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..