Sa ilog ng ginto na walang daloy,
Saan lumangoy ang pondong abuloy?
Limang daang bilyon — alingasngas lang,
Binaha ang bayan, ngunit tuyong bulsa ang rang.

Sa papel may plano, sa bibig ay dasal,
Ngunit sa kalsada baha'y paulit-ulit ang asal.
Mga track ng salapi, tinakpan ng putik,
At ang pangakong lunas, sa ulap humimlay, tahimik.

Sino ang nagbuhos sa 'di kilalang bangko?
Sa silong ng proyekto, may aninong palalo.
Tubig ang problema, pero bulsa ang sinapian,
Lumangoy ang kuwarta — hindi sa kanal kundi sa kaban.

Saan nyo dinala, mga tagapangako?
Sa sako ba ng buhangin o sa Swiss na banco?
Ulan ang bumaha, pero kayo ang bagyo,
Limang daang bilyon, kailan pa ang hustisyo?

Sa bubong ng gabi, humulagpos ang ulan,
Parang lihim **** ‘di ko maintindihan.
Bawat patak, isang alaala **** buo,
Lumalampas sa basang baso ng puso.

May yelong humihinga sa aking baso,
Pero ikaw ang lamig na ‘di maglalaho.
Ang ulap nagbubuga ng tagay ng langit,
Ngunit ikaw ang tama na ‘di ko ma-ipit.

Kalsadang basang nilakaran ng tanong,
Puno ng kalansay ng ‘yong mga layong.
Umihip ang hangin, nilunod ang ilaw,
Pero ikaw pa rin ang lasong umaalab sa salawal.

Malakas ang ulan, kumakanta sa bintana,
Pero ikaw ang bagyong may sariling tunog at drama.
Hindi alak ang dahilan ng hilo kong ito —
Ikaw 'yon. Sa'yo ako lasing. At buo.

In silence carved upon the stave,
Where time forgets what it once gave,
There dwells a mark, both small and vast—
The fermata’s eye that sees the past.

It hangs like dusk on dying breath,
Suspending sound, inviting death,
Yet in that pause, a flame is lit,
A moment stretched where phantoms sit.

Beneath its arc, the notes grow still,
Their echoes loop through shadowed will,
A hollow crown, a gate, a veil—
A timeless hum, a ghostly trail.

It marks no end, yet halts the stream,
Distorting pulse as in a dream.
A breath held long in quiet dread,
A watcher where the music bled.

Some say it’s where the soul delays,
To glimpse the void through crooked phrase,
A frozen beat, a bleeding seam,
A whisper trapped in time’s dark scheme.

So heed the glyph, beware its sway—
Not all who pause will find their way.
For in the still, the eye may see
The part of you not meant to be.

🅰 🆂🆈🅼🅱🅾🅻 🆃🅷🅰🆃 🅱🅴🅽🅳🆂 🆃🅸🅼🅴’🆂 🅳🅴🅲🆁🅴🅴,
🆃🅷🅴 🅵🅴🆁🅼🅰🆃🅰 🅳🅴🅵🅸🅴🆂 🅼🅴🅻🅾🅳🆈.
🅸🆃 🅻🅸🅽🅶🅴🆁🆂, 🆃🅷🅴🅽 🅻🅴🅰🅿🆂—
🅸🅽 🆂🅸🅻🅴🅽🅲🅴, 🅸🆃 🆂🅿🅴🅰🅺🆂,
🅰 🅿🅰🆄🆂🅴 🅸🅽 🆃🅷🅴 🆂🅾🅽🅶’🆂 🅿🆁🅾🅿🅷🅴🅲🆈.

A serpent whispers through the veils,
In dreams that drift on shadowed sails,
It coils around each silent thought,
With truths undone and lies it brought.

Its voice is sweet, a silver chime,
It ticks like rust inside of time,
It paints the skies in twilight hue,
And turns the red of rose to blue.

A mirror cracked by unseen hands,
Reflections dance on shifting sands,
I drink the doubt it brews in sleep,
A chalice carved in secrets deep.

Each smile I wear is stitched with thread,
From phantom words the serpent said,
It feeds on fears I try to hide—
This poison blooming deep inside.

Oh mind, thy halls once held the light,
Now echoes haunt the edge of night,
Yet still I walk, though torn, confined—
A prisoner of my own design.

🅘n shadowed halls where prophets weep,
🅢erpents trade peace for secrets they keep.
🅡uins remember what men forget—
🅐 promise drowned in a soldier’s debt.
🅔arth drinks deep from the blood of pride,
🅛egions march though gods have died.

🅘 ron wings carve silence in flame,
🅡 ivers of ash bear no name.
🅐ngels flee from holy lands torn,
🅝ations rise where oaths are sworn.