six part invention - all this time

when the last teardrops falls

Sad Story That Will Make You Cry :(

"ANG TOTOONG DAHILAN KUNG BAKIT LIMANG ARAW AKONG MAWAWALA"

Baka sakali iyakan mo ito.
Tuwing nagmamakinilya o nagsusuklay o
nagsisindi ng sigarilyo -
huwag kang mabibigla ha,
kung sumanib ako sa hangin.
Dangkasi bakit kailangang araw-gabi
tumulay ako sa walang katapusang alambre
kung magtatapat na ba o mananatiling kaibigan;
samantalang ang talampakan ko'y pinuyat na
nang maikli nating pagkakakilala.
Tuwing bumubulusok tinutubuan ako ng kaliskis
nagiging itim na bato ang puso
hanggang hindi ko na makilala ang sarili ko.
Nakakahalata ka na sa selos ko
parang ahas na inaalagaan sa dibdib
at nang lumabas ang mga salita
ay parang mga bubog na nga.
Samantalang ang alam ko pag nagmamahal ka
dapat nagiging balabal mo ang araw
at lumulutang ang himig sa iyong mga mata.
Kaya pipiliin ko na lang ang hangin, ang bagwis,
at lumipad sa paghinga ng sanlibong anghel.
At nang sa gayon hindi mo na aabangan
ang pagbulusok ng napunding allitaptap
Sa halip ay iinumin mo na lang ang aking paglipad
dahil hindi mo na ako abot-tanaw.
At nang sa gayon ang pagmamakinilya ko
ang pagsusuklay at pagsisindi ng sigarilyo
ay kasama na sa hangin na hinihinga mo.
Baka sakali iyakan mo ito.
Pero alam ko hindi.

Autumn Times

Autumn breeze frigidly touches ailing dreadful lives
Harshly darkness quietly surrounds the broken souls
Mellow serenades that once played between hearts
Pathetically have transformed into bitter sad songs

Somewhere beyond the flossy clouds
Cupid has lost his romancing arrows
Plays sad sonorous tunes on his bow
Dedicated to all weepy lonely hearts

Howling chilly wind blows through the mist
Sounds of sorrow spread allover the place
Fuzzy humid air submerges the inner lust
Lives decay slowly as the autumn leaves fall...

Our Love

Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.
But will the spider remember, or the sun?
Did the water capture our faces in permanence?
Does the wind create us anew as it blows?
Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?
Our secret been revealed.
Yet I have told no other.
I write these words in silence, in mute testimony
To what once was.
But our image remains alive in this place.
It can not be removed.
You, me,
We then,
Were here.
We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.
We caught a brief glimpse of love's promise.
We were not liars,
But thieves of time.
For now time has now forgotten us,
Yet our memory lingers, and love remembers
This place that was ours.

Sad Love Letter