Tag Archives: hope


Pansin mo ba
Ang dibdib ko’y
May pagkaba
Na para bang
Mundo’y hindi na
Tuluyang iikot pa

Ang bawat kurot
Ay sariwa
Iniwang gusot
Ng pabulusok
Ng mga luhang
Sa iniwang sulok

Mayro’n bang nakikinig
Sa pagbagsak ay may hahawakang bisig
Ramdam mo ba ang pagpintig
Ng puso kong nahahapo na sa pagkabig

Sa aking lungga
Sa magulo
Na pagpapako
Ng mga bulong
Sa isip ko
Na nagkakanulo

‘Di ko mawari
Kung maaari
Mga pagkakamali
Ay maikubli
At ‘di na mabunyag
Na parang bahagharing
Lantad nilang masusuri

Ikaw ba’y dumirinig
Sa pagbagsak ko’y malakas na bisig
Batid mo ba na ang pagpintig
Ay huling lakas ng pag-asang kumakabig

Butas at kulang
Na mapuno
At magdiwang
Ang kaluluwang
Pawang nakalutang
Sa pagsusumikap
Na matangan
Wagas na kaligayahan

Sa alapaap
Kinang na matingkad
Ni sa hinagap
Aking maaapuhap
Nang walang pagsisikap
Ako ay kukupkupin
Iibsan ang paghihirap
Ng paghahabol sa pangarap

Ako ba ay makikinig
Hahawak lamang sa nakahanda Mong bisig
Idudulog ang pagpintig
Sa Iyo nang walang pag-atras at pagkabig

Ikaw ang kapahingahan ng aking diwa
Ikaw ang pag-asa na di ko makita
Sa hantad na pagsuway Ika’y di nanghihina
At sa paglimot ko’y parating may paghalina

Di nagbabago
Walang pagsuko
Ang pag-ibig Mo
Tuloy-tuloy lamang sa pagsamo

Ikaw ang makikinig
Ako’y tatakbo sa Iyong bisig
Sasabay itong pagpintig
At hahayo nang walang pagkabig

Ako ay hintayin
Sa tagpuan ako’y Iyong tanggapin

Poem for CCBC YAM Spark’s ‘Tagpuan’
25 March 2018


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Ang ningning ng bunga ay tumagos sa puso
Doon sa sinabi ang isip ay naglaro
Paano nga kung pangako nito’y matamo
At pagkamulat ay tuluyang magkatotoo

Sa hantad na pagsuway ay wala nang pagbalik
Nabuksan sa kahubaran, kasalana’y humitik
Maaari pa kayang sa kadalisaya’y manabik
Doon sa simula ang kaluluwa ay mananhik

Lugmok ang espiritung unti-unting lumamig
Bumaling sa sarili’t itinaboy Iyong bisig
Sa kabila nito’y ibinuhos ang ‘Yong pag-ibig
Walang paghinahon at wala ring pagkabig

Ikaw ang pag-asa na aking taglay
Ikaw ang init na nagbibigay-buhay

14 February 2018


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Eyes pierce into this darkness
Reaching slowly for a rail
Better yet a solid trail
A way out of this madness

Will you not call out our name
Hold these hands, steady the heart
From us to never depart
Pull us out this endless game

So let me pause, picture home
Take a break from tiresome news
Where east and west seem to lose
And dream of my king forever
Safe in the true hope I own

9 November 2016

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Sworn Bannerman

As I walked alone on a dark winding road
Repeating lines from a long forgotten code
Carrying on while the night turned cruel and cold
It came
And for a moment I suddenly grew old

Shaking and wandering, I was hopelessly lost
That path I once knew was all covered in frost
Did not know which bend would lead me back to you
Wondered if
Any mark could give me fraction of a clue

Cried out for a name but whose I was not sure
Did not know that my mind could only just endure
So much pressure – thus tiny cracks to form
Bringing it down
This broken spirit to despair would conform

Then I heard a hum from a crevice I saw
A faint melody yet familiar and raw
Ran to it with whatever strength I had left
My feet stopped
As I glimpsed what mystery that sanctuary kept

You were sitting on Your throne not a bit fazed
Knowing everything yet storing them all un-erased
Rainbows dimmed at the presence of Your majesty
Such as I to behold incandescent beauty

What am I but an incompetent warrior
Fighting but losing, unequal to my armour
To constant threat a whimpering coward
A liability
A living proof of mercy struggling onward

But You will grant me new strength as I march on
This battle I fight is one You’ve already won
I am Your servant and for Your house I shall die
I am Yours
And Your unfailing word I shall live by

1 October 2017
This poem is inspired by Isaiah 6:1-8.

For My 32nd Birthday

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Stand still, quick feet, stand still
Hold your ground till it is won
Change of sigil may be grand to don
But war is not yet over
And there are more to go on

Take arms, strong hands, take arms
Shield be held at the tower
The dragon breathes its dark power
But hope will not draw strength back
It shines the bleakest hour

Arise, worn soul, arise
Fight that long battle within
There also a struggle to win
But think not that you’re alone
For that’s where combats begin

Look up, faint heart, look up
Behold our banner unfurled
For though to dust this dream was hurled
But He hears my lonely song
And thus will it fly uncurled

3 May 2017

Whatever happens, all shall be well.
In You, my longing soul finds shelter.

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Beyond Sunset

Take me to yesterday
Where dreams lay
Flat on display
As if waiting
To save the day

Keep my back long upright
Holding tight
As dark winds fight
Ever piercing
Into the night

Calm this raging heartbeat
In my seat
Facing defeat
From sadness
Drenching the soul
Freezing my feet

Unveil these hooded eyes
Strip back lies
Cut rusty ties
My prison
Of doubts and fears
And slowly rise

27 January 2017

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The Cure

When light is no more to push the road wide
No happy thoughts left to dig up inside
Looking for reason where sanity died
Not enough strength to put worries aside

Pick up stones to buff rough edges shown
Spread wings and try to fly to the unknown
Reap pure joy where dried up tears have been sown
Reach for freedom and call it my own

Hope will drench this long parched soul
Your love to fill my empty bowl
Through this storm I shall take a stroll

10 October 2014

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The Purge

Catch my eye
Butterflies flapping
Fill the air with gravity
Mind slipping away
I am falling

Veins knotted
Gasping for air
This drug is poison to me
No point in trying
I am losing

Off my chest
Purge this wild thing
Let my heart be Your captive
My soul is wanting
I’m fighting on

Got to go
Out this old boat
Take a step to where You are
It’s Your voice calling
I’m moving on

Move my pen
Write them letters
Form words I dare not express
‘Cause I’m not staying
I’m pressing on

Hope reborn
Within my reach
Fix my eyes on You alone
Keep me from drowning
I’m dreaming on

18 August 2014

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Minsa’y binabalikan ang nakaraan
Di man sinasadya
Puso’y di maikubli ang ngiti
Waring naririyan lamang
Wala sa gunita
Hawak ang mga kamay kong
Naghihintay sa pagsabay sa bilang

Ngunit naisin mang tahakin pang muli
Hindi na aakma
Ika’y lumipas
Sanayin man sa nakagawian
Dalhin sa nakalipas
Hirap nang bumaluktot
O kumilos sa daloy ng musika

Hanggang pangarap na lamang kita, Mahal
Mithiing kumupas
Panaho’y di na magmumura
At doo’y lalagi ka
Sadyang mananatiling
Anino ng maaari pang bukas

16 March 2014



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Running for Real

It’s the 7th of December and it’s already past 6 in the morning.

So why am I still up? It’s because I wanna zap my energy empty so I can sleep early tomorrow – later today, that is. Tomorrow is a pretty big day.

The 8th of December 2013 marks the first-ever race I have fully committed myself to. Mind you, I’ll only be going for 10k. You see, I did not use to be into running. I’m new into this whole thing. I won’t even consider myself sporty, though some say I look like one – LOL. Well if you counted dancing as one then I would, but you can’t really.

I grew up not engaging into any kind of sport. I was scared of flying objects or falling down or getting injured. I couldn’t keep up with too many things going on knowing everything I did could affect the team. I also had poor hand-eye coordination. It was one of those things I couldn’t really excel at in school so I never really bothered getting good at it.

That gap sort of hit me right in the face when I got older and realised I couldn’t dance forever or do drills in civilian military training to keep on being physically active! I had to find me something I could love. Then, school finished and I went to the UK. The second family that hosted me there were all into some kind of sport. The head of the house is a marathoner (he ran the London and Snowdonia Marathons). He was the one who inspired me to dive into it.

When I got back I started dreaming. I wrote down ‘run a marathon’ as one of my wishes. I put my gear on soon afterwards but I immediately lost the will to carry on when my running buddy got busy. But things have a funny way of getting back, I suppose. Last year, a former professor told me about Milo R2 Apex. Sadly, the training season then was about to end. Even sadder, the next season was during summer which I knew for sure I couldn’t do. And then came the latter half of 2013 along with the bigger push to get back to it.

Now here I am – loving it. Thank God I have found something new I can be passionate about. I am grateful for the experience, the people I have met, and that place where I can be and hear His voice in the middle of all the madness around me.

Tomorrow, I am running for real.#

Running for Real

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