Late Night & Early Morning Promises

Around the time of orange skies and feathered songs,
I make these promises

To see the world through His eyes
To take charge of the day
To love those within my reach,
and even those who are far
To respect myself
body and soul—flesh and blood
To cherish simple joys
And find value in all things living
Not to shun foresight
Not to waste away in a daze
Not to shrivel in a tiny corner of my mind
To seize opportunities and milk them
To act on plans
And to deliver promises

All for the Creator's glory
And for peace in my soul

Fact & Fiction

I am able to distinguish between you and her. I can wrap myself with visions of her, and throw nonchalant smiles when you pass by. I have let go of the hope of you being here now, but I stubbornly refuse to let go of hope for tomorrow.

Simple Glances

I have you for the next hour
Planted in my mind
The curves, the peaks, the valleys
The sweetness and the sweat
Sounds escalating up to the crest
Felt all over
Trapped in the head

Duality

Two of the same you become
One left in memory
One engaged in reality
Fighting like the poles
To be one

Kamusta na?

Why is that such a hard question to answer?
I mean, given that okay lang isn't really an answer.

What's okay lang anyway?
It's good,
But it's just good
Meaning it could be better
Though it's not really bad
'Cause it is good.
'Di ba?
So in other words, okay lang nga.
Yun na yun.

So, kamusta na nga?

Ang pangit noh?
Wala kang masagot.
Parang may kulang sa mundo mo.
Parang walang highs or lows
Walang storya, walang climax,
Walang epiphany.
So ano nga nangyari sa buhay mo?
Wala?

Kasi rin naman,
Minsan, may storya naman talaga
Kaya lang bawal sabihin,
Bawal malaman,
Bawal pa nga isipin eh.
Kinikimkim kasi.
Mabuti pa na nakatago na lang.
Walang masasaktan,
Walang magiisip,
Walang mga tataas na kilay.

Kamusta na?
Gusto ko mang ibahagi ang mundo ko,
Siguro nga sapat nang malaman na okay lang ako.
Eto, buhay pa rin naman, nagaabang.

Sick Cycle

Too often have I heard these lines..
Too aquainted with the night..

Playing the part

Gazing at the horizon, I fail to see
Everything that looks up at me
Must be a simple glance
Not a hopeless trance
Not like me
You can't be
Staring at futility