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..