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Aaargh!!! (Tagalog)

Ang bawat ako.

Patuloy na sasabayan ang araw na makakasama silang natutuwang pintahan ang pintang hindi sa kanila.

Silang hindi matuto-tutong tingnan ang sariling salamin habang buong pagod na nakatutok ang mga matang nangmamata.

Silang mga magagaling na bida-bidahang nagpapanggap bilang anak at magulang.

Umaga.

Mamumulat ang mga tulog na mga matang kanina lang ay nakatingin sa mundong perpekto.

At babangon sa tunay… Makakasama ang mga taong naghahanap ng lubos na kagalingan sa mundong hindi ganap.

Babangon sa kabihasnang patuloy na nagtatalo kung sino ang maliligtas.

…Sa kabihasnang patuloy na bumabagsak.

Magpapaagos sa lipunang nagtitinda ng kaluluwa upang makabili ng kapangyarihan.
At silang magulang na handang gumapang para makabili ng kalayaan.

Hindi magtatagal… Hihilain nilang mga mapagmasid na matang matagal ng naghahanap ng kamalian.

At gagawin kang parang baryang gasgas na kahit saan tignan ay wala ng mukhang ihaharap.

Makikita mo sila ngayon… Haharapin mo sila bukas. Kahit saan…

ng paulit-ulit… ulit.

“Ang bawat umaga ay simula.”– Ang umagang handog ng mga namumunong hindi marunong magpatuloy.

Silang mga pinuno na binubuhay ang kalayaang nabibili’t pinagbibili.
“Mabuhay!” — Mabuhay silang anak na unti-unting pinapatay ang kanilang buhay na dati nang sira.

At silang mga taong kinikitil ang pagiging magulang na hindi pa nga nagsisimula.
At kasama ang bawat akong sanay magreklamo ng hindi kumikilos.

Mamumulat at malalamang iilan lang ang nagtatanong…

At Magtatanong:

Saan ba tayo natutulog?

Sa mundong nandyan para maidlip?
O sa mundong sadyang ayaw lang gumising?

 

A Proposal Series — A Response: B “Paalam. Sorry”

 

My life that’s yours
Is out-running existence. An apology.
Willing heart surrenders to unable body.

Let them dreams come true for you,
Even my demise, a heart endures.
Love endures.

For them million eyes.
Let them eyes see.
For your dreams, For you,
And to my love is a dying waitee.

To sing the promises
Exposed by a voice that’s yours
Is life so fulfilling.
A path worthy of living,
And dying.

Don’t weep.
Let them know
How glad I am
To hold.

For I am yours.

Not long my breathing will stop.
Prayers and flowers will surround me soon.
Life expires, love endures.

For a willing heart
Surrenders to unable body,

An apology.

Love will be you. Love is you.

 

So Long.

A Proposal Series — A Response: [A]

I’ve been waiting before I even began.
I’ve been here before you even came.
Let them devils and angels explain.

Dreams.
For me too, are waiting.
And so as my feet, poised to fulfill.
The Love that marks us.
Will endure if willing.

Don’t weep.
Let them know
How glad I am
To hold.

I am yours.

My heart too.
will decide to rest it all.
Maybe we’ll find us someday.
When dreams come true.

An apology.

Goodbye. I love you.

A Proposal Series — Pramis

A gift is lied to rest.
For feet are impelling to fulfill.
Heart’s asleep but not sealed.
Remorse for soon is un-impending.

Come the time for it will
I will find me–An ending.
Please remain.. Be here..
I’ll join your winding.

A question of assurance.
Then..
It is now but not..
End it will, but soon cannot
Them will pass…
But not love.

…Not you.

Journey will continue now.
Heart being asleep.
I will find big dreams.
I’ll begin dreaming big.
Love will have its rest
Now but not permanent.

But pass as you will daughter of air.
Hold or breeze as you wish..

…Never can I hold your moving.