Photo by: Sam Lim
Some questions I might ask a passing ghost..
When do you know you’re a ghost?
Is there a cold that touches tips of toes?
When death feels oddly like life,
How do you know?
Is it when you try to bleed,
liquid rust comes out
from a body weakened to death by tears,
Is that how you know?
Do you make friends with smoke and mist?
Is there a ceremony on the day of death,
a party to celebrate a life gone
with others that have passed on?
The eyes of people who looked
on you with affection
are now blank.
Is it the realization that you are
as unnoticed in this world
as the air?
When, oh when,
my dear departed friend
do you know you’re a ghost?
Your vision flows,
from your eyes to your mind,
to your fingers to
I am wrapped in the shadows
Of my own past
And no one knows
No one asks…
I ride this wicked metal beast
Maybe someday I’ll chase down peace.
Twist the wrist, and brave the winds
With this machine, my only friend.
Dodge the foolish,
Outrun my end
I belong nowhere
I have been.
The flower stood there all alone
Single, solitary, on its throne
Not another could pass its beauty
Its flaming colors were not matched
By butterfly, bird, or any of its own.
Then its prettiness enflamed
Brought it to the streets of paved.
Then enraptured by its colors,
The people brought it to their kin,
Increasing the deadliness of their sin.
The flower stood there all alone,
And shriveled into powers unknown.
Middle Of The Road
I will make my own path in life,
or follow the one less travelled by,
for that is where the adventure lie,
for what’s down there is hard to tell,
and curiosity is my compass.
If the gods were watching.
Did I save an innocent life
Or condemn a hundred to die?
Ascending into my eyes
It took me a life to realize
All the pain I had inflicted
All my past shadows will soon be depicted
I guess there’s no easy way to say this
But my life might just be a total miss
I’m going to learn how to swallow my pain
I’m going to learn how to swallow my shame
I’m a prisoner of my own device
And for too long, I’ve been rolling the dice
It’s time I give the world a chance
And for once step down from a powerful stance
For too long I have used the human race as a toy
It’s time for once I spread the joy
Drip-drop are they raindrops singing,
drip-drop on the roof and sill,
tears of water, cruel endings,
rain falls down and I’m here…still.
Malaon man sa
paglipas ng panahon…
Marahil isa ka nang tuyot na dahon,
patuloy kang nakahalik at
nakababa sa lupa.
far away, where all is night,
stars dance the sky above.
there awaits a flower white,
as that of a dove.
and angels watch, from afar,
up in their heavenly tower.
they look upon this perfect star,
my very own white flower.
‘normal’ does not equal good
When you must walk away from here
Want to throw everything aside
Leave everyone alone
Just run from them, and hide
But you can’t really do that,
Maybe because the world is round
You can’t just walk another step
You can’t fall from the ground
Some will try to kill themselves
Others will try another way
But you know better than all of them
It’s just another normal day
have you ever had that feeling that someone’s there with you even though they’ve died?
I watched the day fade into night
The moon rose up and shown so bright
The grass whispered in the wind
As you reached to grab my hand
I will remember that cold, sweet feeling
That faded with you as I stayed kneeling