Again

I saw you and I cried.

I saw you again and i cried again.

To Have Those Eyes

Let me have your eyes,

to see the unseen

world beyond my norm.

Let me have your eyes

touch ripples of realities

beyond the limits of these senses

Let me have those eyes,

shards blizzards of hope

tearing the shallowness of my depth

the sickening myopia of my sight

Your eyes naïve of my world.

Those eyes - sears me wisdom

of how blind I could be.

** painting "Blind Love" by Cris Steinken

Agda sa Panihapon

Gipangita man taka
    maskin katong di pa ta magkaila
Gipangita nako tong
    katong nakaila kanako
    katong nakapangita nuon ko
    kay naa'y nangita kanako.
Daghan man ko'g nailhan
    apan ambot
    dili lang gyud to sila akong gipangita
Ug nakit-an taka
   karon
   kuyog sa mga nakakita
   ug Imo sab ubang gipangita,
   duyog sa mga wala damhang gipakita

Karong ulahing panag-uban.

Kaning kagabhiong hapsay ang pag-abi-abi

Duyog sa kalinaw

   sa pagtapok-tapok

   sa kainit sa panaghiglaay

   ug pamahulay

Sa kahilom sa kagabhiong
   klaro Kanimo ang umaabot nga kagubot.
Ang kahayag karong gabhi-una
    mao ang paghinumdum
    niining mga kinabuhing Imo nang pagabiyaan
Sa kaguol ug kaisog
Gidawat Nimo ang tanan.

Nakit-an taka.
Nasabtan nako akong pagpangita.
Niining gabhiuna.

Sa Imong lawas
   sa pagpangandoy nga mabulahan nga maka-uban ka.
   pruweba sa pagpakatao ug paghigugma.
Sa Imong dugo
   putli ug gigahin lang kanamo,
   tuburan ug hinungdan niining kinabuhi.

Karong gabhiuna.

Salamat sa pagpangagda
Mangaon kita!

Resolute Gratitude

I look at you and smile.

You prick me.
Staunching.
Laughing.

Your stalwart resolute

To dig deep.

To that place
where I found
a soothing remedy

This heart that searched for you.

I look at You smiling.

Content of being with You.

I wonder where.

    Where have You been?

Where you will meet me?

Again.

When things got 
difficult. 
confusing.

at the mercy of waiting.

of saddened pace.
and blinding space.
of confusion.

I still find myself waiting.
 for You.

You.
who always found me.

Thank You

:D

I - too fragile

To let you go,
   for I - too fragile.
To hold you tight is to break me.
To watch you intently
   is to further take you
   away from my sight.
To face you is to hide
   behind my put-on smile.
To reach you, to talk to you.
I - too fragile.
To take a hold of you
   takes a need to let you go.

I once saw you smile,
    sweet and placid.
From a radical soul whose soul
    reaches the lost and the lowly,
    I thought:
Was I not lucky?
Oh, to see that smile!

Ikaw Manong,

Ang tingin mong parang

   sa narurupok na kahoy.

Inaanay.

Para bagang nabasang kahoy

   na walang buhay.

Unti-unting kinakain ng sarili

   nitong nabubulok na kamatayan.

O, Ikaw manong

   na di man lamang makatitig.

Ni walang lakas ang mga mata mong

   hamunin akong matignan ka.

Ang matignan ka.

Ikaw. At ang naging ikaw.

Ang kung sino ka dati.

Manong, ikaw -

   na hindi man lamang magawang matignan

   kung sino ka.

Manong, ikaw -

   ang nawawala mong lakas

   upang itaas pa ang iyong paningin.

   - sa pangarap

   - sa hinaharap…

Nakikita kita

**painting "Dugos Man" credits to Mr.Errol Balcos 

Never Let Go

Find me,

In the searing flare

of my untamed memory.

Search me

In the wonder conquering heights

Of mine ruthless hope.

Look for me!

When I search for you;

When I find my self looking for you,

Run after me

And never let me go.

inspired from the 1st to 4th verses of Psalm 23 

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters, he restores my soul. He leads me in right paths for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff - they comfort me"

remember when you have been in your lowest moment, when you can't seem to rely even of your own strength. that time when all you'd do is just stare into space hoping to squeeze more hope? the poem is a pleading for God to take charge when everything else fades into hopelessness. 

Left Loose

This string that binds us

is left loose.

The string

that binds us,

is worn out brittle.

This string,

This

string,

if tied firmly,

held tightly,

finds me separated

from you.

This string

that binds us,

loose and brittle

I leave be.


**sometimes the best way to preserve a withering friendship is by letting things as they are...

Still

Find me still. Still and tranquil.
For what more I to stir?
Taste buds of my being, I can't taste you.
Neither sweet nor bitter.
No sense of you
Not hot, no cold
But I see you
I saw myself
And I here still. Still.
For what more I to stir?





**they say there is a time for everything. a time to stay, a time to move on. a time to laugh a time to cry. a time to persevere, a time to give up. when all means have been used up, sometimes the best way to go is to be still and allow things to happen

Caught in a Glance

In the blink and blitz of your glance,

I am blanched.

It leaves me wondering.

Are you seeing me?

or are your thoughts

of afar?

In the blink and blitz –

of those glances,

In such quick and quick glances

are a quiet, quick sand

slowly

Slowly still

Devouring my concentration.

It has drawn me deeper,

caught me struggling

In that puzzling wonder

Did you see – me?



**stolen glances may last but a millisecond but they leave you wondering for a stretched length of time.

Stubborn Waiting

I, on this edge,
     above this edge
     at the tip of this edge
This edge, I
     I feel it sharp
For here I am, waiting.



**when a stain comes along a friendship or any relationship, closure is necessary. this is to allow confusions to be settled and questions answered. that is why there are those who would stubbornly wait if it means giving them peace of mind.

that smile.


      that charm.
               i   wonder.


that. that. that smile. 
        i wonder, that smile.
and that look,
                             your look.
      i wonder, that look. 
                      just passing me by, but passing me certainly
     i wonder that look.


i wonder you. i wonder if.
                                           so, can it be?
              i wonder.

When Does Love Sting?

When does love sting
     when I feel no pain in its stinging?
When does love sting,
     when even if not numb I still don't feel for you?
When does love sting,
     when after all the reaching all of you
     all the searching of you
     after all the waiting
     the searing understanding
All I feel is no pain.
Wouldn't love hurt when there is to care?
Wouldn't love prick one's heart when one finds it longing?
Why not a single, small stinging?
None.

When does love sting,

     when even if not numb I still don't feel for you?

Why does it not sting?

**when can you say that you have already moved on? they say that the opposite of love is not really anger, but indifference. for if when the other would still cause you anger, pain and stirrings of emotions, that may not be a sign of moving on. if it stings, perhaps it's still there. when somebody has given everything for love and has nothing to give, and perhaps its no longer worth fighting for - it may lead somebody numb, and perhaps suffocate love.

see me, i tell myself. see me clearly and from afar. empathize with me, i tell myself. ground with me. live for me. choose for me. i tell myself. and i know it is God telling me.