Thoughts of a Gypsying Fantast

Nang aking idilat ang malulungkot kong mga mata Ibinungad sa akin ang isang tahimik na digmaan- Digmaan ng magkatunggaling liwanag at karimlan Na pinaluha ang kalangitan na tinatawag na "ulan." Unti- unti ang luha ng langit ay naging luha ko, Tumilamsik at tumulo sa mukha kong pinagkaitan ng ligaya At walang ano- ano'y naisip ko- Ikaw marahil din ba ay nabasa? Marupok na ngiti lamang ng aking labi ang sumagot Na tila winiwikang "Hindi, kanlong sya ng kanyang iniibig. Ligtas sya sa malupit na ulan, samantalang ikaw, Pati kaluluwa mo'y basang- basa diyan." At nahabag ako sa aking kinahinatnan, Kailan pa natutong manakit ang ulan? "Dito na lamang po ako," wika ko sa cocherong may makabagong sasakyan at iniabot ang bayad. "Salamat, Binibini", sagot nya, "tila nilalamig ka na." "Ayos lang ako Ginoo, sanay ako sa malamig na pakikitungo Ng ulan, ng langit, at ng iniibig ko."

Who are you? To me, you're the man who captured my savage heart And made me eat my words, The man who resurrected All dead thoughts in me, The man who gave hope To all possibilities- The man who covered my eyes Who made me slip into blindness- A blindness not unwanted, A blindness which defined things meaningless before. Who really are you? To me, you're the man who bears the word "impossible", You're a test of my character, You're the fire who sharpens my blade, You're the challenge who'd bring me closer To the one I truly love And through you that love is made stronger And because of you, I accept my fate: That I belong to him alone, That I am bound to him, time out of mind. And through the tearing of that blindness you brought me, I now see it all And I thank you for passing through. Thank you.

I couldn't move on because I know That there is more to just living and then dying, That there is more to easing hunger  and quenching the thirst, That there is more to work than to keep food on the table, That we are born for a greater cause and for that cause we are allowed to die. I couldn't move on dearest life, I wouldn't move on And shrug my shoulders and toil in a prison people had made for themselves. I could see its cold, steel bars ever dwindling and I'd rather die outside it. I couldn't move on dearest life, I dare not move on- When I know something worthy is being set aside for the call of the churning gut, And that meaning of freedom is distorted, And you, yourself became an oppressor. I couldn't move on because I couldn't bear it, That we are here to take the first and last breaths when I know there is more to that. There is more to that, I knew it because it speaks to me in my sleep, Calling out to me disturbing my selfish pe

Sa tuwing ipipikit ko ang aking mga mata, Nakikita ko ang iyong mukha At aking napagtatanto kung paano Kinatay ng pera, trabaho at mga tao Ang pagkamalikhain ko. Sa tuwing ipipikit ko ang aking mga mata, Nakikita ko ang iyong mukha Na animoy mala- halimaw na anino Ng isang nkalimutang panaginip Na nakabaon sa lumipas na mga taon Ngunit minumulto ako hanggang ngayon. Sa tuwing ipipikit ko ang aking mga mata, Nakikita ko ang iyong mukha At batid ko ang hapdi ng mga sugat Ng mga nasirang pangarap Na ibinulong ko lahat sa dagat, At ang dagat ang tanging nakakaalam Kung ano ang tunay na nilalaman Ng puso na pilit namang kinkalimutan  ng isipan Dahil akoy nasasaktan Sa tuwing naaalala ang sumpa Na maging malaya sa kandungan Ng sining at musika At mga nag aapoy na salita Na isusulat sa papel ng tinta. Sa tuwing ipipikit ko ang aking mga mata Nakikita ko ang iyong mukha At ang sinsasabi sakin ng iyong mga mata: "Mahal, maging malaya ka. Maging malaya ka na.&qu

How do I unlive If my life is incomplete? Yes, I have eyes- Eyes devoid of light. It was Death which resides In them; The same Death You conquered; The same Death Which awaits me in the end. So how do I unlive when Death is in me already? How do I live If I have to repeat The same mistakes Over and over? Life is what you gave me In the beginning; The same Life You'd promised; The same Life I want to have with you always. So how do I live when in this life, I am unworthy? Lend me your eyes then That I may see; I wish to see The love my rotten eyes failed To see; Take my heart in return And be the content of it. Be the content of it and live Inside it, so that my heart Would burst and remove Death That lives within me; The very Death that makes me unworthy.

I will write because I am cross and lonely All dreams had eluded me I lost my voice to even sing a melody I am just another sad story. Maybe not, maybe I'm just crazy I can always choose to be happy, I may look stupid to many But then I'll be a better story. Rejoice, there is that light That burns through the reign of night So tiny, but it is all I believed in, It's kindness, in a world so mean. Hope, it is called and this- A story of hope.