Mines

There has been a lot of thing that comes and go
Lives lost in an instant, dreams flew like a boat
Shivers are spent, burns are then kept
But what was it again? Is it to find one's self?

Loud and annoying are the ways I saw
A clear path, I kissed the ground from every plow
Treasure it is and surely it will
But it was never a spot that could be seen in this field

I gasp for air, and it was deep and stretched
A repetitive motion that has been lurking there in the mist
Could it be life knocking and trying to hit my senses?
Or it was death inviting my curiosity for it is I he misses?

There was light in each step
A silent breeze that's not too cold nor too hot
At the end of each side were dark and bright
Whispering the thoughts that I said that night

Hear ye! Hear ye! Says the announcer
Look at the mines and observe the diggers
Hear ye! Hear ye! Like from the newspapers
One dead, one stabbed and a family murdered

I tried hard and practiced to be a miner
But all I saw are trash from both ends of this land
Surely we could still find precious treasures
Before it's too late and the majority to end

Lost

Confused indeed I am.

Lingering the moment which I know nothing about. Kinda like Jon Snow.

Trying hard. Yes it's in the affirmative.

But every time I tried I end up failing.

It was like, Fuck I'm old,

But the misery won't end.

For every shit I told

I get more than a thousand fold.

I miss writing, I miss my co-writers as well.

As fast as we build, goes fast as we fell.

I tried writing so many times. Trying to get at least a portion of that old self

But it ends up unfinished, like the governments crap

I don't know where I'm going.

I'm not even sure if I'm aware of what I'm writing.

I'm just here, glaring with a blank stare

Save me. At least I say.

I'm tired with my burden

I'm even too tired to say I hate life.

I work, I play. Without anything to gain

What am I sitting here for?

Damn, I don't know where I am.

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Demokrasya.

Limot na Paalala

Dangal ng aking malawak na mundo

Tinig na kinilala at ilang beses ng nagpatotoo

Sa kabila na ang bansa’y may mabagal na progreso

Ay ang patuloy na pamamayagpag nito sa kabilang ibayo

Darkness

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Darkness attracts a community

And for some reason it stays more than it should

But was it there to glimmer?

Walking proud with hands held high?