Habang nilalakbay itong karagatan,
Iba't ibang kulay ng ilaw ang nasisipat
Kadilima'y alay rin sa mamamayan
Puting walang galaw, iba nama'y pakipat-kipat
Parang pasko sa dalampasigan
Ilaw ng mga motor sa dagat, kumukutikutitap
Ang masilaw na puting ilaw, dinaraanan
Sabi'y halika'yo mga isda at kulisap!
Dasal 'wag lang lumapit ang kidlat
Nang pamilya nami'y huwag mangamba
Hala mga isda pasok at tuloy sa lambat
Oh kadiliman ikaw rin ay pinagpala
Lamig din ang kalaban, ngunit hindi patitinag
Tuloy lang mga bituin sa pagkislap
Ganito ang gabi, kapag nanlalayag
Saksi sa ilaw ng pagsusumikap at pangarap.
LUCKY MAY
May, May is welcome
And by these roads, these lanes
Young people come to home
To sing to my sisters.
What pretty they are
With her golden hair
And coloured lassos
And my mother combing them
To disentangle it.
That is their faces
What face so bright¡
Their lips, what loveliness¡
Painted with lipsticks
Where the same Cupid
A Kiss plant.
Their eyes, waht pretty and lovely¡
As star lighting the same Sky.
Their snub noses
(I wish I could to have them¡)
Silver twists are
That none of the jeweller
Knows draw
Only mother Daniela
As their ivory teeth
And their two little bust
Behind their white blouses
As two early lemons
With a dress of virgin
With brads in its shorts
Straight to the point
Axle of dancing and music
Moving their nice legs
And their agile feet.
And Me, now, an injured angel
With all my features as seraph
Imploring to our mother
That she plays a May with me
Dressing me as my sisters
With Rosemary flowers
With legominous flowers
Puting in my hand
A palm of Sun and Moon
As my lovely sisters
Because I want to dress as a little girl
And don’t want to be more
The Little man of the home
In the Lucky May.
LUCKY MAY
May, May is welcome
And by these roads, these lanes
Young people come to home
To sing to my sisters.
What pretty they are
With her golden hair
And coloured lassos
And my mother combing them
To disentangle it.
That is their faces
What face so bright¡
Their lips, what loveliness¡
Painted with lipsticks
Where the same Cupid
A Kiss plant.
Their eyes, waht pretty and lovely¡
As star lighting the same Sky.
Their snub noses
(I wish I could to have them¡)
Silver twists are
That none of the jeweller
Knows draw
Only mother Daniela
As their ivory teeth
And their two little bust
Behind their white blouses
As two early lemons
With a dress of virgin
With brads in its shorts
Straight to the point
Axle of dancing and music
Moving their nice legs
And their agile feet.
And Me, now, an injured angel
With all my features as seraph
Imploring to our mother
That she plays a May with me
Dressing me as my sisters
With Rosemary flowers
With legominous flowers
Puting in my hand
A palm of Sun and Moon
As my lovely sisters
Because I want to dress as a little girl
And don’t want to be more
The Little man of the home
In the Lucky May.
My emotions are speaking loud as we speak,
My heart cries for the lies that lies,
Lately you been on my mind now at a peak,
Realize you were the one I shouldn't lie.
Love to stranger in different faces,
Deep in the caves we explore,
Connecting connections lit light in different places,
More, More, More deep we went til.
We split different paths we took,
Wondering for your light again,
I found it took long but hate shook,
Soon I cause the pain, I never meant to bring,
For months a war rage inside for a choice mistake,
Puting pieces back analyzing them.
I know you don't care what can I bare,
You were the one I should've not let go,
The nights veer in the past where view mirror as I stare,
Into the unknown I walk taking every inch finding myself go,
Depression ringing in the shadows to lore you.
Now I'm thinking about you,
The past reminisce.
Written: 1/14/16
In the bible it says"wives submit to your husbands"
And "husbands love your wives"
I would sit and read this often pondering over the words.
Puting all the peices together as if my life was a crossword.
This verse is very true but maybe only pertaining to you.
When you meet that someone for you there is one thing you know is true,
The love for them is more abundant and so profuse.
The sparkle in there eyes and the movement of there lips,
Is like your favorite wine and you savor it with sips.
You know your ment to be when ur hands conform to there skin,
Just like this peice of paper and soft point pen.
There is just one thing I don't understand,
What about those girls who don't want a man?
Those girls who get fluttery feelings about a female.
When I told my mother this her face went pale.
Rejected,made fun of, laughed at and mentaly drained.
I cried out to God asking him if I would be anything but lame.
God loves us for who we are not who we love.
I thought this and reread that ver in my own behove. Wives submit to your wives, and husbands love your husbands.
I'm sorry for giving you sleepless night's,
I'm sorry for each and every fight,
I'm sorry for your pain and agony,
I'm sorry for the missing harmony,
I'm sorry for my selfish love,
I'm sorry for not caring enough,
I'm sorry for my restlessness,
And most of all,
I'm so very, very, very sorry for puting you threw all of this!!!
My dram ram has spent it's last byte
MS word won't type another poetic wishful might
India calling techie says charge $$ that visa
and PC will be good for a few years
Over the phone line and through the Dell
to better 'puting we go
The geek knows the way
to carry away
my short and dwindling dough!
Over the phone line and through the Dell
Charge what?? this is starting to smell!!
The geek knows he may talk away
my sanity Hey!!
This PC still don't 'poot!!
"I'm in love wit you"
is such a strong phrase
Keeps me guessing
leaves me in a daze
puting me a new phase
Making me wonder if I mean it or not
I can't say it
I can't break your heart
I love you
But I'm not in love wit you
not now anyways
Maybe we can progess
into something new
and I can finally someday say "I'm in love wit you"