Apollo 13

Gliding through the highway in the sky,

on the verge of collapse, yet I flew with all might.

Strings of light shine on my wake

as flames engulfed my weathered state.

Screams of torment shatter my ear

while flames scorch the beings near.

And as I glide through the highway in the sky,

on the verge of collapse, I dreamed of a new life.

Aroma of Despair

papel, gunting, bato.
ano ang pipiliin mo?
papel, gunting, bato.
apat na beses na akong talo.

isang talo na lang at tapos na.
may magagawa pa ba?
kaya't anong pipiliin ko?
papel ba, gunting o bato?

I miss the dance...

...the short but witty messages and the waiting in between.
...the subtle suggestions that would lead to spontaneous decisions.
...the lurch in the stomach before the furtive meet-ups.
...the exchange of glances in spite of proximity.
...the quasi-bargaining that always leads to a mutual decision.
...the bittersweet goodbyes.

Janus, Emissary of Kronos

Allow me to carry you to the great beyond -
to the myriad of fruits waiting to be reaped,
to the dependable uncertainty before us,
to the dreaded banquet of the unknown.

Allow me to carry you from your wake -
from the pleasures of the essence of love,
from the shackles and pangs of guilt,
from the hollowness of your loneliness.

Allow me to carry you in my stillness -
here where laughter is forever cherished,
here where time never tarries,
here where heartaches never cease to exist.

Quetzalcoat'l

Lamentations of heaven cover the light -

creeping silently, foreboding relentlessly.

Strange and dreary at the time of flight,

creating whispers of insecurity.

At the crack of the blade,

the whimpering tenants of the sky

fill the earth with tears.