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the fool fucks up
as expected
his apologies
all rejected

his anger
unreleased
his madness
he tries to ease

in the most important of dates
he tries to explode
in Sunstarer's
blue-green abode

He is wrong,
that is true
He is mistaken
it's nothing new

now he weeps
sadness seeps
He drowns himself
heart in a shelf

Heart-Hand

Cradling the heart in the middle of thorns
Walking in a minefield, the Young Fool mourns
Stepping on explosions, explosions at bay
Emotions exploding, exploding on delay

Patience is learned, the Young Fool said
the Young Fool knows, by patience he bled
His heart-hand bleeds, a smile on his face
His smile a sign of knowledge of her ways

The Sun shines, but not everyday
Everyday the sun, but sometimes dismay
And he knows this, for he is her lover
With a crying smile, he waits for whenever

Old Youth

I am old and young

Youth reflects brash actions

Age reflects benign

Youth speak of ideals

Age act ideals broken

The Young & Old confused

The Old can flourish in settings young

If the setting would set mature

Youthful smiles through old eyes

Happiness profound and pure

The Young will succumb to the fang of reality

And give up all ideals bright

The Young will weep in serendipitous memories

of his corrupted life

Escaping age

Escaping life

Running from reality's knife

Fuck the world

Fuck the skies

In the most hardcore sense;

He can, so he cries

the Window

The Window that provides little light
As we make love to each other
Moans of pleasure and kisses of passion
The small window agrees of our love

Our love that is so often of laughs and smiles
Hiding a battle for hard-bred warriors
We are warriors, partners, lovers-in-arms
Battles fought, battles won

The war knows the impending victor

We are victorious Sunstarer
We walk among the corpses of our foe
We make love and kiss on our opponents' death throes
Time is our opponent

The Window knows this,
we look to the Window for time
Yet the Window will not tell us
The Window knows the impending victor

Arms are our untamed energies
We are willful and young
Arms are our unconventional experiences
We are warlords

The small Window sees all this
Our love, our love
A testament of bliss

Opener

We're all forced to follow
a governing rule so shallow
kneel upon an unseen god
offer our lives and our children's blood

we are the black against white,
rebellion in pictures
you can never touch me anymore,
you can never rape my mind anymore

We are servants to a lord
born to be enslaved
Be saved but be slaved
Be free but hide from thee

we cry into the night
let the monsters fright
we continue to divide
and kneel upon redemption's light

we are given free will,
so we can choose to obey
we are given freedom,
the freedom to obey

slavery isn't salvation
arrogance is your reason
for our defiance
to your canine rules

how can you ever say we're free
we're slaved to Religiosity

Drift through the years and life seems tame

Drift through the years and life seems tame,
then a stranger appears and love is her name
You play with love, but it's not a game
There's no one else at fault, there's no one to blame

But onwards and onwards, time passes by
You never forget that heart-breaking lie,
Three simple words, if you hear, you'll die
You look back weeping, asking; why? why?

Everything fades through time
But what is to fade through
when it's been that since time
Everything goes through a poetic rhyme

Done to you, will happen to her
Pain to you, defeat to him
Don't worry, don't worry,
Stand up and don't be sorry

Let time erase your burdens away
Let fate control your every way
Lie down and succumb to predestination,
Go with the flow of your every sensation

Everything fades through time
But what is to fade through
when it's been that since time
Everything goes through a poetic rhyme

Fickle

Like a rock thrown forth
Rage soars through the skies
Of wind sailing north
It is me, the one who cries

You pull me to despair, Sunstarer
You pull me down, not any fairer
You erase my smile,
Your smirk I revile.

Our moods oft swing
Our sadness oft sing
What happens then
when the Sun and Fool clash?

Woe to the lovers

With arguments in balderdash

The Fool loves you, yes

The Fool reviles catching the stress

Thus 'tis the job of a lover

And lovers we are,
Lovers we be

As lovers we try

To avoid each other's melancholy

This is not the end

For our love so persists

Hurdle is our fickle emotion

But none affect our love devotion

Bane

Love and affection
a dire concoction
when it is spit and gargled
when love feeds hate and the self becomes untempered
let it be known-let it be remembered
attempts feeble and weak
serenity I seek
hate me not at that point
you are my bane, you I appoint

The Blue-green House

Life unnerved

and pinnacles destroyed

We traverse on the not-often walked path

Anachronists we are

Born in the wrong time

Our mere existence is a crime

In the house of blue green

We have sex and conversations

And this is simply what it seems

Sunstarer

Now you are hidden

Eclipsed by situations

that has gone out of hand

In-hand actually

But boy of many self overreacts

Years will pass by

But together we will stay

A testament of friendship and love

In this sad, sad day

Malungkot na Kalungkutan

Sa isip mo tumatakbo
ang mga alalahanin na hindi sa iyo
Hindi sa iyo kundi sa mahal mo
Mahal mo, at mahal mong totoo

Isipin at damdamin
Ang pighati ay iyong damhin
Ito ay ang katotohanan
Ng pagmamahal ng lubos

Magmahal ng lubos
Magmahal ng hindi
Magmahal ng tuwid
Magmahal ng pighati

Pambabastos - Sacrilege

The Confirmation of Youth

is the affirmation of their sheep's nest

the bastion of the dumb

is the country of the cross

revere an unseen god

in this nation of holy dross

Revel in thy storms

summoned by the homosexuals

Abuse the norms

and blame the intellectuals

Magdasal ng Ama Namin

O di kaya ng rosario

Makinig sa mga gago

Isuko ang utak mo

Umasa sa dakilang multo

Sa kaligtasan ng iyong kaluluwa

Maging hipokrito, magpanggap na naawa

Makasariling nilalalang

Pagbabalik ng Bakunawa

Ang dugong dumadaloy,

malungkot na panaghoy

nagbabalik ang nawala

nagbabalik ang Bakunawa

ang pitong buwan

nasa kanyang lalamunan

nagbabalik ang nawala

nagbabalik si Bakunawa

iyak ng san'daang mandirigma

mula sa dagat ng luha

ang dakilang halimaw

ang kanyang galit umaapaw

Humanda!

Sa gabi ng pagdurusa

sa pagbabalik ng nawala

sa pagbabalik ng Bakunawa

Ang bulan namon sang una

Guin ka-on sang bakunawa

Malo-oy ka man, i-uli

Korona sang amon hari.

Disdain

You are alone

In the mists of sadness and empathy

You are alone

Alone with your lover

your friend

Alone with feelings

you’re afraid to end

In despair

You wallow

In sarcasm

she thrives

Her words

to you

are like sharp knives

You sink deeper

into despair

not yet

beyond repair

But will the sad heart

continue

When the heart is sad and true

When your lover pushes you

And when your lover pulls you

In a game of push and pull

That you

desperately

wanted to escape

You avoid the Dionysian

Shun the beautiful grape

And thus you are there

in the thing

you hate the most

In sadness and despair

and in happiness ghost

You love

your lover

nothing can be so true

But in your sadness

you seem

oh so very blue

While she,

of failings her own

strike you with sharp tongue

your sadness

has grown

The Things We See

The things we see

When we walk free

Are things so true

And all seems so new

Of work unnoticed

Of love unbound

Of passion unrequited

And happiness found

We walk miles and miles

We see things unseen

We deserve to smile

In thought of places that we've been