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Saturday, November 29, 2008

     The Rainy Season


When it rains in Baliwag

it comes down in sudden

sheets, clearing the air of

dust and sending people

laughing to the awnings

and doorways with

newspapers over their heads.


Although in the rainy season

these downpours happen everyday,

it never fails to catch the people

by total and hilarious surprise.


They gather in groups and share

a newly formed comradery

as the sheets of rain pour down.


And just as soon as it starts, it ends,

leaving the streets muddy

and the gutters flowing swiftly.


There’s a new smell in the air,

a smell of freshness and a smell

of smiles and laughter.


This is when the children of

Baliwag jump into wonderful

mud puddles and race discarded

cigarette butts down the swift

flowing gutters.


But these rivers are as short-lived

as they are magical,

and soon the wetness soaks

its way into the rich Pinoy soil,

and the air heats up and the awnings

are opened and the streets belong

to the adults once again.


Tuesday, November 18, 2008

      Attachment

If you refuse
to attach yourself
to anything,

whether it be
"good" or "bad",

then,

where's the drama?

And

that's just it, isn't it?

But you're still left
with the question

 is that "good" or

 or "bad"?

And that's just it,

isn't it?


Wednesday, October 08, 2008

    Autumn

Is in the new
cool breeze
on the back
of my neck

coming through
the window
that has been
left open
since spring.




Saturday, September 20, 2008

       The Revolution

I once sat alone
at the library
and read the
Communist Manifesto
until they closed.

They politely
expelled me
out into
the night
filled with visions
of action
and change.

And I felt so
powerful
and so alive
as I walked
out into
the night.

So I put my
hands in my
pockets
and strolled
through
the streets
but was at
a lose
as to where
I should go
from there.


Tuesday, September 16, 2008

    Tall Ships Go

I hear your voice
and it keeps me
from sleeping,
why must it always
be dreams
when you voice
comes to me?




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