The Old World

From changing to stopping
From a glance to a hateful staring
With a word of meaning

Things has grown from everything to nothing
Shadows that was to be walking
Now they are there on black’s hiding

The laughter that could be anywhere be hearing
Is gone with her taking
And with the words of joy left sad sorrowing

That feeling that I hold the earth
When it moves when all are bold
Now helpless am I and on my own world being cold

The echoes that surrounds my universe
Has turned soft backing up to my own verse
That whatever it would pledge to say, would turn back to me as a curse

Leaving things old
As is of molds
No life, love is sold

A Decade of Remembering

Sitting there nothing
On my mind thinking
Plainly is of something
Motions are stuck on my eyesight’s blocking

Then a strong feeling of old was coming
To my heart it was beating
Rumbling like a big thunder soft to the start of the beginning
Where my world was all on pink running

It was no other than the solitaire beauty
That one lady
With gold and ribbons in her eyes, round and so bright
Can’t believe she was there, walking again on my sight

Leaving her essence
Like a smooth feeling of a great sense
From her skin that’s so white soft porcelain
On that air it was moving, staying as colorful as pink

Like it could mold into a thing
Where moon and sun are dancing
A smell of gold, a sound of romance all hearing
All together in one moment, all together in one happening

Thee lady is there, not knowing how to believe how true it is, thinking
Oh moon and sun are smiling, emotions are stuck and praying
Talking to both planets inside of a heart, there it sounds of a million beating
Pink, pink, pink, pink it’s saying, pink it seeing, pink its sensing

It was the destined solitaire lady
Back from there to my reality
Amazing but truly
From a decade now I’ve see. Wonderful it is, I’m free

ang tanong sa kanila-freeverse

ang bagal ng buhay
bawat minuto ramdam
ihip ng hangin, mga ibon at awitin.
mga letrang nasa mata lamang nakatatak
galing sa ibat ibang tanawin
sariling hinga ng buhay naagda
anu pa nga ba ang dapat makita?
upang sa titik ito'y iukit.
ako, tayo madaling makakita..
panu ang ibang taong mababaw ang paniniwala
sa letra man o titik na nakahibla
dapat ko bang ipinta
bawat salita na aking nadadama?
kung maari lamang kasama sa panulat ay pintura
kung saan lalabas litratong buhay at di nabubura
kung ganun sana lahat ay may paniniwala
sa simpleng letra masasabi nila" ito ay maganda".

STORY OF A ONE MAN

A story:
One day there was this man
He was all alone in the world he created for himself and to none
He plan his world out from his great imagination
He created it as if he is the god
He planted joys of trees and everything from it
Along with the creatures from above of heaven to the waters of ocean
Then he made rocks and riches of lone

It was a perfect world…

He wanders
From the vast’ness of the his lands
His sands
His oceans
His all
His creation

And so he got tired
How deeply it was he got tired.. he felt it..
It was coming from inside
Not from his skin
Nor from his heavens
He thought of it as a conflict of his being
He struggle to live
He struggle until he was numb

He was numb and back again
Blood from him
He was a thirst of blood suckers of death eaters

He seeks for something
He cannot knows it
Until he would gone wandering and wonder was his being
He floats himself to the skies
He grasp the sand to his hands
He eats the foods in the lands
Tasted the bitterness of oceans
From the lake of waters
There he saw..finally he saw
This is isn’t me I know
From the reflection he speaks
I need you”
From reflection it answers
Come seek me to come to you”
From there he draws
A figure of a person..
A creation to perfectly being
Now his not one to see

The lady awoke
From where was i?”
The man answers, from my heart you were
And you need me?
I do not..
And why do I came
I do not know..

He can’t for he doesn’t know
The answers to his own question
It was his creation
Yet the formula wasn’t that magically answers everything
Yes he holds power to create
but out of everything from him
is an unknown things
and he cant know and he doesn’t know

..from his feelings to inner skins
He felt sudden sadness
Bitterness
Eyes were sober of fox
From the sand to the air
It flew
It whispers to him
Grasp me now
To his soul it aims
He felt it

..just like the air,,,he created it but not to feel..
But you see he felt..

He felt it..
And now..

Ah I know now..
I feel..
I seek
I need
I ask
I am..

And so I need you lady
I need you..

..he folds his hand to hers
Can you feel the warmth?..

That’s the answer to everything..

Then he found his another, a part of his being.a partner.
-end-

HOW DOES A LOVE BREATHED?...

Maybe its like the air that blows
Flows on every morning

Maybe its like the water
That slowly dropping

Like the rain
Liquid then on the earth it is kissing

Ocean
Like those bluish wonders

Maybe the clouds
That are soft and with amazing color

Red maybe
Where those mountains are full of colors, like red

Its nonsense maybe
To say all this

But to describe an angel of love
Of a goddess

What does it takes of words?
Even I can’t imagine how great that to even stroke of words was

Of letters of anything to imagine a goddess breathens’
I’m guessing its when she walks

When she that lady of goddess sits besides me
And the air was playfully speaking to see

To words they are forming
From her hair to her skin

To her eyes
To her skin

To her simplicity
Their I saw it within her I know


It was when she just looks at all things for her to see
When she simply she

Another was when that lady
Brown on her skin

She was lovely
She breaths like heaven too

But far it is to see
To imagine it would be that so low to say for sake of this

But today it was that air to her hair
That one beauty

She breaths like so lovely purely
An angel like from the heaven wand like

Wand like from a magical site
Her smell was like new

Fresh and cold
Green and so much of sense to unfold

Maybe she was from the mountain of pureness
That never on this land could sense that one

That one, that lady with angel like one
She was the first one was simply standing

And by far I am I could see to her eyes
Her eyes was speaking like, watch me as I breathe within this eyes of mine

Then it was there on bold she breaths like that
Like the morning drops and a sun shine

Like a fresh rain
Where she was speaking and from there she was simply her

Being her was when she breathed
Simple yet soundly

Fresh and purely
Like the green


Where those green grasses are being froze
By a one moment of rain

From heaven
Where she was the goddess of rain

Then this lady another beauty
She was walking towards where she might be

Her hair was flowing
From there the air was to my sight talking

I am breathing
With this flow I am glowing

From there I’d sense her’
It was her hair

That smells of her air to the air
That how she was when she does, that lady.

Another lady a kind of goddess that are wanting to flee
Flew away high maybe

To wander to any sight
Or just simply to get or wanting a attention from any passer by or lookers stand by

That lady simple another simple kind
Yet her smell of her hair

Or maybe from her fresh perfume
It was there when that certain smells finally float to the air from the air cold of that place

Place on such it was on the circle of everything
Where everyone was busy doing their own things

And I was there doing mine
Rational to say, straight, logic and all that to anyone just to belong to rhyme

Where everything is moving and her I simply see that
Those smell that sense of her from moving to one

To one to anyone
To maybe get that smell of her which is on the colorless air was on the run


Confusing these words is now
But that moment that certain happening was deep and hard to say for a line of how’s

And I know it’s her
When she does that, it simply sense

I sense
To the air

They sense
To her eyes I sense

To her movements
I sense to anyone to movements

To motions
To anything I sense

Sometimes it is really insane
Or to say out of her out of explanations for one to understand

But it’s something a part of therapy of science for my kind
Or whatever this is, its my own breathed and that I breathe

A part of that breathing is remembering
Like right now I am thinking

Of one lady,
To think, whom I love now, not on my blood

But to a romance kind
Whom I love?

I can’t figure out
But I am thinking

I am left behind
I breathed, but I am a little out of it

I am on the past thinking
This world has a lot of beauty for a romance

So to say who, I’m in love for a romance
I love every human kind eye


Yes I love every eye I’ve seen
To where they are talking

But to be specific I am in love with whom to run?
These lines are far to granted my own wishful wish line

I am not the one; I lose my breathing on this one
To go back tomorrow maybe to her I would see

That goddess
To know how is she

How was she
That white pure beauty

A more than words to see
A more than words to flat on any surface to write

A more than this
A more than the magical thoughts I could ever sense or deep think

A more than this
More than any letter to start to begin with

To say ah that’s how an angel breathed
And today this lady has on my sight talks about new fresh air

On which she was on the yellow beauty
Wearing those from her skin

Beauty and eyes
As if it was talking to my sight

She voices her words
and spoke for a quite time to count how

looking at her was like looking to my own eyes
simply she was very kind, her beauty was like the one whose dancing

on those of top mountains
where she was trying to come down to the desert and be alone but with someone else

and in about two or three few split words there
I’ve known, I’d felt it was her she was simple yet more

Pretty I say and breathed of an angel one like
Wanting to float to that high on those of clouds above from heavens above


The other were mist I saw
That beauty were my eyes stuck into

That one lady she has that eyes of unique kind
She smiles with her white teeth and it was plain yet

Yet it was moving
It felt like I was walking in a moon

Where there were plain of green
And her on the other side of that

On earth she was living
Then this lady with those eyes with the skin of a cared most

Gentle on looking
Yet her eyes were talking

And on the books she was finding
She was simply looking for something

But her, seeing her there
On that place sitting

And was there that beauty
It was like from far I could hear her beating

Of her heart that is beating or pumping of blood
Then breath to her nose

Then her is so lovely simple and lovely
Just like the one passer by lady

With smell like I cannot find
Or sense I might

It was again like the mountain top
That smell of her of her breathed was like

And now, I remember the one who’s sitting behind me
The pink lady


But I cant I can’t write deep linings to that simple yet tempting beauty
To know her breathing is to like her in a way of knowing

So I would rather choose to stay at the front and guess at her
And she, she was always there, simple as her

I know that lady has more of what I see
Even on sense it is plenty

She is simple a quite kind
One that is made to stay is, above that breezy air of the greens

And it is lovely to know them for a day
To see them to hear them those are moving gracing thing

That whenever I see them
I could always say “ I know that lady and yes she breathed like this to me”

And now I would probably know
How it was, how it is, how it is now to see and gaze

That beauty, that beauty that only happens
When one breathe she could, and she did, she breathed

Breathed like something like those of the air
That keeps on flowing, or gracing even dancing, call it whatever you want to be

As long as it is moving
Then there that lady, breathing, and breathe

That’s how she is
When she breathed

The World of Lovers

She walks to the earth that very fine morning
Her hair were flowing to the air, as she was moving

Her graceful body stroke as she was approaching
Her eyes suddenly becomes glooming, shining, and to me was whispering

‘Twas like her soul is saying “I’m a lady with soul so freely, love me and be my forever’s thee”
To my soul hearing and to my heart it was shouting

And there every breathe, every air is her name, saying
From a blood to the veins that was moving, to the heart it keeps flowing.


When she spoke, slowly her mouth was like the sun that’s on earth is kissing
And her words is the one who is under, touching, like a sun that is raising


She moves her hands as she was taking
Something out from my sightings;

It was like a heaven that is leaving
Leaving the earth and gives a sun a big hugging

Romantic is it to see, both planets are such lovely
After all two lovers are living in separate worlds, called beauty

Left over Love

Why does it have to be love again?
That always and always be a reasons for everything

For every move you’ll do, there it is your mind that thinks of one true
One step, would lead you back from start where you first saw her beauty that rest

One step forward, would make you think of love of the future
On how would it be, is their a possibility? To be with one beauty

One thing to accomplish is something a pride of her name
One thing to be ashamed is one hateful desire of shame

Always seeks for a love to win to be on fame
Of a love of a center to be again running all over again, all lame

It’s like a repeating process of illness wicked mind
Make you fall, got beaten down, and now your broken?

That’s a shame, unfair and your blood it will drain
And leaves you only asking for a question, why? Nothing to you will remain.

One Glance

One look and that has changed everything
All turned magic and amazing

Her beauty has changed the world of mine
Where now it turned purple solemn kind

Used to have echoes on the walls
Colors of the earth’s surface that I call floors

But now there is singing
And dancing, colors turned rainbow alive and playing

Used to have plain imagination that playfully gathers my emotion
And thoughts of tomorrows are simple and plain

Now there is a picture out of that thinking
Where she is a center of everything

The days are common
With things to be getting to move on

Then now it is so new and something’
Like what is it that I must for thee be doing?

To make her see
That I’m right here standing freely

Used to have mornings and nights of common
Now there is a dream where sun eats the moon

And put up a big fire icing romance
Where only both of us are in holding and dancin’

Use to have trees that is green with brown linings
Turned out that it too has a bone and moving

It’s all alive, could feel it’s all moving
With one glance all that I used to have has gone changing.

Heart and Mind

To think about on how to fall
Is it a process to crawl?

At start looking
At end comes staring

Then liking
To beside the person always, you’ve wanting

To holding
And helping

To having conversations
A long hour of talking

To that and to remembering
From caring and now loving

Then here it comes, confusing
A question you’ll be asking

From a mind, it’s only a friendly thing
But to a heart it is romantic, you are falling.