Got to Get Out of This

rocks, stones, rovier, boy, kids, children, water, beach

I know, I’ve got to get out of this

Run…

I know,  I’ve got to get out of this

Walk away…

I know,  I’ve got to get out of this

Turn from our wicked ways…

Only reason left to stay:

Your GRACE.

 

Sweet Sorrow Pt.I

Where have you been lately?

I’m waiting here,watching all the minutes pass

Hoping for just a glimpse  of you

There was never a moment

When I won’t look at you, hold your hand or

Kiss your lovely face

Huh,if only my mom didn’t wake me up…

I really wish you could see

Rivers flow out my pillow,

Knowing I have to sleep with roses in my hand

But I didn’t mind, they somehow gave a sweet sorrowful scent.

Falling has never been this bittersweet

When will you be back?

And when you get back can we start something this time?

As I lay again tonight

Will a soul dare to unchain these shackles?

The cold, I fear the cold

It’s the dark winter of the heart

Where even the strongest fail to survive.

Will you make it in time?

I’ve been praying for you while waiting for my train to arrive

I hope you’ll make it, 3 minutes, 2, 1

Last 10 seconds, 3, 2, 1

Maybe not now, maybe never will you ever be

Journeying with me in this train

Maybe in the next life

Just to let you know, I’ll still be waiting my only one.

Sweet sorrowful scent

Ants VS. ZOMBIES

If your purpose…in step…

(λζ) “Seconds, hours so many days. You got what you want but you’re lost in your ways.” As the song plays so does the bout between “Ants” and “Zombies” rage on.

(λζ) Daytime jobs against Graveyard shift careers. People of the sun alongside with nocturnal folk. On whose side are you? Probably, people in their mid-20’s had their share of working for both. Basically, they’re up to the ‘What’s-in-it-for-me’s” inside a specific company. Some groups choose daytime work; where you hit the bed early but wake up early with a trunk-load of pain/heaviness in the butt, before the rooster crows, you’re done growling.

(λζ) The perks and the fuller life might be on the daytime side, but surprisingly, there is an increasing number of fellows on the “dark-side.”  Benefits and great compensation deals awaits the champ who’ve gone past the hellish initial & final interview plus the nerve-wracking BC is a blockbuster and sellout hit. Then, you’ll get paid along with your well-deserved VLs, SLs, MLs and “PSLs.” (Planned Sick Leaves, tell me you’re an exception.)

(λζ) The truth of the matter is, we all just want to get the best out of this life. It’s essential that, your passions and dreams were met in whatever you did so far; your Creator gets the full credit on all the things He made you for, and everything you ever accomplished begins and ends in His grace. Then, there must be a definite choice made whether you’ll vouch for an 8- to-Fiver or a “Night-Shift” Job.

 (λζ) Working in your dream job and working to make a living are 2 different but still, similar things, if your heart is right. In the end, your life & purpose will be in step with radical living, taking your “λnt shoes” and “ζombie boots” a step further to the promise land.

A step further to the promise land

Sweet Sorrow PT. 2

Life. Death. Sun. Rain.

Days are so mundane..

Child. Elder. Seed. Tree.

Peculiarly circular is all you see.

Buses. Trains. Sea. Ocean.

Time is rapidly changing, here is gone.

Defenses. Aggression. Truth. Hoax.

One day you’re a genius, sooner…obnoxious.

Forever. a day. God. man.

Do everything with love as hard as you can

in this brief and great, sweet but simple life.

…in this brief and great, sweet but simple life.

October Rain

10-21-14 (3:15 PM @ Fieldwork in Payatas)

October Rain, you’re here again

Where Are You Going?

Where are you going? It’s easy to get lost in the city if you’re not used to the streets.If it has always been the same cycle, routine, are you going to be in the same flood of dissipation? People love being noticed and they love to notice other people.

There has always been an endless, constant longing for pleasure in this competition among each other: The rich vs richer and the one who has a  significant achievement which was earned through humility. Though the latter had no intentions of being noticed, he will soon get noticed. Soon, his friend, sibling or neighbor who is either envious or just plain evil, would also soon go after him and do him harm.

You are now thinking, “I just happened and, that’s it.” No purpose, no direction. Hurt. Sinned. Betrayed. Cursed at.Left alone. A nobody. Nothing. Never will be. Never even existed at all.

What’s more, there is a question in your heart, “What’s the point in all of these?” At first it was all that easy, it was not that hard at all. Life was just a game and we’re all these immortal players who never get tired, forever young who will never get old and will never run out of games to play. We were so young then, and so we thought.

As the day ends, you realize that nothing lasts forever and we’re all so temporary, so frail and mortal. In that case, you should be asking the right questions by now. Answering a question that cease you, “Where, are you going?” will urge you to find the map (Psalm 119:105) to guide you through the vast and wild city called “life.”

Para Kay Symphony

     I. Para Kay Symphony

     Choot-choot! Teka mali.  Bring us back pls.  Honk-honk! Sound effects ng speeding LRT2 galing Legarda Station na may converse history advertisement sa gilid nito.  Meet me, Red, isang singer sa isang Christian Radio Station na nag-pplay ng astig na songs ng hillsong, planetshakers at iba pang CCM.  Sa una ay alternativerock Christian songs ang hilig tulad ng switchfoot,kutless,pillar,12 stones,august burns red,flyleaf,Jeremy camp, hawk nelson,relient k,jars of clay, at parachute band na sikat sa kantang “forever&always” at “kiss me slowly.” Biglang nag-iba ang ihip ng hangin at bigla rin akong nag-iba ng genre.  Nag-Christian/RNB music ako.  Napansin kong nag-iba ang boses ko at nag-transform ala Guy Sebastian/JayR/Ne-yo ala The Katinas ang timbre.  Sinubukan ko ang ganitong klaseng genre at pumatok nga sa madla.  Lalong nauso ang Christian RNB.

  Pero sa loob ng LRT2 train,sa may violet-colored seat,doon sa tabi ng fat-goteed fella na may SAVED t-shirt self-confessed Christian rocker,sa loob ng airconditioned coffin w/ wheels,nagtatago ang frozen heart thirsty to sing “I will be here” to someone I had never met.  TheOne, ONE, Eve, at kasama sa pagtanda.  Sana,di na tumigil ‘tong tren.  O kaya,mag-rapture na para di na mahirapan ang mga single na tulad ko sa paghihintay sa isang tao na kailanma’y di na darating. Buong sigh ko.

  Lagi naman akong nag-ppray.  Nakasama na ko sa egr.  Matagal na rin akong nasa Music Ministry,wala pa rin siya.  Tinry ko lumapit at magpahiwatig,pinayagang makapasok sa buhay nila,wala pa ring tao  na gusto akong makasama sa habambuhay.  Lord,anung mali?Ako ba?

  “Anonas Station,arriving at Anonas Station.”paged the machine.  Bumaba at bumili ako ng siomai at dinamihan ang chili garlic dahil favorite ko. Mainit ang klima,ang araw parang vicks vapor rub ang epekto sa katawan.  Ang mga halaman,patuloy sa photosynthesis na nagpr-produce ng chlorophyll. Pero my heart,heartbeat/beat/beat/beating..beats no more.  Pano ko dadatnan,o,pa’no ako madaratnan ng love.  PAG-IBIG. May himig. May symphony.  Symphony Lim,19,Lot86 Duhat 25^th St. Pag-ibig,Q.C. Quezon City Christian University sabi sa I.D. Tumutusok ng siomai,nag-uumapaw ang chili garlic sa siomai.  Sabay, tumakbo papasakay sa jeep dahil late na ito sa 2^nd subject sa Conservatory of Music where she’s studying.

     Tulala.  Nganga. “Mukha ng kawawa di’ na makatawa dahil lumisan ka.  Bumibilis ang tibok ng puso, paningi’y lumalabo: di’ na ko makahinga.  Pls. naman wag mo naman akong iwan,” ang mga salita at himig sa isip ko. Bagyo.  Sa PUSO:  dumadagundong;  kumikidlat;  lumalamon sa bayan ang mga baha ng luha ko, ang aking sawing puso – kailanma’y di na babalik sa dating kristal na anyo.  Ngunit sa gitna ng madilim na silid,kung san nagkukubli siya sa malakas na ulan…nagtatago ang saya. Ang aking sinta, si Kalee. “11 years is long enough, to make a guy, insane. You make me insane, Kalee.   Alam kong matatapos din ang unos. Tibok. Bilis. Tibok. Habol. Hininga.  Lakas. Loob.  Hanapin ang bukas.  Kalimutan ang lumipas na di na babalik pa.  Minahal kita kahapon. Mas mahal ko siya ngayon.  Magmamahal ako, bukas.  In Jesus Name, Amen. “…through the good and the bad and the ugly…”sabay turn off sa ipod.

egr(ee-ji-ar)- Encounter God Retreat; isang seminar o camp upang mawala ang bad spirit at kasamaan sa loob mo

CCM(si-si-em)- Christian Contemporary Music;  uri ng musikang pang-inspirasyon na medyo relihiyoso na medyo may personal touch ng artist

II.    Orange in the BLUES

     “Hello,hello,hello hello; don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry oh hello.”(Navi,well done mp3), sumakay ulit ako sa Lrt2, may nagtatagong saya sa lungkot. Nakatingin ulit sa bintana. Sa mga ulap.  Nangangarap.  Naghahanap ng bakas ng “love.” “Blag!” Nahulog ang isang dilag sa pagkakatayo sa lakas ng inertia ng tren.  Nakakulay orange itong blouse at mukhang may lakad. Si Symphony ito.  Bigla ‘kong napalingon. Nabuhayan.  Tinamaan. Tinulungan ko ang dalaga at itinayo sa pagkakabagsak. “Miss,okay ka lang?” “Weirdo!” sagot ni Symphony sabay ngisi sa’kin. Para bang dalawang bituing nagkabanggaan ang aming mga mata. May mga fireworks sa paligid. Lahat ng pictures sa pader ng Lrt2,may korteng puso.

May himig ang “Arriving…arriving…arriving.” Ang dala-dalang papers ng dalaga ay nagkahulog sa lapag. Puno ito ng mga musical notes na pag-aaralan niya sa school. Kumuha ako ng ilang papers patago dahil paborito ko ang dalawa sa mga musical scores dito.  “Sana mapag-aralan ko din yang kinuha mo no?” buong tawa ni Symphony sabay lakad ng mabilis dahil may hinahabol uli itong oras. Tumigil ang mundo ko. “Tick-tock, tick-tock.” Haay! Huli na rin ako sa recording! Kung may isang magandang nangyari sa pagka-late ko, yun ay ang nakita ko ulit si siomai girl. Ang ganda niya. Ang ngiti. Ang tangkad na taglay. Sana makita ko siya ulit.

6:18 PM . Heto ako, nasa house ng isa sa mga best friend ko nung high school. “I used to carry the weight of the world. Now, I just want to spread my wings and fly.” Naalala ko yan bradz sa isang eksena sa movie . Ngayung may inspirasyon ka na, you’re ready to fly. Yan ang comment ni Jhong, kababata ko na kasama ko pa nung naliligaw pa ko sa mga gubat ng mga hayop na nag-iiwan ng malaking butas sa dibdib na animo’y sugat na di na maghihilom. “Bradz.” Yan ang tawag niya ngayon sa akin ngayon going straight na siya sa buhay. Bassist na nga pala siya sa Music Team nila. “Kailan mo ba nakita yung si—si—Sipunin? Symposium? Synonym? Anung name nung “Beloved” mo bradz? buong pag-uusisa niya. “Symphony, men.” pabulong kong sinabi. Di ko kasi alam kung makakausap ko pa yung heart-stopper girl na yun. Nakakakunsume. Masaya ako pero malungkot at the same time. “Men, darating pa kaya siya?” pag nakulitan na sakin si Jhong mamen di ko na siya gagambalain sa worship practice niya. “Sabi nga bradz, Wait. Hingi ka ng sign. Tapos, loosen up. Di mo na nabibigyan ng time talaga sarili mo. Talented ka nga, mukha ka namang baduy na artist sa suot mo. Try mo mag-ayos. Taz, lagi ka naka-ismid! Alam mo bradz, may bungi ako sa left front teeth dahil sa gingivitis kaka-smoke ko dati. Smile, bradz. Sabi nung mga youth na girls maganda raw ngipin mo. Crush ka nga ni Smiley, yung nag-training para maging worship leader dahil nginitian mo siya nung kumanta kayo dati sa Friday Service. Be yourself. Kahit magkalayo pang mundo niyo ni Synonym o kung sinuman yun, pag will Niya, magkikita’t magkikita kayo.” sabay lipat ng radyo sa news update sa a.m. station. “Maulap po ang ating kalangitan at may kaunting pagkulog at pagkidlat tayong daranasin. Maari pong magdala tayo ng payong kung tayo’y magbyabyahe…”

Hmmm. Malamig ah. Makabili nga ng mami ni mang Jan sa labas. Pag ganitong makulimlim masarap kumain at humigop ng mainit na sabaw.

                                                                                                                                                       

                                                                                                                                                                           III.RECONSTRUCTION 101

“Honk!” Ay crap! Muntik na ko dun ah. May van na humaharurot na parang wala ng bukas. Buti nakaiwas ako. Lutang na naman kasi ako. Kagagaling ko lang kasi sa Music Studio kung san nagrecord ako ng songs para sa debut album ko. Not to your servant, but Yours alone is the glory. “Buggh!” Okay 2 pts! Kanina van ngayon naman, ikaw!’  “Sorry, I apologize. Di kasi ako tumitingin sa dinadaanan ko.”  “Symphony?” (to be continued…)

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KALAM

Sa may di kalayuan walang may alam

Ng kahahantungan ng pamilyang kalam

walang sinuman ang may sardinas sa tiyan

pawang medyas na butas ang kanilang kaluluwa

Kapag umaga, sermon ang almusal

Sa tanghali, diyaryo-bote ang kalakal

bago mapunan ang kumakalam na tiyan

kailangan munang kili-kili ay pawisan

Sa pag “takatak” ng walang humpay

hanggang sa ang ulo’y ngalay na ngalay

di alam kung may kapirasong barya

na maibibigay at iaabot sa ka kanya

Kung magbabalik-tanaw, di maikukubli

“Kalam” ay narito lamang sa ating tabi

Kahati sa ligaya, hapis at ulan

Isang magandang sagot sa tanong ng Maykapal

The Light Behind the Big Tree

When it was night time it had a great glare

I never knew it was the light behind the big tree

Light became the life of me behind the tree

Made me think, I’ve got to make haste, not waste time.

 

To reach for the beam, grope for those crystal eyes

For never again will there be such a wondrous sight

Elevate, burn, dock, swim, laugh, love, eat, surf, die

But most of all, live like you’ve never lived before.

 

For when the light leaves, it will never come again

You would hope it would, “but it’s just around the bend.”

So get up, find your light behind the big tree

Find that butterfly and the big fat squirrel

saying,” come and fly and climb up and down, make haste.  Be both slave and free.”