Gypsy Caravan

“Isang gabing puno ng awitin at sayawan”

(November 25, 2007)

Tala’y kumikinang

Sa madilim na bulwagan

Tinta ng awit kumulay

Sa lona ng buhay

Bahagharing lapian

Ginhawa sa pagod na isipan

Napalaot na tinig lumakbay

Sa karagatan ng kalayaan

Itong bandila ng damdamin

Pumiglas sa kadena

Malayang haharapin

Ang sumpa ng kasaysayan

Harana ng buwan liwanag

Sa gabing nagdaramdam

Mga puso’t damdamin

Kaluluwang nagkaisa

Taas kamay sa pag-pugay

Sa paraiso nitong alay

(Ika-anim na anibersaryo ng Xaymaca)

“Yanni on the CD player: Like the brother I never had, his music inspires as it speaks to me”

(November 21, 2007)

With hands reaching forth

His eyes to vision

When the dusty roads

Blind beyond the bend

When the heavens cry

To curtain my own

As the midnight theater

Turns to a close

Oh brethren of mine

To speak with

A comforting tone

Like angels playing

On harp and flute

Amongst the clouds

In rejoice they reverb

Whispers blown to the wind

A temple that harbors the soul

From its humble paradise

To its peace in levity to shutter

“Like a swift wind, things come and go but angels like you linger”

(November 19, 2007)

October sprung a November fall

As minstrels and fiddlers

Play to their marching tunes

To the heavens these hands

Raised to an overture

Swift winds blew

These winter blankets

Pallid just like ice

Swathed in frost

Angels heeding call

Taketh thee to this flight

Where golden rays

Warmeth this wandering ghost

“tila tagalog na bersyon ng isang tula ko tungkol sa tulog. Nauna itong isulat subalit parehong-pareho ang pagkakataong sinapit”

(April 18, 2007)

Paikot-ikot

Katawang Kulubot

Katawang diretso

Parihabang hantungan

Parang bangkang papel

Napalaot sa dagat

Pag-iisip na nahapo

Kaluluwang nalumbay

Munting pangarap

Tahimik na humimlay

Sa bawat pikit

Kulog na kalabit

Alay nitong kapalit

Tulog na ipinagkait

Pinilit makamit

Ngunit sawi

Sa bawat saglit

“For the 9^th straight day I am influenced…In retrospect, I see our lives like champagne bubbles”

(November 4, 2007)

Like champagne bubbles

A multitude there is like me

Exceptional but as equal

Surrounded by its semblance

It roams freely on its journey

Protected by its bottled fence

This is what we call home

A playground to be nurtured

To belong and to understand

Cared for the ages

Wiser as we grow older

Learned from our fellow

When bumping to one another

As the cork opens the door

It welcomes a new chapter

Into these lives carried in pride

Ready to face new ventures