just before i sleep

the night rest on the mother's womb

hiding some child from the hyenas 

and we rest in our humble tomb

or sleep like the tired ballerinas.

but before i ride the couch like Cinderellas'

when the clock rings in the gay midnight

interfering the soft waltz and ballads,

let me ride Aladdin's carpet on a joyful flight.

wolfs, night hawks, even laughing hyenas are benignant.

kings and queens, and princesses and prisoners, demons

greeted me and for a while ceased there malignant 

as i came swirling, they offered me juices of lemons.

gems, crowns, and treasures of perpetual stones.

waved them brilliant sparkles, almost blinding

as i swished to the castles, clouds and domes.

flight to flight, polar to polar, like peter pan, I'm flying!

the night, the dead and the feast.

dine with the dead, i welcome you all

music from the lark, the orchestra of thy soul

livening our humid heart, pleasure our stroll

tonight, let's leave our corpse, glide down to the hall.

painted the ceiling on tints of sad blue

ornate dusts of gems, sparkle, glitter, brilliant hue.

lavish clouds conceal there perfect symmetry 

envious on the attention we bestow upon thee.

quaint scenery perfected with our attendance

the ceilings the gems all decor our feast

tonight we oblivious to sadness, and we mingle our glance

and free our laughter, our spirit, we once ceased. 

to some this ball might be frivolous

a collection and dine of the most lamenting,

but to the dead, this gathering is utmost pious,

the rebirth of the hearts deprived with joying.

and so faces powdered like that of a dead

resigned the warmth of life in a cold coffin,

welcome, for we shall drink wine and eat bread

and let our soul free to its jubilant soarin'.

Pagkukubli.

ang mga bulaklak ay nalalanta

sa ilalim ng aking mga paa

at ako ay nababasa

sa ilalim ng liwanag niya.

pinulot ko ang sarili

at pinilit tumayo ng matuwid

ikinulong ang bahaghari

sa kadiliman ng silid.

pinagdamot sa sarili ang tawa

ng sanggol na sa sinapupunan niluwa

---at ang magiging kasukdulan,

ang lahat ng sakit

ay magiging kathang isip.

tulad ng pait

na sa hangi'y pinapaihip. 

   My first poem written in Filipino here in my blog. I'm really trying to dig in my mental dictionary for filipino words, and what a shame.. only a few did I remembered and can be rhymed with the next words. To think the words are just simple Tagalog. In the past, I used to make essays, poems and articles in filipino. That is when our teacher requires us for it is a part of the curriculum. Way back then, i can even impress my teachers because I am so poetic and i use deep Tagalog words. I love filipino language, I love my native tongue and it is a shame not to acknowledge and use it, specially to devastate it through erroneous usage of words. 

 I should encourage myself and others to read more articles, literary works written in Filipino. So that we will never ever forget it. The worst thing that might happen if we will not practice the language more often is to be oblivious of the native dialect, and we fear that to happen.

the Cat with an Attitude!

   I woke up. I walked ghastly going to the kitchen. I drank my coffee. I saw a ANOTHER stray cat! I spitted the coffee off. I started blogging. 

  A new feral feline just moved in to our house! I already loss count on the number of cats we adopted. hehe.

   Well anyway, as what i mentioned, a new cat is at home. Actually, he's not so feral, he's very disciplined and sophisticated and noble and refined and pompous. Unlike the early settlers, who are vivacious and vixenish and likes to be played with, this one is kinda snobbish. He even feels comfortable slouching on the doormat like he's been here all his life. He's a tiny little kitten, scattered gray and white in color and has a very fierce gray eyes. They look fierce because he always squints them every time I came close. But I like him anyway, because he likes to stay in our house.

   Granny told me that she tried to shoo off the kitten outside the gate, but just a little while, she saw it again snuggling at the doormat and he's even mingling with the old cats, or should I say that the oldies are the one socializing with him. They welcomed the new kitten with warm tongues! yes, they started licking the kitten. I suppose they want him to feel at home. But instead of licking back, he just stayed in his picturesque disposition, sitting like Cleopatra's cat, and ignored the two.... my, my, this feline has an attitude.

flight with the night.

i saw a canopy boating above the sea of clouds

on it's voyage i heard the siren sounds

and fishes of assorted hues jumping on its floor

dying blues of valley from the deep to the shore

and i saw a cherubim too, fishing the stars

climbed, played on the clouds which looked like poplars.

and he rested his body on it's flufiness

the wind clad him like a warm dress.

and i here below, watched him with envy

as he flipped and flew before my eyes with gaeity

contented my own hunger with the view above me

maybe in dreams alone will i be as free.

i saw a cherubim last night, or maybe it was me i saw playing and flipping above the sky and the clouds and the virgin moon.

take it from the dead

linger aimlessly on the pavement, i walk

unmindful of the wind, wherever i may take

dancing and entwining ,swaying in my flimsy frock

the wind chilling, my face as cold as a fake.

expectant heart, suppose you walk across

on my way, and greet me with cold eyes.

cloak me with your silence, dangled me with frost

and when you passed through me, my heart dies. 

it's the coldest poem i ever written.

round ivory

darling moon resting on the hammock of clouds

swirling its cold mist on her silver rounds

caressing it gently, oh how i love to touch

but I'm immortal, not mighty, fool's dream as such.

dream a dreamer's dream, hopeless it seem.

to touch her goddess, no hope, not a dim.

thus, what to do this fainting heart?

if in all it's beauty did my languidness start,

for my ambition is so high like her throne,

to touch her with affection is my dream alone.

oh, how bleak! how foolish, how sick!

and contemplating this dream, saddens my frolic.

buries all my merriment in a deep grave,

and no her, no way can it's corpse be saved.

and so, with all my words and tunes and art,

i'll bridge them all to you, 

and no wind, no storm, no sun can keep us apart,

for them are offered with love so strong and true.

if them are the way, the way alone,

to hide my sorrow, to this god made of stone,

let them be! and all shall be offered,

my heart, my art and soul, 

my happiness, my pains i suffered,

let them be all for you my goddess of stone!

and when i surrender to sleep tonight, let in my dreams,

your eyes, yet cold and nonchalant, with love be shown.