"Galit" ni Aldo Dulay

Hindi ko matatago
ang aking mga damdamin,
Na siyang nagpapakilala
Tuwing ika'y nakikita.
Lumiliyab ang galit,
para sa iyong pagkatao
Tuwing naiisip kita.
Isa siyang apoy,
Na hindi mamamatay.
Isa siyang demonyo
Sa aking kalooban.
Isa siyang sumpa
Na dadalin ko...
habambuhay.

"Closed Behind Me" by: Eric L.

The gate is closed behind me,
There is nothing I want more,
Excuses will not help me now,
I am steel of steel berought,
Haunting shades they fade and flee,
They run, and scatter before my light,
I descend unto the darkness,
My heart pulsing, they take flight
Before me, barriers loom and shield the way
And I shatter them with revelry,
The goal I seek oblivion claims,
But here I charge on blindly,
And there sitting onto his throne
Subject to his own idiocy,
The riddled corpse of the demon
Rotting in deep misery,
A sword I plunged into his chest,
A heart there, was not found,
But then I resolved to end the book
This poem will forever lie
Unfinished, undaunted,
By Evils, nor you, nor I.

"Sepia Skies" by: Eric L.

Find yourself under the eaves of light,
Still, yellow, and reproachful,
Forget yourself in the creamy sight
Of dandelions beautiful.

Try as one might you will lose your way,
Upon these beautiful sights.
Forgetful oblivion of Euphoria's play,
Persuade you to leave the fight.

Drop your weapon, hold your breath,
Plunge into deep ecstasy,
Hear the calling voice of Death,
Who breaks the shell of fantasy.

"What are We Missing?" by Aldo D.

When nothing seems right,
And never do you get your way,
Just look real close,
And listen real hard.
Only then might you find,
That in this hell we call life,
Goodness at its purest

"In Cold Blood" by: Eric L.

Cold slowly rising
Unto the open redness
Incision on the soul
Darkness of the eyes
Mirrored broken self

"Endless Waltz" by: Eric L.

As the pieces move the game begins
The hands fly to move the strands
The never-ending melodies in triple
The dance of ladies in white
Partnered by the gentlemen-black
Emblazoned love and wonder
Only a leech of dead and plagued
In a world of lying and indifferent things
In a world of broken pieces
In a world of faceless dancers
In a world of sixty-four squares.

"Depravity" by: Eric L.

I was left alone amid the animosity
When even I was a haggard
And was truly very far from purity
On the bar-stage of the heathens

I saw myself within your eyes
My unfulfilled cowardly desires
And in my heart I broke the ice,
The permafrost, my heart's mires

This icy swamp it was my home
Within it's depths here I brooded
Like an evening's sudden change in tone
From solemn dark to sleepless black

You were mine and mine alone
I watered the plants of desire for you
While with my mouth I captured your moan
I wanted for you this day to rue

I wanted you to moan and squirm
I wished for you to cry for me
To taste your tears on your cheeks so firm
And to feel you burning under me

I relished your sorrow
And desired for tomorrow
Because as for me
Unlike you I am free

I took your innocence
You are mine and hence
In your eyes I am evil
I am loathsome like a devil

For that I did not care
You were a gentle nightmare
Your scent is intoxicating
Like alcohol drinking

I loved your feel
And your clothes I would peel
From your body possessed
By the devil undressed

"Journey for Joy" by: Lester Agustin

I embarked on a journey long ago,
Toward never ending joy I must go
While I was walking, there was something I did not know
To my surprise, it wasn't such a great show

I fell into a pit, a pit that was deep
The pit was endless, full of torment and despair
As I was falling, I started to weep
For I was falling into a dark, dark lair

The pit was pitch black and I could not see
I only saw the fading light from whence I came
Being cast off without happiness nor joy nor glee,
I continued to fall, it wasn't the same

I said to myself, "My journey I've failed,
In this dark pit, today am I surely jailed"
I fell and was suddenly caught
By an angel, fair and not full of naught

A helping hand the angel lent
So upward the pit together we went
Oh how awesome is this news!
And because of her help, the angel I didn't want to lose

The angel was nice, she was sweet
As for me, I found her neat
I was glad for meet did we
Because of this, my heart was full of glee

Midway journey up the pit,
My heart felt heavy and surely was hit
"There were many other souls to save", said she
She sent me where I could make my way up and soon left me

My heart was pounding, I started to cry
I was so depressed that for her I could die
But my journey wasn't yet complete
I was climbing, the ground I did meet

I leaned on a tree to catch my breath
I thought of the angel that saved me from death
I was so sad I couldn't believe
That we went our ways, I did she leave

I looked back at the pit, A tear did I drop
I thought for a moment and I did stop
I stood up and went on my way
There was nothing more I had to say

In my journey for joy I was walking
I thought for a moment and found myself crying
I was confused; my mind was in a blur
I knew that I would never find joy without her
For without her, I felt no use of everything I've trailed
I said to myself, "My journey I've failed"

"Fire" by:Eric L.

Bathe me I pray in your beauty
glowing,& give thineself solely
to me;like stars so deeply bright,
your eyes, unfit for mortal sight

A tongue of gold and raven
waving, like boughs of aspen,
queenly, yet humble as bab'es breath,
flowing, purely bringing me to death.

And still the coverlet shines with white,
un-dark'ning hue, a blinding sight,
soft yet daunting, a tower of silver,
fit to glorify the gracious Maker.

"Testudo" by:Eric L.

I write you now as a testament to self:
I write not to change the world
Good people, I write with little wit.
I write with an eye, a view too narrow;
Too selfish is my selecive sight
I speak as Echo in her lonely cave
Simply stating that which I see
With simple words I seek to capture
all of eternity.
Such a goal for the dirt on the floor
no doubt ends in misery.
But even then I shall not stop
not even for thine mockery;
For I do not seek to be the droplet that
Starts ripples in the pond,
All I wish is to be the leaf
of which the wind is fond.

"Despair" by: Eric L.

Is not the sweet surrender,
A simple roll-in-the-hay?
Life's rules are never tender,
Harsh, leaving no leeway.

All from life that I can scrye
Is dying all the same
Our education can only sigh
For those who are insane.

To look upon the azure sky
Is staring at empty space.
To gather wealth until one dies
Is to fall last in Life's race

Mother Nature favors none,
No wealthy or the poor,
Lady fate the fickle one
Spares none from greed's old lure.

"My First Time" by: Inchada

I held her in my hands
Fondling her out of curiosity
Holding her close
Feeling the curves of her body
The texture, the smell
Savoring the moment
It was my first time...
To play my guitar.

"The Storyteller" by: Karlo A.

Hers was the simple smile
I could never forget.
Hers were the radiant eyes
That could never fade.
Hers was the story a million tell,
But only I can do more
Than listening to a
Fairytale.

"Rain" by: Carlo R.

Sitting on the floor
Gazing outside
The raindrops falling
Free from any bonds
Wishing to be like them
Wishing to be free
But whatever I do
How much I wish
It will never come true
For God has assigned
He has foretold
Each drop of Rain
Is bound to where it falls.

"Hands" by: Eric L.

Your hands were soft
Yet it held me aloft
In the azure sky
It was perfect. I fly,

Towards my dreams
Which were torn at the seams
By the hands of fate;
Those hands that I hate.

Your love I cannot
Deny; curse me not.
The serpent it entwines
Like the deadliest vines

But your hands they caress
And allow me to rest
In your cradle of love
I am held up above.

"Free As Winter's Chill" by: Eric L.

I have set two souls free
To driving wind and blowing breeze
Against my will I let them go
To see them leave it breaks me so
For their forgiveness then I beg
Their swift retribution I shall accept
For my loving has turned to stone
So cold as ice and unthawed snow
Crept over me this winter chill
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
For the beginning of Spring
Waiting for their return

"Oh Your Face Can Be So Coy!" By: Eric L.

Oh your face can be so coy!
Why is it that with my heart you toy?
You assail me with false lines of love
Oh why do you lie my little dove?

You whom I let fly without a worry's care
That I trusted my love returned to me
Yet you run from me like a hunted hare
I'm your love not a fox; I beg and plea.

Till a darkened day your voice no more
To be heard just an echo of a parting gift
You left me bleeding my heart you tore
Into a mis'rable present; a Sorrow's rift

Your gift to me was Sorrow's kiss
But 'tis your warmth I sorely miss
Your jewel bright your maidenhead
Was mine, my own but Pleasure's dead.

She's dead you took her away from me
She's you my love, why can't you see?
You veil your eyes for Guilt and Shame
Too late you're tainted so's your name
It's strange for me this might be lame
But my love for you is still the same.

"Oh What A Girl!" by: Eric L.

I was about to do it
Still I hesitated
Scared that I might hurt her
Forever scarred
Yet in her silence she begs
Her eyes they plead
For me to enter her
Filled with confidence
I make her mine
I slide it in
She purrs loudly
Committed to ecstasy
Such a perfect moan
Forever after into the sunsets
We drive...

"Every seventh day it visits" by Karlo Elamparo

With the stars in the sky, in the evening sun
A friend bids my self to come
Every seventh day its visits are run
To a reverie always in the minds of some

With a flick of its hand, and a smirk on its face
It opens the door to these "dreams"
Every seventh day, we visit this place
Wanton, with sinful pleasures as themes

My friend, it hides, during the day
Never to show itself to any other
Only every seventh night, its whispers, I obey
"Come, once again my feeble half-brother"

Oh what sin, this friend is a fiend;
Oh what trespass I have done!
Every seventh night it visits.
Yet every seventh day, it's gone.

I guess this is the very first non-poem post I have here... Anywho.. Its kinda weird cause I see myself as the last person to own a blog, and yet I do. I really don't see the point in having one. I mean, what is the point in putting your thoughts in a site that everyone can have access to? (and still I continue to write them down here) The thought of having an online journal is kinda cool and all, but don't you just find it bizarre to place some of your deepest secrets, or something, somewhere where most anyone can see. Get my point? Don't get me wrong, I am in no way against blogs (why do you think I have one), I just find the idea weird. That's all I'm saying. Well, I guess that's it for now...

"Stars" by: Inchada

Celestial bodies in the sky
Hoping that you'll hear my cry
I send my sorrows up to you
Looking for answers to help me through

I turn to you in my hour of darkness
I'm seening for your guidance
Shine your light upon the path
That leads me to deliverance

You've helped me once, so help me again
To be with her till the very end
All i ask is a simple favor
I ask at least one day with her

And in that time we share together
I'll give her a day unlike any other
'Cause even if she stopped loving me
My love for her will always be..

(Untitled) By Carlo Rivera

We loved the stars
The breeze of the night
The view of the ocean
The tree of which we met
Where we grew
Now I am waiting
Now I will say
What my heart
Has been longing to
exclaim

"I Will Love You" By Eric Lazo

I love you until the end of my days.
I love you as the ages pass me by.
I love you 'till my soul is shattered.
I love you until I am consumed by you.
I love you with every fiber of my being.
I love you through any trial.
I love you until God tells me to stop.
I love you as I love nobody else.
I love you above my own family.
I love you even as I abhore myself.
I love you even if you don't love me.
This is my pledge of love to you.
Hold it in your heart in eternity
or until this pledge be broken.
For I will love you, even if I killed you...