetherness
Hiding me in your arms from a thunder lightning.
I cannot really hate you,
Perhaps, I can only long for your attention.

I am probably mad.
But more to myself,
For letting you stab my heart.
I have seen your weapon ahead in the distance,
But hell, I allowed you to come near my chest.
I shouldn’t have believed in fairy tales.
You killed me. This madness kills me.
I’m just so weak today.

Maybe I can dance again tomorrow. Maybe I can write a song for another the next morning I wake up. Maybe I can be better, things will be better tomorrow. I just hope that I’ll still be able to wake up again after forcing myself to sleep tonight.