Hapo
Sa iyong paningin, ako ay nanlulumo
Ngunit hindi mo naiiintindihan na ang katawan ko ay hapo sapagkat ito ay buhay
Ang balat ko ay mainit
Ngunit ang dugo nananalaytay sa aking ugat ay malamig
At tama ka, ang laman ko ay nangingilo
Manhid ang kamay, blanko ang pag-iisip
Walang pag-asang humihinga
Walang kabuhay-buhay na namamatay
Sa pagtapak ng aking talampakan sa buhangi'y
Binubura ng alon ang alaala nito
Sa paghila ng lubid
ay ang paghatak ng tubig
Lunurin mo ako
Sa ilusyon
Sa pangarap
Sa pag-ibig
Bulagin mo ako
Sa langit at impierno
Sa pag-asa ng panghabang buhay
Hindi mo ba makita?
Ako ay nanlulumo pagkat ang mundo ay hapo.
grasseseatcows
5/26/2005 10:02:00 AM
Dissident
A state of megalomania has been ended
Voices have settled down
To see is to reveal dementia:
The decadence of celestial beings
And the delusion of synthetic standards
A blatant display of fickleness-to some may seem sinister
As my being crumbles, all the fervor I had has deteriorated into apathy
Nothing more can be offered
Nothing more to have me scared
To you it's supersonic, to me it's nothing more than silence
The clock ticks without me knowing
The knife twists without me dying
grasseseatcows
5/23/2005 08:21:00 AM
Whore
Animation: Blank
Sensation: Blank
To live is derogatory
And to die is superlative
Animalistic behavior devoids humanity
As it feeds on unquenchable desire
Parasitic exchange although it normally benefits both parties
A cascade of moans, sweat, blood and individuality
Sin vacuums time and existence
For the host it produces food
But to live is derogatory
And to die is superlative.
grasseseatcows
5/10/2005 06:31:00 PM
No Nirvana
A butterfly dies when it lays eggs
A dragonfly dies reaching its dreams
Trapped, walled by a spherical form of habitat
To struggle will not get anything anywhere
Too vulnerable-too human
Hold me and feel me running short of life
Along with every cosmic formation tangible, pencil drawings are too be erased
A deadly virus, a continuous form of pestilence
A lose-lose situation, for it is inevitable too be human
Forced to be part of this surreal fantasy and be stuck and lost in it
Forever we would seem to be together
But I have been able to deteriorate my being
The sole of my feet burns--too agitated to dive outside and swim myself toward the surface of oblivion
There would be no blowing wind on my cheeks
No feeling of accomplishments
Nor success nor failure
No knowledge of my vertebraic being
No love nor hate
No tears nor laughter
No sadness nor joy
No nirvana.
Total eradication.
grasseseatcows
5/10/2005 04:43:00 PM