Stars

I always watch the stars
for they seem to be enjoying
the little time their lives have
I can see them smiling
as they dance above my eyes
(I can only jump so high)

Tanaga

Embraced by the hot coffee
Barking dogs tranquility
The highest moon watching me
It's tomorrow already?

Tanaga

Init-kape ang yakap
Kahol-aso ang dila
Ilaw-buwan ang kislap
Ngayon na pala bukas

99 miniscule bugs in my code

99 miniscule bugs in my code
99 miniscule bugs
I fix one down,
compile with a frown
102 miniscule bugs in my code
(ad infinitum)





(Note: This is an edit from the Wikipedia version [see: "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/99_Bottles_of_Beer"], just to make it rhyme and give it a rhythm.)

The Promise

wisdom, the man embraced
as mars and jupiter raced
across the ocean of lights

wrinkles, on his face traced
sitting on a bench, feeding
white doves, he watches them peck
on little crumbs he placed on the floor

a dove sits on his lap
looking for more, i guess
he smiles, brushing the doves head

he remembers four words
said to him, never keeping them
out of his thoughts

looking forward, the man squints
to make out the shape
walking towards him

slowly he stands
slowly his smile widens
slowly his eyes open

what is a smile?

A smile is a field of sunflowers
dancing beneath the morning skies.
A smile is a tainted wall of sin
that borders truths from spiteful lies.
A smile is a warm, thoughtful embrace
when the world's frozen all over
A smile is a traitor's bladed knife
that stabs you while under cover.

melancholic rainy days

The heavens sob as I
peer outside from my window.
The sound of teardrops falling
sounds like a beat from a beaten up drum.
For whom does the heavens cry? I wonder,
as I gaze upon the rivers
of our neighbors' rooftop.
I wish I could be there
to comfort the sky, and bring back
the smiling morning star.

1:11 AM

As I peer outside my bedroom window,
I feel the evening's breath embracing my face.
The absence of crickets fills the breeze with
whispers; knells of the unheard cries of the land.
As I take a sip inside my coffee cup,
I feel the caffeine's breath embracing my face.
The absence of sugar fills my blood with
needles; knells of the unheard cries of my body.

sunday afternoon

my electric fan is an orchestra
and my room is an opera house
the midday sun is the lighting
and the warm breeze sets the mood
their performance leaves me unable
to speak in a lively tone
for i am amazed at the perfect blend
of sounds, lights, and touch
that can lull even the most caffeinated man
without ever doing so much