Tulad sa Malayang Taludturan
walang patakaran ang tunay
na pagsinta, walang sukat at
madalas wala rin itong tugma.

Walang protocol sa pag-ibig,
walang arrival at departure ceremony,
hindi rin kailangan na maglatag ng Red
Carpet o kaya ay patunogin ang mga trumpeta.

Kumbaga sa Mortal Combat
no-holds-bar ang tunay na pag-ibig;
walang-awatan, walang time out,
lahat pweding gamitin. Titigil lang
ang labanan kapag sumuko na ang isa.

Walang rules sa tunay na pag-ibig
kasi hindi tulad ng basketball na may foul
at substitution. Ang totoong nagmamahal
tinatanggap ang mabuti't masama sa kanyang
minamahal.

My poem has no rhyme
it has no measure and
it is not controlled by rhythm.
Yet, this is a real poem
since it came from my heart.
Therefore, it's the language of my soul.

My poem goes against the structure,
people say that it has a fracture.
It's not a lovely dove but a vulture,
hence it has no future.
I don't care what people say,
I'll go on my way - nobody can shake me
for I will not be swayed.

I' ll write what my heart and soul dictates,
if inevitable I'll go against the stables.
I'll always celebrate freedom of expression
in solitude and in contemplation.
My life is like a free verse it has no rules
for rules were designed to oppress the fools.

The world is being controlled by insane leaders.

Tyrants are everywhere.

Psychopaths are in power.

Maniacs are running the globe.



Benjamin Netanyahu is seducing America

to join Israel in attacking Iran.

Donald Trump is planning to ***** a wall

that would prevent Mexicans from pouring into the border.

Kim Jung Un is playing with his nuclear missiles.

They are all insane.



History is being manipulated by crazy radicals.

ISIS are murdering innocent people,

They are destroying civilization,

****** women,

and beheading people.

These are all madness.

What is there inside my heart?

Open it and you will see anthology of broken dreams.

Compendium of empty promises and heart aches.

Compilation of fears and humiliations, in short all that is painful.



What is there inside my heart?

Good things that I have dreamed in the past.

Go deeper and you will see my desire for knowledge, wisdom and illumination

- The hallmark of humanities.



What is there inside my heart?

In its darkest corner are my anxieties and worries.

My self-doubt and hesitancy is hiding.

My sorrow is lurking.



What is there inside my heart?

In the center you will see hope, courage and perseverance in the midst of opposition.

Open my heart and you will see a battle tested person.

What is there inside my heart?

Above all there is love and passion for life.

When I was a kid I used to skid, though I look like a toad I always stood.

I walked alone in the street every day, treading the same way.

Walking alone is fun especially when you are moving like a nun.

I don't need to rush because it will only smash the fun of strolling.



I was constantly thinking of the tomorrow that will come.

I'm asking myself whether it's going to be stormy or calm.

But whatever it is I know that it will come.

This is how I walked alone while my heart is filled with fun.



When I grew up I still walked alone but now it is not for fun.

For I was always in a hurry and couldn't be merry,

I need to catch my appointments in time. Study and work forced me to rush.

This is now how I walked alone.



Like the sold vintage item the time will come that I'll get old.

Can I still walk alone when that time arrives? Well, I cannot tell. In fact nobody can foretell.

Walking is fun especially when you do it alone.

When I get old I want to reminisce the past while walking alone.

Because I know that this is fun.

The morning breeze is freezing and I'm sneezing.

Feeling hazy makes me lazy, my head is so dizzy.

I pretend to be bold, but couldn't stand the cold.

I don't think I can mold the load since there's no goad.



I feel like a stick when I am sick.

You can't tickle the sickle, so to speak.

I want to sleep and make it deep.

I need to rest today because it will make me sorrow

If tomorrow I don't get back to work.

Because we are part of the human race,
humans express their thoughts, feelings
and all kinds of sentiments.

We don't write because we want
to show our intellectual capacity
we write because we need to say something.

Because out of nothing we believe
that we can create something,
something that is meaningful.

We don't write because it's cute,
we write because we don't want to be mute.

We write because we wan't to communicate,
we believe that by doing so somehow we
can change the fate.