Sa may bulkan, poesia

Whisper

O would the mountains whisper
The names of the departed
The sacrificed in the name
Of the Father who slaughtered
Dread, fear, evil
Demons that demolish
The edifices of defense
Against martyrs who march
For the common goal

Would the valleys sigh
Would the trees sough
I’d whisper I love you so
But the Father has not set foot
On the doorstep of my heart

And so I am a slave
To the bitter, the envious, the arrogant
I am not proof
Against the arid
Hills that burn under
The cruelty of summer

Would the ocean wash
The saline in my eyes
Clear my vision
As I see you, a shadow
A passing silhouette

Would I utter your name
And my heart pray
Be yours, o be yours
But all I am is the breeze.


Substitute

You are not the substitute for a dream
You are the dream
That died with the
Withering fires in my heart

You are not the substitute
For an existence
Meaningful and meaningless
In its eccentricity
You are the life
That pulses through my being

You are not the substitute
For me, who is nothing
Without you
I am you, you are me
You are inextricable
From who I am
And who I am is you
Without an end
Without a beginning
Only an infinity in being.


Suko

Ayoko na
Ako’y mag-aalsa balutan na
Tatapusin ang palabas
Na walang patalastas
Hihingin ang pagbabasbas
Ng Amang kumalinga
Mula pagkabata

Umambag kung sino
Ang lalabag sa batas
Na iwinasiwas
Ng hihip ng Haring Hangin
Sa tatlong sulok ng parisukat
Na mundo

Bakit ayoko na
Sa palabas
Na walang wakas
Dahil ayoko na
Mag-iwan ng bakas
Ayong may makaalam
Naglakad ako
Sa langit na malamlam
Ayokong may makaalala
Humukay ako
Gamit ng gintong pala
Ng libingan para sa
Mga patay na tala.