Speckles n Spectrum

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"Learning from the Past, Hopes for the Future, and a Life's Journey of making the most of what's at hand."

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Showing posts with label WordPlay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WordPlay. Show all posts

Ages had passed
Potions had been perfected
Technology had emerged
Tis the 21st century
And I am left in the ancient past
Where I believe in fairies
Princesses with their knights
I don't have a single drop of royal blood though I am waiting for my knight.

I have dragons to slay
witches to cast spells
demons to conquer.

I do have abyss to swim
skies to fly
fruits to reap
But I don't have my knight.

Someone who'll risk seeing what is within
Someone who'll embrace my baby fats
Someone who'll caress my hair with all its tangles and frizzy ends
Someone who'll look at me in the eye and will accept everything I am and beyond.

Then one night as I woke up from a dream
I've found my knight.
In a place where I least expected it.
Standing right in front of me,
In a place I have refused to look.
Staring back at me in front of the mirror,
The one person I've failed to appreciate...

I heard on the news
There’s a typhoon under my brows
It’s a different storm
Because I can select its form.
Would it be a signal # 1?
Silent yet flowing looks just a dry run
What if signal # 2?
A sniff and a flickering show.
Or signal # 3?
Heavy drops pouring, shoulders disturbed by thunder.
Then the ultimate signal # anything it goes…
It has a lot to do with the flood and the woes.
I have to prepare whichever I prefer
Should I tie my neck to keep it in the lair?
Or should I held my hand with a rope
To prevent me from showing in the slope?
Maybe, I have to nail my feet to where there’s a fleet
Like it can save me from all the defeat.
There’s one thing left, a folded handkerchief
Wrap it around my head and feel its velvety leaf
It soothes me best to pour out the emptiness
The storm had come and it never made me less
There’s no harm done, I just let it all passably
Washing the deepest places that forgot to be lively.
Crybaby, cry
But only for awhile
You have to do this just for once
Clear the river that flows inside your lines
Drop all the mud to the sea
That is where it should be
Forget the clouds that dawn on you
The thunder that mocks your view
Release the misty water
Unclog the depths of your nadir.
Crybaby, cry
There’s no harm if you try
Every grown up man had passed this line
Cry out loud, it will not make you less of a man.
Do it now if you feel like doing it today
There’s no reason to fake it like a play.
Tomorrow, the storm will stop
The sun will laugh
You’re still here feeling relieve
Thanking the weather even if you didn’t believe
There’s no trace of evidence in your defeat
But you know better because you can relate.
Come on, crybaby, cry
It will not make you less if you try.


photo: Google Images

naghihiling ka na naman
                         nakiki usi 
               nakikibasa
        kan bareta kan buhay
kan buhay nin may buhay.
           herak man.
naghahanap
               baka sakaling may sablay
    may sala
         ispileng arog ka ni
uni pag gamit grammatical 
                           o salang kaisipan  
ang bulan mas dakula sa saldang
           ibig sabihon palan 
     month is longer than a day…
herak man.
                    palpak
          sana pirmi
   kadakol ako ka iyan hade?
tama ka man
              aram ta man…
     napapagal 
             ka nang mag intindi
                                herak man.
purbaran
         ta man na ika naman
   ano daw 
         kung ika naman?
       magsurat 
ka naman
           ano man daw
   ang saimong mga namamatean?
                                        dae man kaya 
           mas dakol ka pang 
                                  naaaraman?
mabasa 
        ako naman
              ang makikibasa
pabasa 
      kan saimong mga mata?
paheling man 
           mayong saradirihan
aramon ta man 
    kun anuman ang padudumanan
nakakapangirit
             nakakapangitngit
o makakapagabat man 
                    ning daghan…
                        purbaran 
                   mo man 
                                     ano man daw
         kun ika naman 
                       ang babasahan 
                                         aram mo naman 
ang kasunod kaiyan
    ano kaya
             ang mamamatean?
                                 ugwa ka kayang 
                                                 marereyalizar
        miski kadikit lang
                                                   may maintindihan
                   kung tano ta arog kaiyan
             baka sakaling         
                                                                           
                                     arog ko
                   maherak ka man!


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ang labot baw…
tano igdi sa dagang hababaw
mayong ibang nahihiling kundi ang labaw
binabangut-bangutan, iniibahan pa nin sabaw.
laki
bayi
magpakalalaki
magpakababae
mayo kang padumanan
gabos nalalabutan.
sara-saraon
bara-basbasan
tama-tamaon
pagparapandayan
dae ka na magpagal
ta pareho man lang ang kaluluwasan
laki
bayi
magpakalalaki
magpakababae
dae ko aram, penoy man balot
pero maorag talaga kitang maghanap nin labot.


(photo credit)


My hometown is a place called neverland
There I’ve met someone called Peter Pan
Have you seen his Tinkerbelle?
Oh, how lovely she is with her little wings.
Beauty at its best;
The forest, the fairies and all the rest.
Everything is a tune of hope
Everyone is a magical loop.
I am different in some sort of way
But they embraced me like I’m special anyway.
We hide and fly to the highest sky
Without anything to bother our playful minds.
Dreams are all it is for the ones who halt the phase
Grown ups they all become with a weary face
Wendy left the place to meet with someone else
Hook forgot it was a game and he’s just there to tease.    
Today, I am in a bridge
A string that draws me in the middle of a stage
Midgard and Neverland
I’m here in my own land.
Time has come I have to choose just one
I hate to go and hear it is done
Like there’s never a land
Such as Neverland.




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