Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Hong Thai Bus Hostage Siege Tragic Ending

Oftentimes i write biting cuts,
Wounds without any trace of blood
Hidden in the shadows of emptiness
Underneath the skyline of scolding sky.

But as the air tightens on this 23rd of August
I know it''ll be different

In our little flat which we called home
Antipathy bubbles in the air
Our tired eyes from sailing all day
Never blink for a moment
Stewed to the scene played on the TV's screen.

The people from the land that adopted me
Were chained to the mournful hymns of the night;
Gunfires from M16 riffle burn the small palings of hope
Left on the edge of their doom.

Oh people whom I've come to love
I can hear your heartwrenching wails
I can feel the trembling of your nerves
Across the miles,through sharp winds.

Oh people of my beloved home,
Greetings to the one who shares the cup of agony with me,
I am here alone,loved and accepted by the blood
The common blood of the ones murdered by the man,
The son of the motherland which nurtured me.

Are you feeling the shame too
On how the uniformed men acting dross for hours?
Have you suddenly felt the changing of colors
From vibrant to gray to black?

Perhaps you would...
We would...
The whole world would...
As we watch how the victim;
The poor soul collapses on the left front door
How the bullet unlock the handcuff
That chained him there...

Should we sigh,moan or lament
To the bloody end of the hostage siege?

Oh tragedy,you are like rocks that cruelly rebuff
The aeonian flow of life's waves

Such sufferance slip into coma
Any heart i bet would agree
When you saw the immeasurable pain
On the tip of her lips
In every movement of her eyelids,
A woman,widowed
A mother now daughterless
A light of the hause,without a son to light up with
Because he is in the ICU,battling for life and death.

In a blink of an eye,Nine lives lost
Eagles soar high to wipe the copper cheeks of heaven
But its deep scar constantly drips the vital fluid
Bare to the eyes of the intrusive world

The root of contrtemps remains unknown
Had perished with the ghost of the captor

And the mystery of the tragedy
Awefully remains wodunit
Leaving a fatal wound to the most.

Friday, August 27, 2010


In every angles and curves

of the silent mountains

rest many tales

waiting to be told

And in its every shade

lies the shadows,

the stories of people

yet to unfold

Mine is one among the many

an ordinary biography,unnoticed

Oftentimes i caught myself

writing a journal of scathing emptiness,

drudging myself in my emmolient cave.

Each rocks and curves

were made up of prison cells with nippy windows

Like all mortals,i've been there

I've seen the birth of flowers in the morning

and witnessed the falling of its petals

in the drunkenness of the night

Midnights were the reasons for my untimely death

The shadows turned black and became one with the darkness

I can hear my sighs inside me

My heavy footsteps on the whim

Mine is a world of penance,sacrifice and work...

and wrods are my companion,

the glow in the dark to my bleary heart

to survive the...

yet another tormented nights full of cries.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Gone to the Abyss

Of this world's stage in which we stay
The dakness is pleading to grow
Leading me to the dark invading sea
No more courage left to show.

I've scream my pleas million times
And more than i could remember
To the deaf ears of happiness
Yet the more i try,heartache rear.

How virtue stand still in me
Is something so hard to maintain
Dysphoria reduced to dust my bravery
Where a little smile is tough to gain.

A canvas at the sullied horizon
Mountains meet the unilluminated sky
It coincided with my heavy emotion
I envisioned,i'll untimely die.

I'm now blinded to the beauty of existence
A lifeless individual among ruin and ash
Alchemized by the pull of extreme penitence
Gone to the abyss in a lightning's flash.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

The Betrayal

No matter how I battled this feeling
Every minute still is a torture.

My tale was nothing
but full of false;
A flowing river of faults.

Sometimes i pause and ponder
What is wrong with me?

I sought for happiness
and it was my graveyard

that i've found.

I fell upon the torny web
of betrayal and lies.

I wanted to scream
but the pain is too much
until I detached myself
to the world I once called paradise.

What else was left on this pen of mine
When all the words already melted
inside me..

He killed me...
He killed every flame of desire in my heart
and all the courage to bring out my best.

The ache locked me in a limbo where
I cant hear a word
Or a song that will remind me of
A world full of Judas.

What error have I done?
Why all the fragrance of summer
were consumed by the heat of deceit?

He lied,
He betrayed me...

All I want is a love that flows like a waterfall
And everytime I see a couple
I break down and cry...

He made me believed in a false love...
He lied,
He betrayed me...

He killed me.

Friday, August 6, 2010

A Little Less of Us that You Should Know ( from the heart of a Domestic Helper)

This is a little less of Us
That you should/need to know
When unlawfulness surpass
Our insignificancy grow.

Praise the constructor of the bridge
Where we could temporily place
Flattened boxes by its edge
And rest our worn-down face.

Will your thoughts dawdle
On the threads  of hotness
Lacing the afternoon fable
"Us and the cause,effect of prejudice"?

Look at us right here
Isn't this a valid evidence?
No descent place to stay that's fair
Despite this country's opulence.

We,Filipinos,Sri Lankans
Indonesians and Nepalese
As equinox draws close-at-hand
We sore nigh the changing trees.

These and countless more
Stuff that you should know
Mr. Harbinger of summer!
I uttered it at last,whew!

Thursday, August 5, 2010

The Secrets of My Heart (The pains of an orphaned child)

Even though

my yearning hands
were under someone’s aegis,
i can still sense

The cold steel bars
that block the window
were warmed by my palms
every time I stay there for hours
thinking of myself and my Mom,
my Dad and I

a tragedy separates us
for time indefinite

When I am alone
I sense their presence
like diluted tendrils
meddling my doleful heart.

I often close my eyes
and listen to my cry
that thread upon
the labyrinth road
from where I stand
towards heaven.

I miss something;
a parents’ love, touches, hugs
that I only experience in dreams

Sometimes my desire is so great
that wanes the distance
between my reality and my reverie

and when I open my eyes
emptiness hits me…
My daily nightmare…

The secrets of my heart
I hide from the world
except from the cold steel bars
of this orphanage window
beneath the concealing
aged mango tree;
the witness of my adversity.

THE FORTUNELESS ONE (Experience of the underprivileged-the beggarly way of giving birth)

Fortuneless ,less fortunate,beggarly weak!
where will you pick the stick of hope
under this godforsaken clouds of life?
How could you survive its briery slope?

I wonder...

As your mind wonder to yonder
Have you raciocinate the way
to pay your hospital bills?

Don't cry luckless one
when you think of your bridegroom

The cow!
Where is he now?
Drunk as a skunk
in the dry field of empty stars...
Gone with the unseen figures
when Judas spilled the sawdust
one boozy night.

Look at your son by your side
Does he give you fear?
Or the idea of having him
stirs your brain...

Your poor verdant son
wrap in his Dad's old shirt
Not a plain white cloth was prepared
to welcome him in this world
Pretty pitiful,isnt it?

Regrets,fears,pains ran reeling wild...
long painful hours twist your mind
to a scenery only psychos can define...

Riverberation of hallow promises
gulping,roaring in your ears.

Politicians,NGO's psalming their plans
but help a little and mostly do none
of their promises until it will be forgotten
and leave you rotten
in the hospital for months.

Lie down next to your son,ill-fated one
Rest your wailing soul,
open your eyes and look around

the beds...there are dozen of beds
with weeping women like you,
the underprivileged...
See!?...You are not alone.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Poverty's Grosteque Ring of Violence


Airyn Lentija

The scent of cold winds
on the harsh, high plateau
and on our house
have a thing in common:
the longing for a loving touch.

My mother once lived
within mountains...
suffered emptiness.

She hugged
a blanket of the night
with chilling breeze
and survived alone...

Now she's in her thirties
and has a son;
Me, old enough
to realize pain
and understand hate.

When I was ONE,
hospitals became my home...
I had colds,
and often I fell,
cut myself
and swallowed objects
like magicians did
because my mother
didn't bother to care.

I slept, ate
and played on the floor


I reached TWO
I forced myself
to take a shower
on my own

I lived with a cellphone
next to me
so I could phone her
when I awake.

At THREE I know how
to make myself a milk
and kick myself out
of the house so I could
beg food from peers
because nothing was left
for me to eat.

I never refuse to learn
from anyone...
though my mother often shouts at me,
spanks me...treated me wildly at home.

that was she.
Why is that?

My mother
who is now holding
a university degree
learnt to live
in solitude,
known no loving touch
of a mother's love.

Maybe that's why
she never loved me...
comforted me...

but I am her son
and I longed
to hug her tight;
She is my mom.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010



I sit silently near the window
Promises of hope arch above the tall tress
extending to the hazy horizon...

Only feeling of emptiness left...
crystal pearls racing on my cheeks
from my worn-out mourning eyes.

What's the use  of those promises I see,
when trust was murdered inside of me?

Words became plain,hallow,
made up of dusty smoke,
easily blown by the wind,

I would/should never bank on any word
that I hear anymore.

He liquidate the once tough,
solid foundation of my subtlety.

He whom I had entrusted my heart
never teasure it...
furthermore put it in a plastic pedestal;
a platform of fragmented fantasies.

Whence could I hold,
to stop sinking deep,
everyday-i'm drowning slowly.

Occurence came so fast,furiously
that I wasn't prepared

For hours that I sit here
beside the window
recalling the "what we used to have".
I surmise I had given my all.

and there is no word to ease
the tormenting emotion i'm feeling...
remembering the way he treated me

So low...
He threw me away so easy
inspite of my genuine love
Never in my synthetic nightmares
I imagined a man wield me this way

I,who was valued,loved,and cared
by the people who know me
couldnt  believe what fate has done.

pieces of me,wrecked by what I thought
an incomparable love,lay helplessly
in the periphery of dakness...

I wanted to scream but the pain smothered my voice
until I cannot speak...

I wanted to write but each world stabs my heart
recalling the price,the treatment I got in return
for giving my heart wholeheartedly.....

This is unfair...
It is so unfair...

After bestowing all my understanding
not a love that is symbiotic and
reciprocal I got in return...

Hence he showed  me
how LOW i am-
The sum of my prosaic self for him...

For one shining instant,
I was lost...
the darkness is vast..

and there in its belly
I found myself again...

No longer seeing my worth....
As a woman.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Verdict : Stoning

It was a perfect summer day
the sunlight suits word by word
chord by chord-
the songs that was aired on TV;
the women singers sang accompanied with guitars.

On the other side of the world
parallel to where I was
the moon wept silently.

After the stars die away like a dream-that night
a new morn destined to mourn
and no wonder can betide-
another wonman will die-of stoning.

The dust on the cell walls trembled
on the air as the man spoke to her
the vedict: "...and you will be stoned to death."

She...was mocked,sentenced-
an adulterer...

One drop of nervous rises
until it slowly grew...
consumed the core of her soul
making her lesser than a mole
inside that dark prison room.

The sad song of her heart plays-
she might be begging to the face of time
to stop...who knows...

I wonder what was in the edge
of her scared-dimmed eyes...
Could it be the picture of her family?
her children...?
or a moment of her precious moments
packed in a glance of deep sorrow.

Oh woman torn before the world's eye
the time had finally came...

She was dragged out of cell...
dressed in white,chained...
Her head covered with white cloth
that hid her tears when
she was ditched up to her chest.

Not far distant was a pile of stones
not so big and not so small...

One man picked and start to lead
the throwing of stones into her he head
No one stop until the blood
continously drops from her crown
that sways backward everytime
she was hit by a stone...

Her final gasp of air...
'twas when the sun growl to the birds,
they took her out of the hole
and laid...on the sand...
D E A D...

and on the other side of the earth
was a perfect summer night...

People were feasting the finest fruits of the earth
opposite to what will happen to the other side of the globe
next night...

when the moon weeps silently.