CRAVING

If craving for something
is not possible,
and to care for someone
is no longer viable,
then perhaps, it is better
to dwell in the world of dreams
than to live in the real world
in a solitary grim.

As the birds fly, hopping
from one tree to another.
As the earthworm crawls
hiding down under.
The craving of the fowl
is becoming extreme.
The goal to exist
is no longer a dream.

When solitude comes
in the life of human being.
When extremities strike
that seems no stopping.
When poverty and hunger
cripple ones brain.
Then the beauty of dream
will just be in vain.

ELecTioN FeVer

There’s a fever approaching,
but some people are rejoicing,
they are now full of vim,
a chance to get what they aim.

Dynasties will come to rise again,
people watch of what will happen,
old and new antics will come into play,
as politicians will engage in mud slay.

Others will join the game,
waving their banner of fame,
new faces will try their fate,
for in this game there is wealth.

Each mouth will utter promises,
the crowd will make some wishes,
will hope that it would be fulfilled,
and words will not scatter in the open field.

Let us be watchful of those tainted mind,
there’s an agenda they'll try to hide,
let us be vigilant of the occurrence,
there lies the future of our children.

For Tatay (Father)

Your once muscular built,

now it has fade.

Swept by the passing times,

that made you weak.

But back in your grandeur days,

when you have the power.

Doing everything you can,

to feed your family.

Reminiscing the old times,

when you have the strength.

Full of spirit and vigor,

supporting your kids.

All the endeavors you did,

could not be repaid.

The discipline you instilled on us,

is beyond compare.

You may not have been so expressive

of your love to us.

But we strongly felt it,

in your actions and deeds.

You may have lost your strength,

but not our respect.

And our love for you,

will forever stay.