Naked, and Turned Another Life’s Sheet

SANDAL
                                                               
‘Wag kang mangangapa,
Sama-sama tayong luluha.
Magkikita tayo ng hindi tumitingin,
At sabay nating ililipat ang pahina.

‘Wag kang mag-aalala,
Muli nating kukulayan ang mundo
Sa ‘di nakikita’y maniniwala,
Pumikit’ magtiwala’t sa dili’y may sasalo.

Sabay nating kukulayan ang mundo.
Magkasama tayong mananaginip.
Sa ulap ay maglalakad… Halika.
Sabay tayong magmamasid.

Kung ang panaginip ay pag-ibig,
At ang panaginip ay panaginip na alam natin,
Sumandal ka…Tayo’y iidlip
At hindi na… Hindi na muling gigising.

                                        
Rommel Garcia
8/7/03

PLS READ: THE POEM THAT HAS NO MEANING

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Bubble boy will plow flowers to be used as a crown.
Get in line said the child.
Roots on winter will bloom with flowers that the bubble boy has plowed.
Surrounding… Drawing circle like no other circle has ever drawn.
Purple sky will command the birds to roam
And tell the gods that the little men will be heard singing.
And so as the roots in the winter. With rose as their cloak.
Beside them are their wives singing love that has no match. Even gods.
False pulse… who are you? Thank you.
The current gods will get jealous
For they’ll find this poem meaningless forever.
From us to Jesus, A conference has been called.
Please color the life black and white to make it simple.
Make the little roots grew big in winter stage.

-Rommel-

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UP METAL BOX DOWN

Come up you metal box. For I will go down.
Come down for I will go, you metal box.
I will go up now, so come up.
Down you’ll go, I will go down too.
I will go home right now. So wait for me.
Don’t make me come down alone.
Invite strangers to ride with me.
I will see them like you.
Close it tight.. Keep us safe..
Thanks metal box…

Dooot…. Down….
full..
14..12..11..10..9..

Can’t hold..
Ssshhh….

I know your undenying hospitality.
But.. have to release the power I can’t keep.
1..2..3… Ssshhhh….
FECAL BREATH!!!

To oh so Lovely 13 strangers,
Why such face?
There’s beauty inside the metal box.
Don’t cover your face
He cannot see your looks?
Your eyes are at me?
Metal box’s jealous.

Oh so lovely strangers,
Why you’re not breathing?

4..3..2..1..
Ground…

Strangers relieved…
They have seen heaven.

-Rommel-

SONETO LXXVIII

I don’t have a "never", I don’t have an "always". 
   In the sand 
   Victory left its forgotten footprints. 
   I’m a poor man ready to love others who are like me. 
   I don’t know who you are. I love you. I don’t give or sell thorns.

Someone perhaps may know that I didn’t weave bloody 
   Crowns, that I fought against mockery 
   And that truly I filled the high tide of my soul. 
   I gave doves as repayment for vileness.

I don’t have a "never" because 
   I was, am, will be unique. And in the name 
   Of my changing love, I proclaim purity.

Death is only a stone of forgetting. 
   I love you, I kiss your mouth of happiness. 
   Let’s bring the wood and make fire on the mountain.

- P. Neruda

When passion’s lost and all the trust is gone, Way too far, for way too long. Children crying, cast out and neglected, Only in a world so cold, only in a world This cold. Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes Then watch them drift away. Some might say, we’ve done the wrong things, For way too long.

Fever inside the storm, So I’m turning away. Away from the name, Away from the stones (Throw sticks and stones) ‘coz I’m through mending the wounds of us

Keep your thorns, ‘Cause I’m running away, Away from the games, Away from the space, The circumstances of a world so cold

Burning whispers, Remind me of the days. I was left alone, in a world this cold. Guilty of the same things, provoked by the cause.
I’ve left alone, in a world so cold.

Why does everyone feel like my enemy? Don’t want any part of depression or darkness. I’ve had enough!!
Sick and tired!! Bring the sun, or I’m gone…Or I’m gone

I’m backing out. I’m no pawn. No !!!!!!!!!! slave to this,
Never lied. Never left. Never lived. Never loved. Never lost. Never hurt.
Never worry about being me, or anyone else. Not a care, no concern, don’t give a shit about anything.

I need to find a darkened corner, a lightless corner, where it’s safer and calmer.

- Mudvayne

Ang bawat ako…Patuloy na sasabayan ang araw na makakasama silang natutuwang pintahan ang pintang hindi sa kanila. Silang hindi matuto-tutong tingnan ang sariling salamin habang buong pagod na nakakatutok ang mga matang nangmamata. Silang mga magagaling na bida-bidahang nagpapanggap bilang anak at magulang.

…Pautang!!!… silang anak ng ating mga anak naman ang magbabayad.

Umaga… Mamumulat ang mga tulog na mga matang kanina’y nakatingin sa mundong perpekto.
At babangon sa tunay… Makakasama ang mga taong naghahanap ng lubos na kagalingan sa mundong hindi ganap. Babangon sa kabihasnang patuloy na nagtatalo kung sino ang maliligtas.
…Sa kabihasnang patuloy na bumabagsak.
Magpapaagos sa lipunang nagtitinda ng kaluluwa upang makabili ng kapangyarihan.
At silang magulang na handang gumapang para makabili ng kalayaan.

Hindi magtatagal… Hihilain nilang mga mapagmasid na matang matagal ng naghahanap ng kamalian.

At gagawing parang baryang gasgas na kahit saan tignan ay walang mukhang ihaharap.
Makikita mo sila ngayon… Haharapin mo sila bukas. Kahit saan… ng paulit-ulit… ulit.

"Ang bawat umaga ay simula." Ang umagang handog ng mga namumunong hindi marunong magpatuloy.
Silang mga pinuno na binubuhay ang kalayaang nabibili’t pinagbibili..
"Mabuhay!". Mabuhay silang anak na unti-unting pinapatay ang kanilang buhay na dati nang sira.
At silang mga magulang na naghahanda ng patayin ang hindi buhay.
At kasama ang bawat sila at akong sanay magreklamo ng hindi kumikilos.

Mamumulat at malalamang iilan lang nagtatanong…
At Magtatanong…

Saan ba tayo natutulog?
Sa mundong nandyan para maidlip? O, sa mundong sadyang ayaw lang gumising?

Kakilala… Kaibigan… Magulang… Pamilya… Ikaw…

‘ Patawad… ‘

Nasaan ang batang ako?
Nasaan ang batang mapaglaro?

Nasaan and batang ako na nagtatanong?

Nasaan ang batang ako na hindi nahihiya?
Nasaan ang batang ako na hindi nahihiyang umiyak?

Ang batang ako na hindi nahihiyang umiyak at humingi ng tulong?

Nasaan ang batang ako?
Ang batang ako na masayang nagbibigay?
Nasaan ang batang ako na masayang nagbibigay ng walang kapalit?

Nasaan ang batang ako?
Ang batang ako na naghahanap ng pag-ibig?
Nasaan ang batang siya na pag-ibig?

Nasaan ang batang ako?
Nasaan ang batang ako bilang kaibigan?

Nasaan ang batang ako bilang anak?

-rommel
"Sa limang dipang pluma"

I felt something crazy today.

I’m bored and lazy at the same time. Have you ever felt the same?
Weird isn’t it?

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….Haayyy… (Three more deep breaths) –in trance

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4:21:05 PM…

Unaware of the world around me,
Steadily watching on something which I’m not looking.
My thoughts are now wandering and creating a world at the same time.
I’m now somewhere in that world–The world I own.

Something has caught my attention… It is certain. I am happy.
I feel home… unmolested and cherished.
I stayed for a while.
I have seen you and myself.

I want to stay longer but the world has faded.

4:23:07 PM…

My already uncovered eyes opened.  I came back… No.. I have awaken.

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Silence covered the place.. I felt their looks.. They are laughing..
Who will not? I really got stucked up. ^_^

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Oh well.. nothing I can do.. I laughed too…

And I smile too…
They didn’t know…

Two minutes of that moment…. I WAS IN HEAVEN…

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Can you imagine? Isn’t it funny?

My boredom and laziness takes me to heaven.

…And I wrote something that makes you still read up to this point. ^_^

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-Rommel

Madami na ba ang sobra sa isa? …dalawa? Gaano kadami ang madami? Ang kaunti? Gaano kalaki ang malaki?
Gaano kaliit ang maliit? Gaano kasimple ang simple?

Kailan pwedeng sumuko? Ano ang pinagkaiba ng "hindi busy" sa "medyo busy"?
Ano ang mas mabilis? ang maglakad na parang tumatakbo o tumakbo na parang naglalakad?
Ano ang nasa gitna ng madalas at hindi madalas?

Sino ang unang gumawa ng salamin? Paano kung walang salamin?

Ano ang pinakamahirap na first time?
Ano ang pinakamagaang feeling?

Makulit ba ang paulit-ulit? Paulit-ulit? Paulit-ulit? Paulit-ulit? Paulit-ulit?

Merong bang mga sagot na hindi na kailangan ng tanong?

Bakit may lock ang 24-hours open na 7-eleven?

Paano kung na-prove ng science na walang Diyos? Ang Bible ba ay libro? …edited?
Gaano katagal bago ang first day ng "God’s Creation" ^_^
Gaano ba katagal ang isang araw ng Diyos? hehe!

Pwede ba magtanong? Kailan ba nagiging masama ang pagtatanong?..
Malungkot ba ang buhay na walang saya?…
Masaya ba ang buhay na walang lungkot? ……Langit?

Masama ba ako? Sino ang ligtas?

Sino ang nakakaalam ng mangyayari bukas?
ummm…Freewill?

Ilang beses ba pwedeng umulit? Ilan nga ba ulit ang buhay natin?

Ang tao daw ay virus?

Isa na bang milagro ang mapaginipan si Lord God?
Eh kung ikaw ang Lord God sa panaginip mo?

Parehas ba tayo ng ideya ng masama?

Parusa ba ang pagkakaroon ng sakit?

Sino ba ako? ….Totoo ka ba sa mundo ko?
Kung hindi ako ngayon?.. ano ako ngayon?

Ang buhay ay parang isang pelikula
May luha, may tuwa, may bida… scripted?

Ano at sino ang normal sa mundo ng baliw?

Pano ba natitimbang ang kasalanan?

Ano ang standards ng non-sense na tanong?

                                            - Hango sa mga pagmumuni at isang araw na inuman.
                                                                       - R o m m e l -
                                                             

Give more and you’ll get a step closer. It is a choice but you should.

I am the son of my father. Demi-god… Demigod…

As long as it is made of priced paper, It is as good as your faith.

I am the son of a human mother. god-demi… demigod…

Absorb the preaches of my church. Fit to the circle and be saved.. be loved.. Hear the story of a small-time son to a full time demigod.

Give every virgin of yours.. To know life. Be not lost..  Nothing will save you.. Nor love.
But me.. A demi god..

    - R o m m e l -
                                                                                       "Sa Limang Dipang Pluma"