IPSISSIMA VERBA(The Very Words)

I dedicate this poem to my family.To the BASILAN and CHORAWAN clan.I would never be here if you weren't there to make life better.Thanks for the laughter after the tears,the smiles after the pain,the love beyond hate,and the patience and love you've shown when I was unlovable.

"Ipsissima Verba"

When I look back on life
I see the dull realities
Of hopes and dreams,
Of failures and fears.
But through the harshness
I see one troop:
That of my mother's
And that of my dad's group.
I,always a part of their guild,
I,always a part of the guffaw,
They,who serve as my shield,
They,ne'er replace mere pelf.
We refine each other
True,like fine gold.
Me a person of the clandestine,
Me,faking I'm bold.
Through my infinite distress,
Through my plausible prestige,
I see the furnished truth,
That "us" any solicitude can't besiege.

"I Am"

a dedication to a listener,shot-mate,great gay friend who has unforgettable memories with me,EFREN CASUGA...

"I Am"

A friend,
Who truly listens-
On me you can depend.

A sister,
Who rages against them,
Them who make you bitter.

A son,
Who gives it all,
Who could for you all day run.

A person,
Who,yes,fails sometimes
And rises when the fury is on.

And I am,
Epang the Great
Who fights with all the glam.

a ballad

it's my first time to make one so please bear with it...

"The Falsity of a Family's Fidelity"

They were a number of three:
A father,a mother,a son.
'Twas a pleasant group
When the third's life begun.

Out in the streets
They would stroll all day,
Out in the night
They'd lie beside the bay.

Then the boy turned five.
The gathering was full of glee.
In one blow of the candles
He's reached the age of accountability.

Off to school he goes
And sees the world outside.
He looks but doesn't see
The comely world's evil side.

When he goes home each day
Peace and love he feels-
Not a word there is to prove,
Everything there is to kill the ills.

One night as he goes to sleep
There comes a moaning;
His ears are glued to the wall,
His heart falls to a quick beating.

The moans and cries went on.
Day by day it rang
On the lad's innocent mind
Like one hitting a can.

He wakes up one day
To find out she's bade farewell.
He says,"she's off on a voyage",
Her return no one could tell.

Time ran like lightning;
The boy evolved to manhood.
Still no sign of the mother
When on his father's grave he stood.

On black he goes back home,
Sees a box under the latter's bed.
There he finds skull and bones.
Tears fell for his mother-tears unshed.

words of encouragement

my teacher stated something today that really shook me...

"The greatest test of courage on earth is to bear defeat without losing heart."
-R.G. Ingersoll

Feb. 17; A Loss

Unwanted events are to come.
Someone would dare
To take the belongings of some.
The day closes with a frown.
To revenge is a snare-
Who to take down?
What now? It's gone!
To complain is a "no"...
After all, it's done.

Deluded

A conpiracy they said had begun.
In the twighlight
Tramping feet are heard.
Spears and lighted torches
Are apparent in the moon so white.
In the castle's garden
The enemy will indict
A rather innocent mind.
In one blow of the horn,
Arrows fly into the night.
Betrayal, deception, disgrace
Escape into the waking morn;
One shouts "Mio Cid!",
And it ends the chase.

Behind the Smiles of Hypocrisy

Another day it was for me
When their talks began.
So then I listened,
My ears I opened.
Their smiles of the unreal
Pierce through my bones;
Their words of praise
Hit me like stones.
Let me, my thoughts express;
Let me, I say, speak out,
Of my feelings so deep,
Of my fears and that of doubt.
But one cannot retaliate
One cannot fight back.
When the smiles and pats began to fade,
I saw, 'twas fidelity that lacked.

Of Senses and Thoughts

a dedication to a great artist,great friend,great gay,JETLEY IBEA...

"Of Senses and Thoughts"

Anytime it comes,
A simple call from the subconscious,
A light pat on the edge of the mind.
A high calling from your senses
Would grasp the moment of truth.
And with a brush of pen and ink,
A masterpiece is produced.

once a dreamer

i never thought i'd win. well, it was the thrill of a lifetime when they called out my name! i felt everything(i mean all my doubts and fears) drown into a heap of coal when i stepped up on stage. it was one of those moments i will never forget. i went home that night feeling hopeful of a new era in my life where i could express myself freely. but later that night after my sister took pictures of me holding my plaque of recognition, i suddenly felt empty... questions of what and why roamed my mind... i began to ask myself, "is that all you've got?", and "is this how far you can go?". that's when i made up my mind that i will aim for the best no matter what-not for the applause, not for the glory, not for the respect i'd get, not for honor, not for the trophy, not for the hugs and pats on the back, not for words of congratulations, not for the expectations of many, not for the win, but for the satisfaction of having been a part of the word "success" even through the thing called literature.

literary awards night

hi.i didn't win in the poetry writing competitions but i won 1st place in essay writing. i will post my winning piece soon. hope you'll like it.