huminto ako para mag-isip
malaya nga kayang matatawag ang buhay ko?
kung sa tuwiran kong pagpapahayag nagiging pipi ang ilan
kung sa pagsilay ng ngiti sa aking mga labi
dulot nama'y pighati
kung sa paggawa ng kabutihan
nakikita ng iba'y kasamaan
kung sa pagsuot ng disenteng saplot
kalaswaa'y pilit sinisilip
kung sa taimtim na pagdarasal
pilit na ginugulo ng kadiliman
kung ang kapiranggot na kaginhawaan
nakikita'y karangyaan
kalayaan.. ano nga ba ang tunay mong
kulay at kahulugan?
]]>when there is love, there is pain
but when love is gone, the pain remain
the ironies of love i cannot imagine
this might be real since i can feel
though i longed to be alone
inner peace is quite unattainable
but why am i still unfree?
where is liberty and where is love?
why i am still stuck in pain?
why do it hurts still?
when everything seems so real...
]]>AND WHEN SMILE IS FAKED
WHEN VOICES ARE INDECIPHERABLE
AND HAPPINESS IS DEFEATED BY PAIN
LET IT GO THOUGH IT DEEPLY HURTS
WHEN TRUTH IS IGNORED AND LIES ARE EMBRACED
WHEN PROMISES ARE FORGOTTEN
AND LOVE IS LOST
LET GO THOUGH IT DEEPLY HURTS
WHEN CARESS ARE NOT RECIPROCATED
AND PRESENCE NOT WELCOME
WHEN TEARS KEEP COMING
AND SMILES ARE SELDOM SEEN
LET HIM GO...
WHEN TRUST IS BETRAYED AND SELFISHNESS ARISES
WHEN THOUGHTS ARE WORTHLESS
AND PASSION FADES LET HIM GO...
FREE YOURSELF FROM THE BONDAGE OF PAIN
AND GRADUALLY BID THE PAST
OPEN YOUR SOUL TO NEW BEGINNINGS
AND TEACH YOUR HEART TO BEAT AGAIN
(para sa iyo bhe! i love you...)
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Come Tuesday,
how I wonder
if you ever think of me;
By Wednesday,
you are in my thoughts
while doing errands little,
And Thursday,
I often think of you
while munching peanut brittle.
On Friday,
I think of you
before I get too busy,
And Saturday,
all this thinking of you
starts to make me dizzy!
On Sunday,
keeping you in mind
seems the best thing I can do...