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sa ilalim ng tulay

Minsang tumawid ka,
Ang kaba hinarap.
Sa ilalim nitong tulay,
Sa may ilog sumulyap.

Kulang pa nga ba
Na sundan lang ng tingin,
Kaya’t nagpatangay ka
At kinailangang lingunin?

Ang agos may halina,
Niyakag kang sumama.
Ulirat hindi gumana,
Sa lagaslas nagpadala.

Mababaw lang noong una.
Lumalim nang lima na.
Umahon man pagdaka,
Lulusong muling kusa.

May gabing kakaunin ka,
Pag tubig ay pilak na
At buwa’y gintong pawa.
Makipagsapalaran ka sa baha.

soon will be long enough

It’s been long enough,

Yet not too long

To wait.

For now.


I try

To hold on

To the last time.

In my mind,

I relive

Every move,

Every moment.

But it’s not enough.

It’s just not enough.


You try

To hope

For a next time.

In your heart,

Your dream

Every wish,

Every smile.

But it’s not enough.

It’s just not enough.

It won’t be long.

Soon enough,






It’s over.

Too soon.

Yet long enough.



Yet not too soon,

We wait.

just us, just as

right here, right now.

just right. this is ours.

this is where the world ends.

we need not hide nor worry.

this is where time stops.

we need not wait nor hurry.

we close our eyes, we breathe, we rest.

no sadness, no pain, no fear.

just joy, just bliss, just peace.

you see only me, and i see only you.

we have each other to ourselves.

we choose to love. we choose to be.

just you and me.

just us, just as.

just is.

body and soul

As fish cannot live when not in water,

So shall the ocean be worthless without fish.

The wheels that set your motion,

The light that enables your sight,

The notes that make up your tune,

The voice that resonates your thoughts,

The desire that starts your fire,

The smile and the tears,

The heart of your love.

The vessel that embraces your being,

The body… for the soul.

The fuel that powers your speed,

The colors that enhance your vision,

The melody that conveys your song,

The meaning that justifies your words,

The passion that intensifies your blaze,

The delight and the sorrow,

The love in your heart.

The spirit that fills your being,

The soul… for the body.

Each exists only with the other.




Soul and Body.

Body and Soul

the outside, inside

the outside, inside
24″ X 24″
acrylic on canvas

log in.

look outside. look, inside.

look inside. look, outside.

what was in was out.

what was out was in.

in, wanting out.

out, getting in.

get in… come out.

come in… get out.

jump in, walk out.

sucked in, thrown out.

in, and out.

out, or in.

still within; even without.

in? out?


log out.



the love, lost.

the lost, loved.



Tranquil in a flask. Clear liquid inside the triangular-shaped container. An empty canvas anticipating the touch of a brush for the first time… a cheek that has never known how a blush felt. A spirit awaits. Silent, still.

A filled buret. Tall and taut glass against the stand. A vessel overflowing, so much affection to offer. A giver awaits. Eager, willing.

Her hand began to move. The end of the stopper pressed against her palm as she held the knob between her fingers. The decision to let emotions show. A beginning sparks. Keen, intense.

Patience by the drop. She felt the muscles in her fingers proceed in synchronicity, letting her make fine calculated movements to turn the knob. She slowly adds each drop, remembering to swirl the flask every now and then. Nothing seems to be happening. No proof that there was, in fact, something taking place. Though, it was forming, growing, there was no telling when a connection could be clearly established. A flame building up. Unseen, concealed.

Approaching the endpoint. Time comes when a drop touches the surface and a tinge of color shows, but disappears in an instant. So quick, one wonders if it was there all along. The next few drops have the same effect. The taking encourages the giving… even more. Anticipation heightens. A destination within reach. Encouraging, exciting.

Equilibrium attained. Finally, a drop turns everything into pink. The indicator proclaims the tangency. Each becomes both. Congruence achieved. Parallel, mutual.

Love, harmony through giving and taking.

tell me when you know

So he asked her, “How do you want me?”

“With caramel topping please,” her laughter followed but he only stared.

“That’s a difficult one…” she heard herself say, she knew she didn’t know what to say, or how to say it if she did.

“Is it?”

“I don’t know”

she came back, out from the painting, felt more like zooming out of it.

she stepped back to examine it. colors swirled. no pattern, only movement.

slow, spontaneous movements she saw only when she closed her eyes.

then she felt herself sucked back in.

white canvas covered the wooden floor

colors poured onto the canvas

red here, blue there, yellow here and there

cans half empty, paint dripping down from the rims

shadows moved, his and hers

stars watching from the windows

she saw where the shadows had been

the stars kept her secret

“you know,”


she knew he did because he held her

and she put her head on his chest, believing it can’t be wrong when it feels so right

her eyes teary, her heart heavy

he held her close, he held her tight

he lifted her face and marked a kiss on her forehead

his lips met hers, his in hers, and hers in his; a kiss so tender…so slow

her fingers found the trough of his back, and it made her own spine quiver

she just couldn’t believe he was here

“I am here now”

she just melted

cross was right

she realized she would always feel the same

his lips traced her neck, and she felt his warm breath moving to her shoulder

the tip of his tongue touched it once, twice, and bit it gently

“hm,” he had made her want him even more


he kissed her on the lips one more time before he bent down to let his lips paint every inch of yearning in her. she leaned her head back, she couldn’t help but let out a moan. she held his head and ran her fingers through his hair . she smiled at the thought that she had longed to do this…

“- – – -,” she heard her name. he said he liked the sound of it

Title: \”hm\” Medium: Acrylic on Canvas

“I love this one, is there a story behind it?”

“Uh huh, it’s about something I just cannot have”

he led her, lay her down to the floor, and she felt the cool paint on her back

she shivered, not because the paint was cool but because she was burning inside

she felt her face flush as she felt him put his weight on her

she knew that scent, it swept her away the first time he told her his name

it sent her into some kind of a trance to receive him as he entered her

“I don’t understand how such bright colors can mean sadness”

“they don’t… just knowing it is there makes me happy”

he thrust; once, twice, she lost count as she drowned in want

he felt her and even now, he never understood; would he ever?

they moved and reeled, across the colors, swirling the reds, blues and yellows

then she was on him, had her control over her desire

she gave him the colors she wanted him to feel

it was dark though, too dark to see the rainbow

there was light, yes…

but now she was sure it wasn’t , wouldn’t, and couldn’t ever be hers, no…

“what is it?”


and the shadows danced and the colors whirled

stars did watch as their blaze reached their zenith

she loved him, he said he loved her, too

did he ever?

“so where is it now?”

“in my heart.”

“Tell me when you know”

“I’d rather not…”


“No, know.”


Straight ahead
Through the tunnel
Shift gears
Go fast
Yes, faster
Feel the thrill
Hold it
Easy now
Slow down
Turn left
Hold on
Let me drive
No hurry
Sit back
I’ll take you