In Mournful RemembranceA man is walking through the empty walkways of an abandoned cemetery. His coat is as black as the shadows around him. His hat is as battered as the burden he carries in his heart. He had pale skin, his bronze hair scrappily overlapping the glow in his eyes. He was rugged and alone while walking along the hallow chambers of remembrance. It was agonizing. He was tenaciously looking for a certain tombstone. While striding he catches a glimpse of a familiar sight. It was an old oak tree.In Mournful Remembrance
A dead grand oak is standing in the middle of the desolate cemetery. Its branches were dried and shriveled. It was clear that flames once set it ab
Dreams on FireTonight I shall dream of a part For the one who holds my heart, She whose love I have longed for, She whose affection I implore.Dreams on Fire
To the stars I seek of a date For our lives to be bound by fate, As I wish for these dreams on fire Pray for my heart’s true desire.
Into her gentle arms I declare Hoping the maiden shall hold me fair, Of the love bearing deep in my heart, Wish for a time we will never part.
To the heavens I shall beseech That she of the fair will be preached, So I would bare open my soul, Of a love that shall make me
In Time, My Last ValentineI still remember the sunset from which your hair blew my way. The way how you slowly gazed at me, how your voiced sounded sweet when you called me from afar… I can still remember that time, that moment we’ve spent together. That special day, embedded in my memory. The long walks along that solitary boulevard. The way the sun reflected your long, elegant hair. I remember the feeling, how the day went on and how it ended. For it was the first valentine that I’ve spent with you… sadly it was the last time too. That special moment turned into bits and fragments of my own memory. I guess this really was our last valentine togetIn Time, My Last Valentine
Of Love and MusicDo you remember the first time? Our eyes met… you were dancing, swaying to the beat, melodies of Lambada coursing through the air, notes beating while you were gliding, slowly towards me… our eyes met once again, with arms extended you swayed once more, feeling the rhythm you smiled, a moment and I was enveloped by its beauty sweet sounds of Lambada coursing through the air while our bodies bumped, hands together, and it takes me back… sweat dripping down, from your smooth bronze skin, as a glow emanated, our eyes met once agaiOf Love and Music
On a Bed, Far Away From HomeThe foul stench of plague-infested bodies Wafted through the atmosphere of Manila Skyscrapers that once aimed to recreate the dream of Babel Stripped down to shapeless steelOn a Bed, Far Away From Home
Walking down the cracked pavement I feel the souls beneath the soles of my feet Wasting away under me as if I were Wading deeper and deeper into the River Styx
Where do these once familiar roads lead? I feel as if I had stepped into a labyrinth And a Minotaur stalks behind me Every shadow, that of the mythical monster’s
I do not know my homeland anymore In search of gre
Take Me BackTake me back to the time, the time when we first met, the time when I was still naive,Take Me Back
the time when you were still unwary, the time when we were still healing.
Take me back to the past, where we had first seen each other, where I had blushed at your smile, where your hands grazed mine, where we danced the night away, where I had given up the next day.
Take me back to the moment, when you lifted my hopes up, when you told me you loved me, when I responded with a nervous heart, when we decided to start together, when we pushed our dar
Ika'y Walang KapantayIkaw ang nagmulat ng katotohan sa aming bulag na puso’t isipan Dahil sa lahat, iyong itinuro Na ang pag-aaral ay ‘di isang laroIka'y Walang Kapantay
Minsan ka ng nagalit, Sa mga markang nakasabit Ngunit sa iyo’y walang pagkamunhi, Dahil hangaring mo’y aming ikabubuti
Ikaw ang aming nilalapitan, Sa panahon ng kagipitan Iyong payo at panayam ay isinasabuhay , Sa bawat patak ng aming buhay
Dahil sa sipag at tiyag mo na ‘di kayang sukatin, Aming mithiin ay kaya ng kamitin Ngayon, Ika’y nais pasalamatan… Kahit lamang sa isan
Possession-Possession
In my shed I keep a man by the name of Isaac. His nails are blue, his eyelids black from a game we played. He’s kneeling in a cobwebbed corner, teeth sinking through his lip, a grin tweaking at his cheeks, still red with rum. On his chin is balanced a golden moth. He’s staring through her beating wings at some other, sweetly-coloured world. At the window taps a haze of spring in thick blossom, and a carnival of birds at five AM. I don’t always come out this early. But his moans pulled at my skirt, and charmed my feet to creep into indigo,
Romantic Legacy (Last Valentine)
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