Thursday, May 1, 2008

bakas ni hudas

Kuyom yaring palad, sa kamay na may pilak
Larawan ng pagkabata, ano na nga’t nawawala.
Tukso sa kanyang laman, lason din sa isipan
Pilit iwinawaksi sa dilim hinahabi.

Hinubog ng panahon sa nakitang mga hirap
Palabra sa sarili’y dugo ang naging panulat
Lumayag na may bagwis, sa laot napadpad
Lupang pinangarap, sa ganid na hinayupak!

Bitbit tanging alam, Propetang pinagkamalan
Ililigtas daw sila, maging sa kapahamakan
Pinilit maging Malaya, pinaupo ng may sala
Sa limayon ni Magdalena, Hala! Tila naging abala.

Mataas pa sa kalabaw, tingin ay isang paham
Mga bata sa putikan ano baga’t tinuturuan
Huwad kung turingan, hindi nila alam
Sa kamay na may pilak, bitbit kahit saan.

Kristong ipinapako, sa mga Hudyo isinisi
Sa tangan mong pilak anong iyong masasabi
Mag sa Pilato ka man, hugasan maging katawan
Isa ka sa dahilan kung bakit tayo naging ganyan.

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.

left or 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.