I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness-- Jeremiah 3:3

Sunday, February 26, 2012

LULL TIME, GRAND TIME

Can you imagine yourself staring at the walls for like eternity? I just thank God for the lull times. Times when the walls of the office or classroom ceilings are just there waiting, unmoving. These bits of free time come in spurts. So I hallow each one of them. Often they come during examination times when I am tempted to drool to sleep or think back of things of the past. 


Lull times such as this recharge me. Brings back youth to my weary bones. I used to look at these idle moments as the most boring part of any day. But I figured, God actually allows this nothing-to-do times because we need them. And believe it or not at one point, we ask for them. Have we not blurted out familiar litanies such as "Ahh, these paper works are killing me. Can't I have one moment of rest for once?" or "Work is giving me no space, I need time for myself, blah-blah" and so on. That's right, as staggeringly accurate as God can get, He does answer prayers. At the right moment with perfect precision and timing.


Right now, I'm watching these kids taking their chances on these pieces of papers they put their carefully thought of answers to this nail-biting entrance examination. Their brains are busy. They seem to need some lull time as soon as this is over. As for me, I'm taking mine, savoring every second of it. I'm embracing this boring time. I may not have this again for the next grueling days.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

PAKAN-A KOG GUGMA







Abir, pakan-a kunu kog gugma
Kanang kagumkom pa ha
Mas maayo kung init-init pa 
Kanang gikan pa gyud sa abuhan.

Sugot ra pud ko anang dukot-dukot.
Kay mas lami baya ning lugit-lugiton
Ingkit-ingkiton labi na kung magkinamot
Kauban nimo.


KONDENADA




Sa pagka karon tuhuan ko ang mga bakak sa gugma
Dawaton ko ang mga pulang rosas sa kanhiay
Unya, humulan sa baso
Patidlumon sa tubig, unya simhut-simhuton.
Magdahum, maghulat nga mugamot, mamunga.


Sige, pasagdan ko ang kabuang ni Kupido nga
Magbuot-buot sa badlis sa palad ni Inday.
Paminawon nako ang mga ngiyaw,
Ang mga hamag-lamba sa biga
Sa mga iring sa among atop.


Sa makausa, magpailad na pud ko
Sa kagilok sa mga hapyod-boladas
Sa mga bag-ong manag-uyab.
Sa mga hunghong--
Kaluha sa imong mga gitik-gitik.




O, karong adlawa magpakarung-ingnon ko nga
Kining akong mga tiil wala bug-ati
Sa nagsaguyod nga kadena.
Sa makadiyot,kalimtan ko nga hangtud karon
Pabilin ako, nakondenar gihapon
Sa imong mga saad kaniadto.



Thursday, February 9, 2012

PIXELATED PAINT




Will you look past the cracks
That form in the splatter of paint
As you wield your brush
In the cold of that canvass?

Will you take the colors that scatter
And forget the smudges of
This pixelated paint

That I am?

SPLINTERS






I gasp for the old days that bind;
Gape for the fullness
Where the splinters once were;
Pant for the fragments
That were once You and I
Solidified.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

KWERDAS


Ako ang kwerdas
Nianang sistang
Gisangit
Sa imong bungbong.

Gisangit
Kay kunu musimang na
Ang kada til-is
Sa mga nota.

Mao na lay nagpabiling
Nangaw-it ang mga abog
Sa sungugan nga
Kagahapon

Diin ako
Naligo sa kakiat
Sa imong mga
Gitik-gitik.