Dig

We all have a weakness,
but some of ours are easy to identify, look me in the eye.

If I turn into another,
dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me.
Sing this song,
remind me that we'll always have each other
--when everything else is gone.

So when sickness turns my ego up,
I know you'll act as a clever medicine.

Crossed Lines

All the lines in the atmosphere
has been crossed.
is being crossed
and will continue to be crossed.

Inked

I put it on my side.
Because I was created from a portion
taken from the side of man.
I put it on the left.
So it is nearer my heart.
I wanted it in the body.
To free it as well.

I wanted to have it.
My philosophy is that freedom does not come free.
It has to be worked hard for.
Things and people have to be sacrificed for freedom.
It does not come easy.

I have it on me now.
And it did not just rub itself on me.
It had to be put there. With pain.
Each line. Each dot. Every bit of it.

So does everything else in life.
Things will not rub themselves on us.
We have to get them on us. For us.
I have to get them for myeslf.
We have to take them and let them stick to us.
I have to take them and let them stick to me.
And people, we have to make them stay.
I have to make them stay.

It's gonna stay on me.
Just here.
Near my heart. On my side.
Emancipation.
Freedom of the body, spirit, mind and most importantly,
the heart.

Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines -Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, ‘The night is shattered,
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes?

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her,
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
That night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that is certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes,

I no longer love her, that is certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer,
and these the last verses that I write for her.

I Figured

I got a taste of my own medicine.

Haha, karma nga naman.