Speckles n Spectrum

Ginurit ka sa kurit

Paghilingon ang panginoron

Huna mo ambon sana

Araachan nag tatagiti na

Pahuraw huraw pag inabot na nin uran

Minsan yaon ka pa sa dalan

Miski mayo ka pang pamahaw

Nagpipirit magiskusar

Pinaghuhurop huropan

Puntos sa balintataw

Masakit manambitan

Krus na pirmi mong pasan

Agihon ta na sana sa pagrokyaw

Sabi ninda magsarig ka sana

Dae ka nya pababayaan

Siring kan mga umboy

Na mayong pagkaaram

Pero bantay sarado kan mga langitnon

Dae mo man maintindihan

Arog talaga kayan

Minsan hararom ang sakuyang agam agam

Ruripon mo man

Siguro dae mo na lang

Masakit pero minsan mas marhay ng ipasipara ta na lang

Maabot ang panahon

Magkakairintindihan ta na lang yan

Sa ngonian mantiniron mo na lang natad mo kaysa pagparatanawon sa balyo mga isipon na bako mo naman.

Mabalos miski habo mo magrabos

Tara igdi ka pag pagal ka na kan gabos

Sigurado dae ka nya papabayaan

hanggan sa huri mo nin paghangos.

Lakaw na sa dalan ta yaon na sya duman naghahalat saimong mga panambitan.

Uya na oras mo dae mo na pagtumangan satuyang kaglalang orgulyo ka poon kadto hanggang sa kahurihurihan.

Salamat igdi sa kahadean.

Mutuninong na ang kalangitan

Sana kita man halat ta ipangadyi ta yan.

Dae ka na mag andam

Sigurado dae ka nya pababayaan.

Pagkatao mong panlabas madasalin
Panloob na sing itim ng uling
Itim ng budhi ay hirap tanggalin
Ano plano mo bang lumisan sa mundong ito na tanging kontribusyon ay paninibugho?

Kaya mong pekein kahit sino pero hindi mo mababago ang reyalidad ng iyong pagkatao...
Balutin mo man sa gara ng dasal at pabango
lalabas din ang totoo...

Akala mo ay tupa ngunit masahol pa sa lagalag na astang santo pero ang kaluluwa ay nakasangla na pala sa impyerno ang galing mo mang asalto.

Sana habang nagsisimba ka ipagdasal mo din kung saan ka patungo lalo at asal mo daig pa ang kriminal ngunit sila ay nagbago... ikaw kelan plano mong buksan ang utak at puso mo?

Pagisipan mo lalo't malapit ka ng makipagtagpo sa manok ni San Pedro.
Sabagay baka matuwa ka na sa wakas baka sakali may tumuka na sa hasang mong puno ng pait dahil sa wala man lang nagpumilit kumapit nung panahong tila ikaw ay sabihin nating marikit kaso ang saklap bakit walang naakit marahil simulat sapul di ka talaga kaibig-ibig dahil sa ugali mong balot ng inggit at pagkatao mong lason sa mababait.

Yung kabataan mong sinayang mo sa mga bagay na makamundo
Ngayon ikaw ay naninibugho sa mga pangarap na sa tingin mo di mo na makakatagpo.

Mundo man ay masalimuot. Magpakatatag ka lang at huwag mapagimbot. 

Buhay ay mas gagaan pag ang puso mo ay mas piniling dumamay kesa pumatay ng mga hangarin at kaligayahan ng ibang nilalang. 

Maki-isa hindi mang-isa ng hindi ka maging paksa ng tulang ginawa para manggisa ng gaya mong mahilig mang-isa. 

Gusto mo bang maiwan na mag isa o sama ka para lahat tayo ay may pag asang magkaisa?

I am a masterpiece... undergoing renovation not a Michaelangelo nor a Picasso but kinda strange like how it is with Van Gogh. Might be a da Vinci, who knows?  Just may be as eccentric as Einstein like the square root of pi but not really as genius to an extent that I can create Phytagorean Theorems or solve Conspiracy Theories nor rival Mozart, Beethoven or yeah I don't even have a chance with Andrea Bocelli for most of the time I just let my heart out and break cycles mostly eardrums every time. On second thought let's just do some salsa to release those pent up stuff and make art out of all these craps as if we all give a fuck.

I am a work of art that is a work in progress at the same time or maybe I'm just a fool triggering muggles to speak in Slytherin's tongue exclaiming Shakespearean sonnets in complete dissonance: What, how, wherefore art thou?

Perhaps a "Vitruvian Woman?"  

Oh, my dearest Kristina, dream on.

I exist to create not hate. 

This beauty will launch sheeps to conquer the world craving for individuality. Athena and Aphrodite might think I'm their possible love child if only two goddesses can mate then I can pass as a demigod with all the gayness on earth and weirdness of a martian, a heart like Peter's who wouldn't wanna leave Neverland. 

My dreams might still be lurking inside the Bermuda Triangle wondering when to finally walkaway or show up to stop humans from all the bad bloods they are intoxicating.

I got Katniss Everdeen's bows and arrows skilled for any kind of games with Cupid's precision to make everyone fall for causes that deserve some real kinda heart not just for Valentines.

We all got this mystery that puts us into an array, might have been really overwhelming most of the time but we do love in peace.

Looking like royalties 

feasting in peasant breads 

merrymaking as if we're jesters

Healing like shamans

Visioning the coming days like fortune tellers 

living like soul warriors with infinite voyages

Dealing with life like masters of alchemists.

Bon voyage to a never ending fields of pineapples and pies covered by hopeful twisted savage minds. 

This baby girl ain't lost just kinda wandering looking for her kinda tribe.

Hungry for souls that crave for the best things in life with values that jive right through the core, logic can't even deny.

Where's the Yin to my Yang? 

Ride or die, let's start creating our happily ever after.

Dreams with no boundaries.
Limitless possibilities.
The only thing that is stopping us:
The voices in our heads questioning our capabilities.

We live to drive.
We take a rest but we ain't stopping 'til we reach the ends.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit...

Yahweh, Allah, Jehovah 

Vishnu, Buddha, Karma

names don't matter either you are a believer or not.

We have one faith that is for all mankind.

Clock is ticking
The wheel is turning
Hearts are yearning
Keep on thinking
Continue building

Start innovating

Evolve and strive then time to strike.
We fight with all our might
Cuz knights win battles
Cowards lose chances

Which one are you?
A diamond in the rough or just one of those semi-precious stones not built to last?

Queens don't need crowns to prove their reigns, it's the voice that thunders echoing in vast lands though it was just merely spelled out as a whisper. 

Now, did you hear my incantation loud and clear?

Hush 🤫 but keep grooving. 

I was three... I started weaving pieces of reality. Trying to make sense of things I know nothing about.

T'was my fifth year on earth I picked up that little charcoal wood and started making sticks out of lines and shapes that mesmerize me so much I didn't know when to stop.

10th year of being, my imagination wanted to run wilder and wilder. My colouring books and artworks no longer suffice. I need to let this whole river of words and ideologies flow thus before it explodes my ink ebb even in the silence of twilight.

Another year, another set of medium. From charcoal to crayons to craypas to oil pastels in bonds and feltpapers now, I've got acryllic and oil in canvas, crosstitch in frames and a brain that's plastered more so ever.

Everyone thought I'll never grow up. Always the kid that can never be tamed. Stubborn as hell even the devil would surrender.

I did grow up but the kid in me will always stay no matter what like a hungover it kinda makes me wanna climb a hill and jump off some falls I will never forget nor regret. The kiddo resides within my core treating everyone she meets with genuiness and every obstacle as another adventure yet to embrace. 

Life is an artwork, a masterpiece I'm weaving, writing, singing, dancing, painting, snapping, capturing, expressing and whatnot. 

Now, we live in dreams of mallows and blushes over magical creations like you and me and the world we dwell in and the paradise we are about to create. 

Miracles do exist, don't look further... it all starts deep within your heart. Let's volt in to make wonders happen. We dream then create our reality and the kid in me will continue to play so come play with me. 😜