crap pepe crap

we do not need to sing the song of dead 'heroes' to own patriotism.

it is not a badge of vanity and false pride.

so trite.

hail the glorified.
hail the overrated.

hail the epitome of the filipino.

the epitome of the filipino who wished to be something else.
something he would never become.

hail pepe.

one pepe is quite enough, thank you.

but who is pepe?

have a safe and productive rizal day.

A lesson in emphasis, not in punctuation:

A lesson in emphasis, not in punctuation:

WHO are you
who ARE you
who are YOU

nests

What is a family? What is a home?
When the lamps are already dimmed. Diffused.
The pillars already cracked. Powerless.
And the doves have all flown away from the nest.
Some enslaved. Others perished…
Tell me…
What is a family?

hither

HITHER. WHERE TEARS COME UNBIDDEN WHEN UNNEEDED. THE SAME TEARS DESERT YOU WHEN YOU DO. SLEEP THE NIGHT. SLEEP THE SORROW. THE LONELY SINGS NO LULLABIES. . . LET ME BID YOU A DREAMLESS SLUMBER…

bare threads

Ask me how a barethreaded tapestry feels, for I can tell you. Frayed at the edges, you are all unraveled and raw. To feel that the very ground you walk, stand on is no longer stable and solid. For it is crumbling away and its dust, treacherous. You have nothing, no one to lean on. They are just figments of your insecurities. Your sanity merely an illusion. And the only thing that is left for you to do… is breathe.
The air not even yours, just lent to you.
3 juillet 2008 21:32:01

SALVATION

SALVATION

break the world

in screaming glory.

Shout ye triumphant sons

And daughters

Of flawed wombs and negligible seeds

Pray

That we may all reach salvation

Tepid and apostate

Cry

In fury. in pain. in love. in the dying.

And scream in glory for the breaking of the world.

Then await

Him

Who shall come to rule and reign

At the breaking of the world

LIFE IS A PLAID

LIFE IS A PLAID

life is a plaid

the patterns at once seemingly

simple and complex

our loves our sorrows our glory and shame

all compartmentalized into blocks of

dulling color

the parallelism in our collective existence

echoed in each row

and column of woven

thread

fabricated singularity

our paths cross but we never

stay

still

life is a plaid

the patterns at once

interestingly lackluster

like as we know it

…or know of it


who would dare unravel our

shared knit

to enlighten us

and break the world

break the world