A Letter From The Past

A letter from the past
Has made its way through boxes
from shelves.
The familiar strokes, words that only
He would use in writing
But some that he could never admit
when asked.

I read it slowly
all previous hopes and dreams
Fears and doubts are answered.
This man of whom I asked
‘If the earth was round,
Wouldn’t it be easier for you
to come home in the evening?’

This letter from the past
Had come back from boxes and shelves
It made its way just in time for healing.
But its too late to amend
All other wounds and feelings.
All I know, all I knew, all I didn’t know
Had meaning, some reasoning in this
Letter from the past.

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Reminders, Reminders

Sulit ba ang kahirapan
Upang mapunan ang iyong karangyaan?
Kitain mo kami
Ngayon o bukas
Upang maintindihan mo
Ang aming kinabukasan
Sabi mo mahal mo
Ang bansang iyong sinilangan
Ngunit ang patuloy naming katanungan
Idinaan sa kantang
“Mahal ka ba niya talaga?”
Aminin mo lahat ng iyong binubudhi
Bago mo sabihing
Ika’y tama para sa amin.
Oo lahat ay nagkakamali
Ngunit ang mapili
Dapat parin bang gumawa ng mali?
Walang kasiguraduhan sa panahon
Ang kailangan marahil
Ay kung ano ang tama sa nakararami
Di kung ano ang para sa sarili.

Diaspora

These trees with falling leaves
Over broken hearts and shattered dreams
I’ve heard that line before
I spoke to one whore

That puzzled look
She gave to that cook
Who clutched all her pots
As the ship landed
All her nervousness understood
None of these things are needed

Once it’s been given
One cannot take it
That’s what the old man said
But why our land had been forsaken
To men and women whose names where never there?

Of Mice and Men
The whore had said
Once it’s been given
It can always be taken away
Remember child
It can always be taken away

Responsible Reader

Not all poems
Are about love.
This one screams
About troubles in dreams
Soccer players in teams
Lips covered in coffee foams
Like trees that rise above.
I meant to fill these words
With lingering feelings
Whatever swords I choose
In this dream, I find one appealing.
I’d rather doubt this feeling.
Remorse, remorse, remorse.
All these tremors I’ve been feeling.
Our concourse has ended.
You and I and her appended.

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The Fellow

I want to feel important,
As important as the avenue
I want to be somebody
As important as your revenues.

I’ve been dreaming
High and low
Like the river streaming
I’ve been thorough

Whatever gold or silver
I earn
The heart yearns passion
My mind will never quiver
For every thing I learn.
Even if the times will be over.

The times will be tough
People can be rough
When the bough breaks
You can’t be the one who cakes.

My last words to you, my fellow
Don’t put name to blame
This isn’t just a game
It is life, my fellow. It is life.

06-20-2014