You Can Never Bend a "Travelling Bullet"

Stand tall
Hold your 9mm pistol
Trigger finger out
Position your body
Knees slightly bend
Extend both arms, holding the gun
Aim for the target, center of the body mass
Pull the trigger
Slack, slack, slack
Alpha.

Yet....

That lady sitting at her favorate spot...

She is lost in her thoughts yet she looks serene and calm.
She finds her home but wants to go out and travel the world.
She is surrounded by love yet she feels short of it.
She is careful in her decisions yet careless in her actions.
She appears strong yet she is weak in every corner of her being.
She is old yet she giggles and jumps with glee like a child.
She is a dreamer yet she does not leap high.
She is lonely yet she finds no reason why.

And here I am, also sitting at my favorate spot looking at that lady....
And I ask....
Will it be a sin to ask heaven for her to be simply happy?

Sabog

Diri sa gawas sa among balay
Naghangad-hangad ako,
Gitutokan, gi-storyahan
Ang mga bituon nga walay libog.
Gipa-ngutana nako sila---

Unsa ang ilang makasulti
Kabahin nako
Nga nag hangad-hangad karon sa langit?

Kung ila bang nabasahan
Ang sulod sa akong huna-huna
Sa mga matag gabii nga mopauli ko sa amoa?

Kung ila bang nasabtan
Ang mga nag dagan-dagan sa akong huna-huna karon?
Kay ako mismo wala kahibaw
Kung unsa dyud akong gustong buhaton.

…Samtang nagpaabot ko sa ilang mga tubag
Magpabilin kong nagtutok sa mga bituon
Kay sila ra ang nakahibaw,
Kay sila ra ang nakakita.

Closed

I sat there and closed my eyes...

Dreaming of colors and drumbeats
Colorful fireworks winking the dark sky
The wind damped with comfort and peace
And the air filled with music of laughter

...I opened my eyes and there was silence
Awkward silence, lonely silence
I dared not to close my eyes
And not to dream again.

If Begets If

If darkness speaks of lost…

If rainbow speaks of colors and wonder…

If coffee speaks of accompaniment…

If road speaks of direction…

If rainfall speaks of retreat…

If tears speak of both pain and joy…

If hugs speak of comfort...

If occasions speak of warmth...

If time speaks of now…

And distance speaks of patience…

Then, what does my heart speak of?

Melting of the Chocolate

photographed by Gerwin Bhuyo

The arrows of the sun melt the chocolate doll
Away in her sleep, her inevitable call.
Pronounced bones showing the kind of work
Making her dusky sweat out of sort.

Five.Four.Three.Two.One.

Fireflies are stars in the green carpet
As the chocolate doll dances without fret.
Her soft hands touch the silky moon
And heaven widens to give more tune.

One.Two.Three.Four.Five.

Wake up and work as it always seems
Putting fireflies in the pedestal of dreams.
Presence should be there or things will be falling

And once again, it's time for chocolate melting.

Facade

You see colors and glitters
You are touched by the smile
You praise the tongue of wisdom
And envy laughter’s flight.
Halfway, it is a joke and
The other is a game.
Happiness is at its peak, but
Just look and feel it.

Deceived that’s what you are
Downpour of disguise
You never saw it
Need your heart to feel it.

It’s just a façade
The real thing is right inside.