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No Time


What about you?

Leisure by W. H. Davies

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.


by Hughes Mearns

As I was going up the stair
I saw a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door… (slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away

I am still here

Pearl Jam – Eddie Vedder


Nothing is certain in this world.
So I decided
To draw a straight line and move ahead.
I said,
One line, just straight ahead
This is my destiny.
As nothing is certain and
Life is full of ironies
I came back again
From a long journey
Of forging ahead
I ran in circles
For that good memories
I left behind.
Where is that start?
Where must it end?
Round and round
Still going
On that jaded line
Out of the beaten paths
I just charted my way
And not my destiny.
The beginning is now the end
And the end of what seemed as a straight line
Begins again, today.

we should

if i could
then i would

if you could
then you would

if we could
then we would

if i could
if you could
if we could
then we should

wala lang. ha ha ha

Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint

Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.

If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.

— Federico Garcia Lorca

Just because I am …

You don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows. – Bob Dylan

Sabi ng tatay ko
Gwapo ako
Sabi ng nanay ko
Of course
Sabi ng asawa ko
Sabi ng mga nagging girlfriends ko
He is so
You know.
Sabi mo magaling ako
Sabi ko
Yan ang opinyon mo
Sabi nila
Sira ulo ko
Sabi ng marami
Sino ba sya?
Sabi ng mundo
Does he exist?
Pero alam nyo
Di nyo naman talaga ako kilala
Sino nga ba ako?
Tama ba tatay ko
Tama ba nanay ko
Tama ba asawa ko
Tama ba nagging girlfriends ko
Tama ba sabi nila
Tama ba sabi ng karamihan
Tama ba sabi ng mundo
Tama ba na di nyo ako kilala
Siguro nga

Sa huli
Sino nga ba ako?
Kahit ano ang sabihin nyo
Kung sino ako
Alam ko na yon
Noon pa
Matagal na
Dahil ako
Ay hindi
Di rin pwede maging Darna
Kasi straight ako
Kung sino man ako
Ang alam ko
Ako ay tao
Sa puso
Sa isip
Sa salita
At sa gawa.

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