Sa ilalim ng mga tala,
Naka dungaw sa bintana,
Hawak ang mainit na kape,
Habang pikit ang iyong mga mata sa aking tabi.
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
#4 Realidad
Sapagka't ito ang realidad,
Hindi lahat ng pangarap ay natutupad,
Kaligayahan ko'y hahayaang lumipad,
Pagka't mas mahalaga ang iyong seguridad.
Hindi lahat ng pangarap ay natutupad,
Kaligayahan ko'y hahayaang lumipad,
Pagka't mas mahalaga ang iyong seguridad.
Monday, November 13, 2017
#3 Himig sa Dilim
Saan ka nga ba tutungo?
Hiwaga ng agos mo,
Bawat hirap, bawat sakripisyo,
Mas mahalaga ka kaysa pangarap ko.
Hiwaga ng agos mo,
Bawat hirap, bawat sakripisyo,
Mas mahalaga ka kaysa pangarap ko.
Sunday, November 12, 2017
#2 Munting Perpekto
Sa mundo mong magulo at masikip,
Munting panahon nakadungaw sa bintana at nag-iisip,
Habang kumakain ng tsokolate at nagmamasid,
Tulog ang mga tao at mga tala'y nakasilip.
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Munting panahon nakadungaw sa bintana at nag-iisip,
Habang kumakain ng tsokolate at nagmamasid,
Tulog ang mga tao at mga tala'y nakasilip.
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Saturday, November 11, 2017
#1 Sa Dulo ng mga Daliri
Kaibigan kong gitara, papel, lapis, at bintana,
Matang nakatanaw sa himig na pilit ginagawa,
Kelan nga ba dapat ihinto ang pangarap na tila walang pupuntahan,
Ngunit musika ang siyang tanging laman ng puso at isipan.
Ikaw, ikaw na sumasalamin sa bawat awit na nililikha,
Ikaw ang siyang pangalan sa bawat karakter na ginagawa,
Ang siyang tema sa likod ng bawat tula,
Ang tunog sa dulo ng mga daliri tuwing nag gigitara.
Sa bawat kape, alak, at usok ng sigarilyo,
Sa bawat hiwaga ng gabi at pag-asa na dulot ng umaga,
Alab ng pusong di paaawat at di sumusuko,
Masilayan muli ganda ng mukha mo.
Matang nakatanaw sa himig na pilit ginagawa,
Kelan nga ba dapat ihinto ang pangarap na tila walang pupuntahan,
Ngunit musika ang siyang tanging laman ng puso at isipan.
Ikaw, ikaw na sumasalamin sa bawat awit na nililikha,
Ikaw ang siyang pangalan sa bawat karakter na ginagawa,
Ang siyang tema sa likod ng bawat tula,
Ang tunog sa dulo ng mga daliri tuwing nag gigitara.
Sa bawat kape, alak, at usok ng sigarilyo,
Sa bawat hiwaga ng gabi at pag-asa na dulot ng umaga,
Alab ng pusong di paaawat at di sumusuko,
Masilayan muli ganda ng mukha mo.
Monday, September 25, 2017
Double Three
For the perfects need no improvements anymore.
But woe to those who have no room for a change.
For what is worse than having one step forward and two steps back is the one who is stagnant.
So I rather have the flaws of imperfection.
I'm not jealous of their perfect lives.
I'd rather see the scars of every battles we've shared.
And in the midst of a still dark night,
I'd rather have you by my side than seeing the daylight without you.
For I know this is just for a moment.
The once we thought we can never make through are just a distant memory now.
And look at me, I made it out alive.
Still breathing, still smiling.
And I just laugh now when I remember the saddest days.
I still cry when I look back at the sweetest times.
I am happier each and every day.
For I am moving forward and I'm not stuck.
But woe to those who have no room for a change.
For what is worse than having one step forward and two steps back is the one who is stagnant.
So I rather have the flaws of imperfection.
I'm not jealous of their perfect lives.
I'd rather see the scars of every battles we've shared.
And in the midst of a still dark night,
I'd rather have you by my side than seeing the daylight without you.
For I know this is just for a moment.
The once we thought we can never make through are just a distant memory now.
And look at me, I made it out alive.
Still breathing, still smiling.
And I just laugh now when I remember the saddest days.
I still cry when I look back at the sweetest times.
I am happier each and every day.
For I am moving forward and I'm not stuck.
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
FreEDom
There is freedom in not knowing what lies ahead.
The freedom from fear.
The freedom in believing that the best is yet to come.
The freedom to hope that you're not chasing a broken dream.
The freedom to have faith in what you are doing in the present...
And if it all goes wrong...
The freedom to have something to fall back on and do it all again.
Yes, the freedom in not knowing what lies ahead.
The freedom from fear.
The freedom in believing that the best is yet to come.
The freedom to hope that you're not chasing a broken dream.
The freedom to have faith in what you are doing in the present...
And if it all goes wrong...
The freedom to have something to fall back on and do it all again.
Yes, the freedom in not knowing what lies ahead.
Monday, September 11, 2017
Artificial Light
I maybe down but I'm not weak.
Block out the sun...
But I'm still gonna shine...
I'll turn on my artificial light.
And what is more fragile than a human heart?...
Oh... Its a man's ego.
Block out the sun...
But I'm still gonna shine...
I'll turn on my artificial light.
And what is more fragile than a human heart?...
Oh... Its a man's ego.
Thursday, September 07, 2017
The Rise And Fall of The Songwriter
In music, the singer is just the body that gives the song a physical appearance. The lyrics is the heart because it gives the meaning and the message, and the songwriter is the soul for he becomes the beginning of a song. And the rhythm is actually the vanity that links the 3 of them.
And you are the lyrics in my music.
That boy in my favorite song.
The name in every titles.
The potion I'm drunk in.
The ocean I'm drowned in.
The one that got away...
The one who came back...
The second chance...
The second first...
The second look...
You're the one who can get me high... So high, like a drug in my veins.
You always do...
So when I'm up there, I can't help but fall... For there's no way to go but to fall down.
I kept on falling for you.
While you keep on catching me over and over and put me on top again..
Then I fall again for you.
I guess, love has its own way of taking you up so that you can fall in love again.
The cycle of my attachment to you.
Like you are the only fragments in my mind.
And you are the lyrics in my music.
That boy in my favorite song.
The name in every titles.
The potion I'm drunk in.
The ocean I'm drowned in.
The one that got away...
The one who came back...
The second chance...
The second first...
The second look...
You're the one who can get me high... So high, like a drug in my veins.
You always do...
So when I'm up there, I can't help but fall... For there's no way to go but to fall down.
I kept on falling for you.
While you keep on catching me over and over and put me on top again..
Then I fall again for you.
I guess, love has its own way of taking you up so that you can fall in love again.
The cycle of my attachment to you.
Like you are the only fragments in my mind.
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