The Kiss of Judas That Sent Me To Hell

i was anxious.
i got stunned by the idea that you were lovely enough to be called a lady.

astonishing.

i was dreaming.
the sugar-coated words out spoken were ringing my bells as my eyes show disbelief.

clumsy.

i was chilling.
and then you lit a little matchstick for me.

is that your way of showing that you care?

you never failed.
it lured me to death so i could imagine that i was catching a warmth from a furnace.

it was a pleasant drean to be recalled.
the poison apple was desperately devoured by this hungry soul - who would have thought for an instance that it was the pitfall of deception.

it wasn't pygmalion's love story that broke my heart deeply...

it was the kiss of judas that sent me to hell.

Epluribusunum (One out of many)

Amidst the tumult of the PTB's
You stood out
Along with trials, hardships and sacrifices
You didn't fall out
You'll soon exhume the theories you've learned
Putting it all into practice
You see the society, microscopic and telescopic view
So clear, so bright
This is your higher step for the oppressed
Push hard not for 'own', but 'theirs'
History will deem your works
none can give something in return,
but you'll be loved by the masses
and this is your insignia
it is our duty to serve the people
enjoy your jaunt into their lives
comrades! you are winsome inspirations
for the people and all revolutionaries
adieu for greater purpose
adieu... epluribusunum

Home

A travel, a long hour of journey
Across several unceasing municipalities
Road trip of vitality
Sparkling vision of a hometown
Towards the doorsteps
Filled with the origin;
the bourgeois living.
Home.

Away from the city streets
Gone through the mildest bridge
of honorable hard struggle for freedom
Into the woods where giants arise
The mountains where fog kisses your cheeks
Gathered with comrades and the basic masses
Celebrating the Party's meaningful day,
Nonetheless...
Home.

Sukol

Ginatos ka tuig
Nag-antos ug dinaug-daog
Kagutom, pagpanlupig
Pagpangilad ug kagubot
Di na magpalingla
Kay kita nahikmata na
Ang katawhang andam mubarog
Mubarog ug makigbisiog
Ug ang paglingkawas sa nasud
karong taknaa magsugod!

Pakighiusa

Mamahulay ko
Kuyog sa dinaug-daog
ug pinahimuslan...

Aron masinati ko
Ug sa akong unod
magpabilin,
ang pagsupak
ug pakigbisog.

Uban ako kanila
ug sa pagtulog ko
kami nakig-gubat.

Wala

Ang kalisud
sa kahimtang
masuklian ra
ug kaharuhay
kung kitang tanan
kabalo na
nga musukol
ug mubarog.

Naive

If I need care
I should call a care giver

If I need someone to lean on
I should call my best friends

If I need to be happy
I should watch cartoon movies

If I need love
I should call my mother

But why does my heart
needs you?

I don't understand.

Was It Infatuation?

What would be the greatest proof
That you might have
to testify that
I'm still in love with you?

If i would not see you,
I've even forgot how you look like!

Forgot all the memories
If I intend not to remember

But when silence speaks
and running waters whisper
Only your name echoes back.

Miss You

i'm not counting
on how many days
i've spent with you
what matters more
is the tick of the clock,
the every second
of my life,
passing by...
and you're not around.

To The Girl I Once Adored

down in the ricefields, hand in hand,
we've walked together
In that spin-a-bottle
we've shared our laughter

In the seashore
where i wrote your huge name
And in the heart
where it was detained

a bunch of flowers
i picked in that mountain
five pieces of roses
given under the sparkling rain

i believe dreams are still existing -
way back then was very inspiring

it's been years since i last saw you
or maybe i just missed you

please wait for me...
i'm coming home.

Dali Kauban

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Atong tan-awon ang kahimtang nila;
Mga tawong nawad-an na ug paglaom
Sa gagmayng relief goods na lamang gipasalig ang kaugmaon

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Tan-awon ta ang mga mag-uuma
Nga ang mao-mao nilang sinaligang umahan,
Gibomba ug napugos nalang nga biyaan

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Sa Munai, Tangcal, ug Poona Piagapo
Ang lugar nga gikahilunaan sa mga lumulupyo,
Ang mga gipansunugan ug balay
Ug sila nga ang pangpangabuhian gipampatay

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Atong pamatud-an kung tinood ba ang ingon sa gobyerno -
“Basta adunay mga Moro, buhi ang terorismo!”
Atong timbangon kung kini husto ba,
Dili ba kaha gobyerno ang tinuod nga terorista?

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Atong pawinawon ang walay unod nga mga storya
Sa mga naghari nga walay nabuhat nga mga lakang
Para kalinaw ug hustisya maiasdang
Ang ilang tubag sa mga rebelde –
“All-Out war ra ang solusyon niini!”

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Aron masaksihan sa imong mga mata
Ang mga kasakit ug pag-antos nila
Mga masang tawhanong katungod giyatakan
Mga labing dinaug-daug ug pinahimuslan

Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Makigbisog ug maghiusa alang kanila!


>The US-Arroyo government spent 1B pesos in the current All-Out war campaign against the MILF rebels. Asking for another 2.6B of budget for military offensives in Mindanao. This was reported Nov. 19,2008 by TV-Patrol World. I don't wish for Mindanao to become the next Iraq or Afghanistan, how bout you?

SINING NG KABATAAN

Ang himig ng aming musika,
Panaghoy ng magsasaka
Silang pangunahing pwersa,
Binhi n gating paglaya

Ang bawat tulang aming likha,
Lakas ng uring manggagawa
Silang hukbong mapagpalaya,
Panday n gating pag-asa

Ang bawat indak n gaming paa,
Handog naming para sa masa
Ang galaw ng aming mga kamay,
Sa kanila naming inaalay

Ang kuskos ng gitara
at guhit ng pintura-
Aming obra maestra,
Alang-alang sa masa

Ang sining ng kabataan,
ay para sa kinabukasan
Ang sining ng kabataan,
ay kultura ng mamamayan
Ang sining ng kabataan,
kalayaan ng ating bayan!

Mantigue

Dugo at pawis aming ipinanday
Lambat ng buhay, sa alon sumasabay
Ipaglaban ang islang sa amiý bumubuhay
Kapalit man nitoý aming kamatayan

Chorus:
Mantigue (8x)

Hampas ng mga bula sa mukha
Ng mapuputing Kristal
Ipagtatanggol sa mang-aapi
Hinding-hindi aatras



> the original composition of this one is a poem. it's all about a place called mantigue island in camiguin. people who live there were bribed by the local government to leave their sanctuary, but they refused. the local government made their decision even harder, there were 2 options to choose from, 10,000 pesos for leaving the island or imprisonment as penalty for declining the present mayor. those people who insisted not to leave were imprisoned then filed with cases such as trespassing and squatting. but the previous local mayor recognized their existence and stated that they really were residents of the island. mantigue island was planned to be made into a resort area for foreigners. and so with that, they need to get rid of the people who were living there for almost 15 years... the poem, blended with melodies, it turned into a song.. haha :)

Alter Ego

A clench in the fist
A roar in the shadows

To hurtle the wall
is for withdrawing temper

A barricade fence surrounding,
bulwark of the fragile crystal

Again and again,
I hold the arms of my soul - swap!

He's now talking - I tell you
Harken: a whisper in my eyes

Reading the lips of sissy
Shrilling sounds licking the eardrums

Recalling the retro...
You were not the same prodigy

I accede.
Because this is the other me.

Numbers

Thousands and thousands,
those thoughts that run,
over and over the head

Hundreds and hundreds,
of hearsays overheard,
clenching the eardrums

Tens and tens
feelings that play,
inside this grounded heart

One by one,
Creeping slowly,
eating me alive...

Aktibismo

Ang pagnanakaw sa kaban ng bayan,
Mabuti pa rin ba sa mata ng mamamayan?

Kung oo, hayaan nating ipagpatuloy ang gawain
ng mga sinungaling, ganid at sakim

Kung hindi! aba kung ako sayo'y mag-iisip-isip na ako!
Matagal na pala akong niloloko ng gobyerno!

Tao, wag kang maging bulag sa matagal mo nang nakikita!

Wag kang maging bingi sa lahat ng nailahad na mga balita!

Wag mo hayaang ika'y maging duwag upang hindi na makapagsalita!

Kahit ang pagkilos ma'y masama sa tingin ng madla,
Nararapat lamang na ito'y panghawakan pagkat ito'y tama.

Underling

Feelings won't be understood
Emotions are just emotions
Nobody would understand, nobody will.

Keeping things hidden,
Making each day fill with
doubts and confusions
Thus actions become feeble.

Living gentle
Bouncing and fancy
Cover the lies beneath the troubled heart.

Because behind every little thing
kept inside
I am still inferior.

*wishful thinking*

Seatmate

Oh if you're a statue
You would be the Venus de Milo
Silacrum of smile and tenderness
Lambkin of joy and loveliness

For it is you
Who makes me gracefully bend my head
Yeah it's you
The image i see before going to bed

I know this is really awkward
But, you caught me off guard

Tětě-á-tětě

TO THE GRASPING PROLETARIATS
YOUNGER MY AGE

Have I told you it's not a bed of roses?
Who can forget Wang Yang Ming
in those fateful nights of
the Great Proletarian Cultural Revt'n
I can't, I cant.

We who must transcend
from the bourgeois origin
and submit to antagonistic
class contradictions,
unacidic collective debates
Painful everyday, painful.
variety of antagonisms.
Brace for yourselves.
You said you want to go to
the countrysides?
Barefoot. Stranger.
Versus the cool western wind
Never forget to look for the
western side of your tree
at 6 o'clock in the evening
Your only consolation.
Embrace it.

Hush, my dear little boy, hush
You'll be near.
Persevere. Persevere.
Get your cancer sticks
and discern not on the smoke
it emits

Yes, it is a bed of roses.
Not for me, but for you.
It is for the faceless
whom we fought for
through the years.

Please kiss the first dawn
of victory for me.



YOUNG ONE'S REPLY TO THE UNDYING
PROLETARIATS OF THE OLD


The daybreak opens with arms wide open
Embroidering the red sun would be
disappointing and malevolent
in the eye of the bourgeois
But yes, we can! we can!

We are to commit class suicide
to unwrap ourselves
from the bourgeois bearings,
to succumb and give birth
to a new life - proletariats!
In which we are conduct of becoming
Painstaking and crucial.
Persevere. Persevere.
And yes we would venture
the countrysides!
Barefooted and vulnerable
against the wrath of the western wind.
We'll never forget
our everyday living with the peasants
They're the ones whom
we can rely upon
We will bind them.

We would follow the trace of your footsteps
True, you said i am the captain of my soul
I am to use this will
to set the captives free
At the end of the long run,
we are the protegĕ
of the undying proletariats
of the old

In the presence of antagonistic
class contradictions
We -the people- struggle for commitment
A debt of gratitude for your wisdom
We find clarity to oversee the society
your souls will inhibit within.
If, for instance, we fail to bring
your flesh in the time of triumph,

We will kiss the first dawn
of victory for you.

Victor

The east is where the sun rises,
When that time comes,
The sun would be red!
Ablaze, with scorching heat
That would burn the maggots alive:
For the strength of the weak,
The scorching sun!
Will turn the oppressors down.
That very time will come,
when the lark's flock will sing.
A song of liberty
A song of sacrifice;
A tribute to the people's
never failing struggle.
For each price entails sacrifices,
And each sacrifice entails freedom!