Persona saga: the determined

coursing through his veins, a burning desire..

to reach his goals and be steady under the fire..

correct the wrongs and stay precise..

with these tools he can no devise..

a plan to get his life back on track..

and against his demons, plan an attack..

a rescue mission to salvage and extract..

his remains and keep it intact..

ready for tomorrow's challenge..

never to crack or falter..

for far to long he's been down on the ground..

the time is now to stand up and astound..

Persona saga: the broken

the most used out of the lot..

to deal with the grief and the blot..

with his life and within his pen..

the empty vessel and his endless strife..

surfacing at the darkest moments..

enduring the plethora of bad emotions..

while being ignored on his notions..

he continues to be drained of emotions..

battered and beaten he lays on the ground..

waiting for his lifeless body to be found..

but within his eyes lie a faint shimmer..

weak embers just waiting to be fanned..

Persona saga: the enlightened?

after everything has been said and done..

i stand before you with a new perspective..

with a weight removed and momentum shifted..

i see a bright future a clear path up ahead..

a burst of confidence and unbridled passion..

a renewed fire with in, a spark ignited..

a young and brash outlook in life..

with blatant disregard for the infliction of pain..

an untapped potential bestowed upon a soul..

not ready to use it as a whole..

a downward spiral? maybe.. only time can tell..

if he will have enough resolve before it goes to hell..

Persona saga: the curios

the world was my oyster...

but unable to bask in its glory..

my mind, my innocence..

a never ending story...

combined with the unsuitable..

and those urges uncontrollable..

what i have is something unbearable..

oh how i wish something could be done..

surprisingly naive at this stage of life..

would have supposedly seen the light..

by now if not then it seemed unnatural..

I must find a way to set it straight..

only then can i lift this weight..

Never lose sight..

with eyes wide open..

i look upon the horizon..

with a stern gaze..

A feeling of pain and naught..

as i witness the wake..

of my destruction..

Amidst the pandemonium..

I try not to fret..

for a fall will not decide..

the entirety of this set..

stand up and keep looking..

for in every war there is peace..

a hole to be filled with this missing piece..

never lose sight for the end is near..

and everything done would be all clear..

steady your sights and stare..

look into the future, endure and bear..

Sloth..

The formidable opponent..

that wears you out to nothingness..

with out even lifting a finger..

soon, existence will cease to linger..

with purpose extinguished..

and a life led astray..

an easy way to destroy a presence..

by sucking away the will's essence..

start today and focus on your goal..

don't allow this sin to take its toll..

stop wasting away down to your core..

and learn to live your life and more..

The choice I made..

looking back and flipping pages..

of a past not so long ago..

felt like forever since it began..

years down the drain and for what?.

six to one was the ratio of the trade..

that was done for the peace that laid..

across all parties with the burden all mine..

the landscape placid, everything was fine..

I guess its true that no matter how you try..

paths intertwine and sometimes led askew..

but never regret the choice i made..

be born into this life anew..

vessel..

a shell with the innards scraped off..

grasping for life,meaning, purpose..

but afraid to explore the unknown..

living with a fate not etched in stone..

an empty feeling nurtured involuntarily..

how to escape this forsaken reality..

oh angel spread your wings and lift me up..

fill this hole with a big wide gap..

striving to find a sense of belonging..

for that's all in life that makes it worth prolonging..

hoping to find this before i wither away...

a place to go and where i could stay..

Whim..

The way I live and my life's hymn..

all in random and born from a whim..

everything comes form a different direction..

but at the end of the day there is still a connection..

An enigma.. A corridor full of doors..

As one closes, another open wide..

no rules to follow, will not confide..

whatever happens only I will decide..

a double edged sword of the will..

for better or worse but still..

the freedom to choose a path..

the thrill of having nothing to lose..

so much to do with so little time..

with a life and volition that is mine..

infinity is where I draw the line..

but not until i decide on whats fine..

what to do what to do, even i can't tell...

a little paranoia..

a little paranoia anyone?.

its better than having none..

but why have some you ask?.

open your ears and listen..

not everybody shines and glistens..

a little paranoia for the hell of it..

to avoid the blow before the hit..

for in every crowd there is a misfit..

to mess up your course a little bit..

and break your resolve and grit..

a little paranoia and be endowed with..

protection form a world uncertain..

not a matter of sanity but reality..

to be ready but not to disdain..

with the power you were bestowed..

the man who gave everything.

the man lays it all on the line..

for a chance at something sublime..

little did he know about the risks..

when he did he was out of time..

as he looks back, was it all worth it?.

all the sacrifice and the compromise..

despite it all he did not despise..

the things that he did, what he gave..

he gave it all with no regrets..

left everything behind..

with a smile on his face he lifts his head..

and say hello to what lies ahead..

a man free from binds and connections..

liberation?

redemption?

dissatisfaction?

all wrapped up behind the cheerful smile..

shield..

a sword to the right and a shield to the left..

the fight goes on and i swing my sword..

i face defeat one too many times and cower..

drop the right and hold on to the left..

cover up everything with my buckler..

whether good or bad I'm simply weaker..

to face anything, everything for that matter..

fight or run? its obviously the latter..

hold it up to cover the hole..

only to hide but not to fill..

was a wrong decision but you stood clear..

waiting for me to put it down..

to drop the guard again..

and face the reality of the world..

right to left, left to right you help me up..

I close my eyes and count to ten..

and march forward.

open book..

whats so bad about being an open book?.

I open the covers that so everyone can look..

have access to what i have and what was took..

ah yes read on as I lay my story..

but with the permission comes restriction..

afraid to flip and carry on after reading..

only but a few pages summarizing the story..

some find it mesmerizing some find it boring..

none the less it is who I am..

nothing to hide nothing to slip under..

a bit bold as some may say..

and a little dangerous to expose..

but i say it is well worth it..

every line and every prose..

read away my good people..

Eat me up..

Swallow me whole I'm not afraid..

standing in front of a raging beast..

I hold my ground.. I wonder why..

My hand and is shaking, my resolve is shattering..

Why am I still standing?

should have ran away by now..

but something keeps me steady..

the strings that keep me going..

the silver linings as you may..

keeps it together, prevents disarray..

with people behind the scenes holding me up..

i boldly step up and enter this fray..

face to face and head on i charge forward..

for everybody...

Resurrected resolve..

Just like that everything went broken!.

without my knowledge, i was stripped..

told everything i believed was wrong..

that what i did was all for nothing..

blood flows down and my vision blurred..

my image of the truth, vague and slurred..

but wait! as my faith is shaken and disturbed..

the negativity is blown away by a verve..

battered and bruised my resolve remains intact..

out from the ashes my belief proves its worth..

with my faith i stand firm i stand strong..

even if everybody says I'm wrong..

never to falter my resurrected resolve..

the path i tread..

the path i tread made of earth and stone..

was born and forged from flesh and bone..

i never would have guessed..would have known..

that from the right direction i was thrown..

the wrong direction was the right one as a matter of fact..

from this realization i was shocked didn't know how to act..

stopped in my tracks, couldn't move a muscle..

as i broke down, i was the fool and this was my crown..

wasting away, but i'll just keep walking..

no matter the destination.. it's me i'll believe in..

you may have been right about who i am..

but i'll never start all over again..

wear down my soles with no looking back..

the boy who never grew up..

who ever said the we needed to grow up?

a pathetic and lame excuse to confirm to the norms..

scared of being judged and labeled..

well i digress and beg to differ..

there is a lot more that i can offer in this state..

go ahead and tell me to grow up..

but you would only be wasting your time..

cause i will be the most successful kid you'll ever know..

and you would wish you never did..

ill take my chances and place my bid..

to the boy who never grew up..

8.3

8.3 remaining are you listening..

look at my face before the light goes out..

and you'll forget the only light you ever knew..

come and welcome the darkness and cold anew..

I want you to feel the warmth before you freeze..

and remember the sky and the summer breeze..

feel my touch as i lay beside you..

realize that we grew before we wither..

just 8.3 and what are you thinking?.

we're you satisfied with the life you were living?

if not then you should because you had time to bother..

while others have long gone, had no chance to ponder..

don't let the lights go out and the warmth grow cold..

Wrong direction..

the writer was pointed at the wrong direction..

it was OK, since his talents,no longer in isolation..

a sell out he may be but he gets recognition..

and most of all chance for absolution..

to express his mind across the world..

a chance to develop and come out better..

while writing under the wrong header..

the right destination, still he would find..

he keeps stroking the pen that he is using..

in hopes of writing something so amusing..

that when times comes and he reaches his destination..

then he would have already made the right decision..

Outlet..

Hungry is the artist without an outlet..

a bucket full of ideas..

a balloon bursting with content..

all gone to waste..

A blunt sword of a pen..

An instrument out of tune..

Discover a focal point..

release and reload..

Ghosts of ideas down the drain..

Avenge and let justice be done!..

just find the socket..

plug and play.. repeat as needed..

Inertia..

Oh such gravitational pull!..

the more I run away..

the more I am pulled back..

with such definitive force..

without even raising a finger..

blurring intentions and purpose..

trying to pull things together..

restrict and cut the vein!..

prevent this cute poison..

from spreading further..

So much for an effort so stray..

away from all the darkness..

when it ensnares..

just keep walking..

I'll make it through..

Immerse..

Venture in an unknown world..

Open up new possibilities..

to tread the water softly

minimize the ripples..

yeah thats the trick..

To emerge unscathed..

such a hard thing to do..

there's always a trap or two..

so easy to trip over..

probably best to..

Remember my reasons..

for this immersion..

and with it arise..

be resurrected..

as a better person..

Broken Mind..

An initial shock!..

Deranged distraught..

a reshuffle of the boggled mind..

with little time to spare..

mental notes shatter to pieces..

scribble thoughts..

spewing gibberish left and right..

dreadful yet enlightening..

a momentary separation..

to look at things as they are..

from a different angle..

from a bigger perspective..

this fine line between insanity and reality..

has provided crystal clarity..

between a the big picture..

and a simple caption..

break the cycle and cancel the noise..

within the simple silence lies deafening echoes..

echoes of the heart and soul long forgotten..

buried under the rubble of uncertainty..

fix my head with this broken mind..

Indestructible..

Broken and taken to the limit..

stripped from the comfort zone..

did what was needed to move on..

what of the broken shell?

form the debris emerges a stoic being..

born into an unknown world..

plunged deeper into the darkness..

but carries within him..

blood, sweat,tears, memories and.. wisdom..

detached from the world he called his..

but stronger and better in the midst..

of destruction and reinvention..

a dark shell a neo entity..

staring away at a wasteland.. stronger..better..darker..

A Fight worth fighting..

A punch worth throwing..

for those that matter..

a selfless blow..

for those in need..

determination to be strong..

conviction to hold on..

never was a punch too weak..

than one thrown for the meek..

as I stand up bloodied and battered..

and think about what a life i had..

I snap back before the final blow is struck..

and come out on top with my hand held high..

I realize the fight worth fighting..

is laying it down for the heart's silver linings..

Sellout..

I am a sellout..

sold out to all my fears...

my indiscretions..

all for the greater good..

made peace with my demons..

out of necessity..

to achieve a higher level..

to answer a deeper calling..

another step in evolution..

to say the least..

we'll see if the gears fit..

and the cogs start moving..

have you sold out lately?

Puzzle..

A place for everything..

and everything in its place..

as the pieces fit accordingly..

shall i stand by idly?..

and let the things fall in place..

everything an equivalent..

an occupancy in space..

should I cross fate?..

Glide along with the winds of change..

shake hands with fate..

and let the things that do not fit..

be changed and replaced but never forced..

the grooves are there for a reason..

and holes with intricate shapes..

never could fit anything I shouldn't..

hence my puzzle incomplete..

let all things fall in place in their own time place and method..

Ink..

A mark of identity to say the least..

as with this ink I imbue my skin..

but wait there are elements that bother..

my transition from this one to another..

a certain way to surface..

values and principles..

hence show casing who I am..

underneath all this Ink..

not to hide but to describe..

not to deface but to inscribe..

things from the past present and future..

if only the powers that be could let me..

tell my story with my body..

even if for myself only..

so hold your advice as none will suffice..

and contradict my decision..

to scratch the exterior and fill it up..

with art none the less..

life giving ink..

fill my body thats in distress..

The Archer..

I shoot an arrow through your heart..

right through your very core..

and willingly expose your soul..

to the truth that i bring..

I breath life as i collect the spoils..

of a venture well done..

and as you look at me with ambiguity..

all will be clear as the dust settles..

I shoot you at pointblank..

no anonymity required..

as thats how it should be..

look into my eyes directly..

as i let the arrows rain and set you free..

Tanto

Habang naliligo aking nakita..
Isang bote ng shampoo..
at ako'y napaisip..
pagkaubos neto parang..

mahabang panahon na ang lumipas..

habang ako naman..

ay naggugupit ng kuko..

ako muli'y napatanto..

dapat may narating na ako pagkahaba

muli neto..

parang andaming bagay na nakikita..

at ginagawa pang araw araw..

na parang hindi napapansin..

ngunit may malalim na kahulugan..

na lingid sa pandama pandinig at paningin..

maikli lamang ang takbo ng panahon..

kaya't wag sayangin at wag umayon..

sa mga hinihingi na sayo nama'y nagpapahikbi...

lumaban ka at ika'y bumangon..

gisingin ang sarili at harapin ang hamon..

sapagkat kakarampot ang ating ilalagi..

bago tayo bumalik sa nagmamayari..

ng buhay na ito na ating hawak..

ay mawala lamang ng parang bula..

Monkey wrench..

to Thwart or so it seems..

an unintentional buzz-kill..

an indeliberate kill joy..

to say the least..

plans that are set in stone..

a solid fact that is not known..

for it still lets loose..

and everything crumbles..

and beneath the rubble..

an innocent claim..

everything decimated..

but unwillingly of course..

Timeless..

A quest of immortality as i swipe my pen..

As i write and be embodied oh how oh when??..

Not a journey for fame but within my work..

I want to be.. set in stone, forever..

Be absorbed in every word i create..

Long when I am dead and gone..

My written form retains its shape..

To be with them and endlessly linger..

A proof of existence..

A mark that I was, is, will be..

A belief that it is ME..

there's no one else I'd rather be..

Exist forever, and Die never..

to be timeless no more no less..

Grim truth..

A definitive bump on everybody's journey..

An unanswered question of how rather than why?..

A varying concept in every aspect and manner..

The dark shroud of the grim truth..

Often misunderstood and at times a tad too cruel..

And sometimes the rage of war burns from this fuel..

It comes in to tear everything without a care..

The reaper reaps and we are all left to bear..

A transition it seems to a certain few..

A dark tunnel toward a searing light..

A concept to embrace and not to fight..

A difficult thing to accept, to some it might..

A tribute to one of the most unstoppable forces..

As I pay respect to where its due..

To the messenger that gives grey to life's hue..

To the knight that rides with the four horses..

The bringer of the grim truth..

Of mediocrity and infamy..

Shall i choose a life of luxury?..

As fortune favors the bold or so they say..

O will I settle for the simple things?..

A simple meal without the trimmings..

A pathetic existence? I think not..

for all I need is what I got..

A pocket full of change as i ponder..

Is there more to this I wonder..

Living the life completing the dream..

But no one there as i raise my glass to victory..

all thats left.. Nothing just me..

I think, there must be something in between?.

Ill, place my bets, stand my ground..

for in that space I am bound..

To find that spot in the midst of it all..

And keep myself straight, try not to fall..

to neither mediocrity or infamy..

and stay in the spot where I should be..

Keep myself intact with everybody..

So as to save myself from insanity..

Sociopath

I am the sociopath..

afraid of society.. disregards it..

Unnoticed as i glide along well..

But inside, is scared and mortified..

Just want to exist in a place..

A spot of my own with a select few..

there i find contentment..

Refuse abuse, avoid resentment..

Despises the human and its nature..

but looks for the good and maintains my stature..

You'll never know even if you shook my hand..

The fact of the matter that is what I am..

Sociophobe, Sociopath..

Poet..

Ah his mysterious mind..

unbound by the concepts..

of reality and the norms..

of society..

truly an entity on his own..

the poet..

unique stylings has got me guessing..

work after work.. anticipating..

leaving an awe of creativity in its wake..

like a sweet drug as i intake..

words of the poet..

forever embodied in his work..

immortality at his whim..

as I bask in the beauty of his work..

A look of content and a satisfied grin..

Kudos poet!

the undecided one..

ahh such an ocean of possibility..

but i can't seem to wrap my head around one..

just one, just one oh please..

i just can't decide..

many factors seem to affect my decision..

but in the end it still comes down to me..

oh pressure but I still take my sweet time..

haha well I only follow MY timeline of course..

maybe i just like to marvel at all these open doors..

may be just stay this way, a lot of choices ahead never to shun any..

nah but i'll go nowhere at this state..

but this pondering stage seems so endearing..

Just didn't want to pursue something and not be happy..

just wanted to keep my options open..

and dream endlessly and live in it..

bah its all right..nothing will happen if i wont try..

just focus and steady my head..

if only i could.. make up

my undecided mind..

let me think about that, hmm

When I forgot my earphones..

I walk towards the jeepney bay and wait..

during which I reach in my bag grasping..

looking for that thing that can make my trip..

worthwhile i guess..

after which i discovered "dammit I forgot"..

I forgot my earphones,my passage way towards

a lively journey, to put taste on my bland..

and tasteless travel..

tsk..

I am opened to the world which I escape..

from the first moment I took my ride..

a weeping baby.. 2 blockheads discussing gossip..

an angry driver..oh what the hell?!?!

tsk..

Cramped seats, increasing temperatures..

Oh man my longest commute yet..

wrong stop! and the driver just smiles..

and a yell for good measure..

tsk tsk..

On my way back.. I discovered something..

two lovers enjoying the way home..

little children eager to play..

a friendly driver..

ah! what do you know?

Hmm maybe there's more to it that i should

decipher.. the wonders of daily commute..

capable of good or evil huh?

so simple yet complex..

Brought my earphones the next day..

A moment of hesitation..

and then...

NAH I'll stick with my music..

oh well..

Paradox..

Different view form what we have..
Different setting in the making..
everything we know, inverse..

the unchangeable diverse..

A different life from what I have..

A happy view from what was sad..

never knowing what we had..

and exchange it, would that be bad?..

Never becoming what I am..

Never meeting the people that..

made this ride worthwhile..

all this for a change in style..

now would you like a paradox?

My Magic Mouth..

Watch my mouth and listen..

cause if we can talk then so be it..

no petty fights and threats galore..

as i snap you back to reality once more..

Absorb my words with close intent..

and focus wavering eyes of doubt..

because with every word i spout..

i bring clarity with great content..

close your senses and open your heart..

and know that everything will be fine..

just surrender to my magic mouth..

and its words of truth and it will be..

it will be..

The indifferent one..

shunned and cast out..

because he was different..

belittled, underestimated..

as he does not conform..

conform to the norms of society..

being told to on what he should be..

foolish people as they fail to realize..

that there are more ways than one..

you may be justified on what you are..

but let's just see if you'll go far..

there is more than one way to skin a cat..

now wrap your stupid head around that..

and stop polluting what i have kept intact..

your opinion is not welcome..

so step the hell back..

and leave us alone..

The Cynical Optimist

I am the cynical optimist..

Distrustful of the human nature..

but looks forward to the best..

a necessary transformation..

to survive the pressures of life..

to hold my ground against the gust..

of wind that blows my entire being..

I hold my head and heart steady..

A culmination of my darkness and light..

bracing me for the future as i move on..

now I'm as ready as ever.. come what may..

With my cynical mind and optimistic heart..

I am the Cynical Optimist..

Buhay Barista..

Ang buhay barista
kay sarap, kay hirap..
kahit mabaon sa trabaho..
hindi pa rin maalis..

ang ngiti sa aking mukha..

minsa'y inisip na sana simple ang buhay..

magsilbing maliit na bahagi ng isang lugar..
upang di na maguluhan di na masaktan..
ngunit di mapipigil ang dugong palaban..

O kay saya ng aking nilagi..

noong ako'y kabilang at kasapi..

nung una'y kathang di matapos..

ngayon ang masasabi ay di maubos..

hindi mawawala ang markang iniwan..

at ang mga taong kinagisnan..

sana'y maranasan muli..

bago dumating ang huling sandali..

o kay saya buhay barista

bangon! labas! halika!

sa amoy ng kape ay gumising!

ang nalalabing panahon lubusin!

sapagkat di alam kung kailan mawawala..

hahanap hanapin ang buhay barista..

paalam..

Detach my strings..

Detach my strings..

My silver linings..

not to release..

only to loosen..

to have a chance at something big..

to lay a foundation for my lost tree..

to challenge an unwilling soul..

as i walk forward ready as can be..

kudos my love for severing..

inescapable ties oh so painfully..

readying my weary self..

preparing for my becoming..

I look forward until I am bound again..

catch you later my silver linings..

The Woman..

the one the only..

a cut above the rest..

the fountainhead..

my woman, THE woman..

my source of origin..

my source of light..

my lifeblood..

my angel, THE woman..

so far away,

but to be reunited..

soon i hope..

unbind her i will..

from the pressures of life..

to be with us again..

together again with..

THE woman..

Green Eyed Monster..

a look, a stare, a gaze ice cold..

but bursting with ember jealousy..

as shadows pass by, none escape..

the glare of the green eyed monster..

possessed my young lass it seems..

unable to unbind.. unhook the latches..

an unwilling prey, no escape

from the green eyed monster..

try as i might i cannot slay..

accept and love, to trickle softly..

and cut the horns eventually..

my green eyed monster..

Lost soul..

I'm a lost soul wandering..

searching for purpose and meaning..

walking in the crowd feeling empty..

just what is out there for me?.

dazed and confused, wondering..

of buts and ifs never really trying..

just stagnant in the midst of it all..

to watch other souls just rise and fall..

walking in solace in between..

everything that stands, remembering..

what once was and pondering of what will be..

as i lay down and close the coffin door..

and as i wake wash rinse repeat once more..

New eyes..

New sight bestowed as i open up..

everything seemed new, different..

distraught but awake as i tried to shut..

eyes forced open with truth..

pluck them out as i try to digress..

from the awful truth, i try to suppress..

but to no avail as i am forced to embrace..

the inevitable truth in front of me..

accept these eyes and move forward..

to see and look over the horizon..

open wide and absorb.. a whole new world..

awaiting me.. as I look forward, onward..

Wake up call..

End time.. 10months in the making..

A violent shake up! a wake up call..

At long last.. to shed my childhood..

And to move on to greater heights..

An inevitable change i guess..

But well fought none the less..

no time to waste must stand up..

pick up the pace and wipe the tears..

no time to deny no time to fret..

suck it up for those who depend..

accept reality, truth and the end..

of a life that was and walk on..

fold up my sheets, be replaced anew..