emptiness kills you
sadness brought about by the image of unfamilliarity
a picture painted from a thousand words to none
painstakingly picking one thread of depricating thought after another

serving as a fixture
of daunting memories
inculcated by dint, fear and pessimism
leaving an impression to one's perspective

assuming my disposition
a predicament at the least
I have come to an ultimatum of sorts
silence...

To my family... I love you so much.

What I would give for your safety and happiness.

Politiko

Nangumbida
At nagpakilala saiyo
Binuksan ang bintana
isinara ang pinto

pinaasa sa wala
pinaniwala
pinaalala
na walang himala

nilikom para sa sarili
pinagpatong patong na butil
para walang maipili
buhay ay siningil

ang para sa atin
katarungan at pagkatao
sapat bang kitilin
binigo, binigo

pinaasa sa wala
pinaniwala
pinaalala
na walang himala

ngayon tuklasin
lingkod mo ay lingkod ko
ngayon danasin
ang buhay mo ay buhay ko

inihantulad mo ba ito sa isang politiko?

Somebody

Inevitably I return to cloak the misery
The misery that would unfold before my very eyes
With this in mind I turn to you
Gracefully exiting the secrets and lies

The depth of character I have come to imagine
That source of meaning that would change everything
This has set something in me
Something that will definitely be

The ephemeral sadness of death
And being based on longevity
Should this measure the company
That I would settle for free

Do we see each other half way
Or meet at worlds end
Do I follow the stars
To bring this search to an end

assumptions

This should have defined me, this and nothing else
I would have been corrupted within the depths of wonder
Would have the sun smiling down on me
The world moving beneath me
This above all would have settled
The ramblings that were forever untold
Sooner or later I would yet to realize
That this would be unquestionable
Haggling for what is left to grasp
Inundated by bits and pieces of me plus you
Have I been told to be as inquisitive or
Stand still to the silence of the night
I turn my face upward
Feel the rush of rain
I look up to you
And simply, silently cry in vain

person

My person starts to believe tha all is over
past memories magnifies the lost

My person tries to understand the circumstance
in which she the only person relates to in all odds

The difference between a hello and goodbye
a kiss on the cheek and a look in the eye

Chances are things would be delt with
ways predictable or unimaginable

Either it would hurt or cause severe trauma
which will cease in confusion, doubt and self pity

My person, the only person who without a doubt
will give anything for a glimpse of the untold happiness.