Bisyo

'Wag mo akong alukin ng beer
Para patayin ang simbuyong pumapaso sa 'king dila,

        Pagkat ang kanyang hininga lamang
                ang makalilipol sa apoy ng pangungulila.

'Wag mo akong pahithitin ng sansupot ng marijuana
Para madarang ang kanyang gunita sa 'king alaala.

        Pagkat saulado na siya ng aking limang pandama
                pati kaluluwa.

'Wag mo akong yayain na makipagtalik sa iba’t ibang lalaki
Para patahanin ang pag-uha ng aking mga matang
Di makatulog sa gabi ng walang katabi.

        Pagkat bisig niya lamang ang may kayang kumuyom
                sa daga ng gabi sa dibdib.

Bagkus,

        Hayaan mo akong matutong nguyain ang apoy
                na sumusunog sa aking bibig.

        Hayaan mo akong matutong maglakad katabi at hawak-hawak
                ang buhay niyang diwa sa dibdib.

        Hayaan mo akong matutong mag-isang dumilat
                sa kawalan ng karimlan.

        Hayaan mo akong kunin sa kanyang kamay ang aking pagkatao,
                at muli itong ibalik sa palad na buo.



26 Disyembre 2007

The Evolution of "Friendship" in the Corporate World

"Hi!"


"Hay!"





"Haay!"











"Hay Nako!"



















"Hayop!"

Philippine DemoCRUSTY: A Letter For My Dearest Classmate

Yesterday, in my Work and Society class, Dr. Portugal asked us if we were all registered voters. Some of us raised our hands, some of us didn't. He therefore asked why some of us chose not to vote, and I was appalled, and to a certain extent, angered by what one of my classmates said--"I don't know anything about Philippine politics. Why should I vote if I don't have the capacity for it?"

What are you! Freshman? Didn't you take Phil. Soc. and Pol. Gov.? I could tolerate an "I don't trust the system anymore" answer, but an "I don't know anything about Philippine politics"? My brain just exploded into pieces.

My Dearest Classmate,

First of all, what are you? Don't you watch TV? Read the newspapers? Listen to class? Log in to Facebook? The Maguindanao massacre is all over them. It's actually everywhere. The incident tells a lot about Philippine politics.

For your information, clans and dynasties have been long asserting political monopoly over and over in our country. Most of them wreak repulsive violence in every possible and innocent corner of the land just to gain authority. Aren't you aware of the Marcos regime? (assuming that you took High School before you entered the university)

And these injustices continue to persist because of YOU. Because "you don't know anything about Philippine politics". Yes, it's because of you my dear classmate. Because you're waiting to be spoon-fed with information. Because you're not aware of your right and obligation to participate in Philippine democracy. Because you CHOSE not to know anything about Philippine Politics.

Democracy is about YOU, my dear classmate. It's about each one of us. We run this country, in theory that is. The people in the government are supposed to represent us. That's why there's elections.

No wonder why people in power is as ignorant in true politics as a six year old is. Because people like YOU, my dear classmate, exists.

Original Song Compositions

lyrics: czyka
music: mao

Karma Trance

AM7 C#m5 DM7

You look at a mirror—
A broken reflection of a man
Scars your soul

Crimes you committed
Hearts youve bladed
Good deeds kept in debt
Came crashing in one go

Whats done can’t be undone
So just dance into the beat of the drum
Embrace the song of the sun
Let it go… let it come

Every image is mislead
You sigh, and create noise
Echoing a wish
For a second chance for choice

Feel the music in your palm
The melody is the balm
Dry the tears that drowns your lung
Breathe the bass baby
Be the symphony…be serenity
You and harmony is one
All else is gone

Whats done can’t be undone
So just dance into the beat of the drum
Embrace the song of the sun
Let it go… let it come

Booty Call

Gm7 CM9 Em* Dm*

Don’t say that I’m your muse
If your after for is only a matter of use
I ain’t no cheap drug baby
I’m not just any substance that you can abuse

Late last night you called me beautiful
We made all the stars fall ‘til dawn
But when I woke up you were gone
And then I realized…that it was just..
a booty call (2x) with second voice

Overnight passion
Hangover illusion
Overnight passion
Wakes an illusion

You treat me like a random number on your list
Your mere last alternative
But baby Im no sedative
Don't wanna be your whim

Overnight passion
Hangover illusion
Overnight passion
Wakes an illusion

Im singin this not for your pity
I just cant stand your infidelity
No I aint waiting for your return
Don’t ever think that youre hard to unlearn
Letting go is as easy as one two three
Numbing one’s heart is the key
Oh please find another to fill that hole
Coz Im an extra…ordinary soul
And I ain’t just…your booty call…
I’m like you, I’m like you, I’m like you (second voice?)

Overnight passion
Hangover illusion
Overnight passion
Wakes an illusion

I don’t need a temporary high
Id rather be forever dry
So don’t just ring me
when youre in the mood
for LOVE

Bootycall, bootycall

Ode to Sadness

C Bm A# AM

Life is a fallen chord on a fading song
A rotting relic of a dying metaphor
A star collapsing right into itself

I am a fainting mental image
In your stream of consciousness
Standing still, shadowless

Searching for a familiar gaze
Only puts me in an endless maze
Who can free me from my own chains

Love Aprhodisiac

(heartbeat)

Your tongue is like a stash of grass
Calms me in a puff
Your eyes shine like crystals
They make my soul alive

(Im addicted to you)
Oh baby let me have more of you
Coz every piece turns my being anew
You’re my aphrodisiac
My one and only love
Breathe out and I’ll suck
Oh bring me to the heavens above

Drop your tears in my vision
Let me fly, change my perception
I’ll melt your hands in my mouth
So I’ll have ecstasy without a bound

(Im addicted to you)
Oh baby let me have more of you
Coz every piece turns my being anew
You’re my aphrodisiac
My one and only love
Breathe out and I’ll suck
Oh bring me to the heavens above

You turn lust to love
Your burn my memory of pain
My body and soul you can all have
Let me take you like a drug

implosions

suffering 'til unfeeling



transcendence, the child's dream of flying



happiness, the beams of the moon



where is he who can share this with me?



sophia as the last strand of sanity

Poems in LRT Removed

I finally had the opportunity to go out again last night after a year of just being at the confines of the home. Martin was invited to jam in an open drums session in Tomato Bomb, and so we went.

I was so "czyked" to ride the LRT again because I missed the poems posted on top of the LRT windows--"mga berso sa metro". Can't help but love them! In the midst of the city's restless hustle and bustle, I am put into a solemn pause when I read these verses. It makes a humdrum of a journey meditative, meaningful. But, to my surprise and utter disappointment, when I stepped inside the LRT and looked above, I saw Anne Curtis inviting me to drink GIN. My poems are all gone! It was replaced by wallet-ripping, soul-snatching ads!

I always thought that whoever conceived the idea of putting poems in the LRT was genius! I don't know but there's something about trains that makes me ponder about life. There was even a time when I spent a day just riding the MRT, with nowhere to go, no itinerary whatsoever, just sat there with my tickler, observing, writing, making verses out of the people's various facial expressions, listening to gossips and colloquial conversations, musing about urban life--searching for the poetry in the prose of everyday.

I have this rather odd idea that I have a connection with the genius who thought of placing the poems in the LRT. Not romantic alright. I think we have the same hunger. Hunger for the soul. Hunger to see the being breathing underneath the mundane, to see it raw, stripped of the city's artificiality. And we both want everyone to be like us, hungry as hell. That's why he placed the poems there, I suppose, in an attempt to spread the hunger.

But what now, the genius became a sellout? Well, I shouldn't jump to any conclusions. Most probably it was not his idea to replace the poems.

Really sad about what happened. A hope for change just turned into dust.

Again.

For the "Intellectuals"

funny how some people spend half of their lives philosophizing about life, lulling themselves with the theories of science, when the answer to the ever elusive meaning of life lies somewhere else. not sure where that is, really. i just think we should learn how to accept that some things in life shouldn't be explained or else it will lose its beauty. Sophia taught me that.

So, stop. pls stop that intellectual masturbation.