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janine wrote:THAT IS SO AMAZING BRO~~ go and spread the Gospel thru ur poems!! hugs.

[font=Arial]Thanks, Janine. I appreciate the encouragement. God bless you too![/font]

[font=Arial Black]I Was Born With Two Faces[/font]

[font=Arial]I am a man born with two faces
One looks at prospects yet to be created
The other remembers history that has been crafted
Wishes and promises of a brilliant tomorrow
Yesterdays that celebrated joy and conquered sorrows

I was born with two faces

Gazing at the world with two eyes
Weaving dreams, sewing beautiful quilts of lives
Creation dances before me, billowing and unfolding
Threading locks of birthing and loving and parting and dying

When I was born I had two faces
And I greeted the world with a cry from two tongues

With an ecstatic voice, I speak the psalm of Sibyl
To drown out the noise and quiet the unknown’s perils
With it, I sing a hymn borrowed from Echo
To remind me how He has been faithful countless times before

I am a man born with two faces
With two sets of eyes looking at the moon and sun
Speaking and singing hymns of hope with two tongues

With two faces I gaze at memory and destiny
I remember what has been and what waits ahead of me
I drink in passion and courage; I hold it close to my heart
As I brave through another existence that is yet to start
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[align=center]MASKARA

Nadadamitan ng magagarbong kasuotan,
Naroon sa pedestal, punung-puno ng dangal.
Bango’y humahalimuyak at umaapaw sa kagandahan,
Walang bahid na karumihan, punung-puno ng pagmamahal.

Masaganang buhay, iba’t-iba ang kulay,
‘lang maipipintas, tila tupang walang muang.
Sadyang tinitingala, bidang-bida sa madla,
‘di maikakailang buhay ay kumpleto na.

Ngunit paano kung ang lahat ng ito ay kabulaanan?
Akala mo’y tama. Ngunit ang lahat ay pawang kamalian.
Wala sa’yong hinagap na ang lahat ng ito’y palabas lang,
Buong tiwala’y binigay, dalamhati ang nakaabang.

Buhay nga niya ay kumpleto, ngunit sa’yo naman ang nagkulang.
Ang tupang nakaladlad, ay isa palang lobong mapanlinlang.
Sadyang mahirap mabuhay sa mundo ng kabalintunaan,
Ang tama’y winawaglit, ang mali’y pinipilit. [/align]

haha buti dugo lng ilong mo alvin eh ako nga nalunod na sa lalim ng tagalog. bubu ako sa tagalog eh hahahaha

i dunno.. i just want to post this.. part lang ng poem na ginawa ko..

this is the first wave of hate
i'm sending you
the first wave of hate
that will hurt you..

i have so much hate kasi.. hehe.. joke lang.. ^^

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Blackheart wrote:[font=Arial]Hmn... "muang", "kabulaanan", "KABALINTUNAAN"?!


Grabe, dumugo ang ilong ko sa lalim ng tagalog mo Rheezma!
Hindi maarok ng aking sapantaha ang iyong tinuturan. heheheh


Pero ASTIG ang poem mo! Hmmn, mukhang malalim rin ang pinaghugutan mo nito, ah. Astig talaga, keep writing sis! [/font]

ganoon po ba?
ako'y pagpasensyahan niyo na...sapagkat minsan lang din ako gumawa ng mga sulating tagalog..kaya aking nilubos-lubos na...



at ang tulang iyan ay tlgang may malalim na pinaghugutan...

nagets niyo po ba ang pinatutukuyan ko ng tulang yun?

(nosebleed)

la po bang emoticon para sa nosebleeding...?

sa ngayon, wala tayong likhang emosyong larawan para sa "nosebleed".. antabayanan lang sa mga susunod na araw..

muli hinihikayat ko ang bawat isa na sumulat ng tula sa wikang ingles man o tagalog.. ^^

















pambihira.. sabi ko na ayaw ko ng malalim na tagalog eh.. nyahaha.. baka mapalaban ako..

pambihira nga, ang lalalim.
sige, ako rin. hindi ako magaling dito eh at panay simple at derecho kasi ako magsulat.
sana makarelate tayong lahat. kelan ko ba 'to ginawa? di ko na maalala matagal na eh.


The Unbecoming of a Backgrounder

The ground in the rear
Behind, in the distance--
There you are.

Sits, listens, leaves.
Harbors among the throng of people.
There is satisfaction in mediocrity.

A Sunday folk
Owning the rest of the time
In one's own agendas.

Complacency becomes a sad virtue.
The cloak of content enshrouds the spirit.
Neglect for responsibility, overlooking the Commission.

Choices. We have many.
So does He, but He chose your redemption.
Did you forget?

THEN YOU DECIDE.

To not just sit, but be in the front crowd.
To not just listen--but grasp, employ, seek for more.
To not ever leave, but tarry under the presence.

Twenty-four seven
Is God's time
Every second beats for the Master.

Excellence becomes your measure
Tearing the walls of comfort zones
Carrying the burden, standing in line of duty.

The foreground,
In FRONT--
There you choose to be.

The unbecoming of a backgrounder,
The becoming of a frontliner.


Tapos may background music, Frontline ng Pillar.

[font=Georgia]Sometimes all it takes is to stay and listen...[/font]

One Hollow Afternoon

A hollow woman sits on a hollow chair
Infront of a hollow table on a hollow diner
She sips coffee from a hollow cup
A hollow relief for a heart that is
Cold, weary, and quite hollow

A hollow bell rings as a hollow door opens
He sinks on a hollow chair infront of a hollow table
He gives the woman a quick hollow smile
As he hangs his head high with an expression that is
Guarded, confident, and quite hollow

The hollow woman begins to speak
Pours out her weary heart
Flood gate crashing, giving was to a rush
Of longings, failings, and sufferings
Pouring waves of hollow sorrow

He cuts her with a hollow grunt
Hands dive in a hollow pocket for a watch
Swift monologue, empty advice, and a quick exit
Empty consolation fall flat on a heart
Colder, wearier, and even more hollow

A stale coffee sits on a hollow table
Infront of a woman – cold, weary, and quite hollow
On that hollow afternoon in a hollow diner
A heart grows cold and begins to crumble
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