Catch Me if You Can

Brace. Check.
Wheelchair. Check.
Game face. Check.
Look likes everything is set.
Open the gates,
gather all media you can get
I've done this all my life,
I can always pretend,
Ive done that in '04
I can always defend
myself through the lawyers
I can rent and pay
there is nothing you can do
I can always get away
before I get convicted
for the things that I've done
Farewell Philippines,
I'll be long gone.

When I entered into politics,
I have killed since
my litte Jiminy,
who rants about my sins.
Without that little prick
I never had to bother
nor think about the country
nor the rights of others.

What's more,
I'm lucky for sure
my nose does not lengthen
when I tell a lie or four.
All I'm now missing
is a low rider for the show
'cause I own
the "Lie, Cheat, Steal" phrase
not Eddie Guerrero.

No one can stop us,
not even two nor three,
not even four,
and not Lima definitely.
I have the SC behind me,
with all my midnight appointees
But wait,
who the hell is this Pasay RTC!

No warrant can defy my
plans of wanting to fly
Singapore, Hong Kong,
Turkey and back,
'Yes we can!'
Ramona and I
will say it with Barack.

I'll pull a Leonardo on all of you,
you'll be wondering where I went,
I leave you a note saying
I have gone, and I'll repent
This time I really will,
This is really real, 
I'll put my life on the line,
For when I die,
I'd lie still.

But sick or well,
I won't care about hell
I'd will not comeback for you all
All we have to lose,
is Atty. Topacio's balls after all.

Beauty I

I never had a concept of Beauty
it's hard to define
I thought for a time,
its essence was only mine.
But a lot has changed,
since that fateful day,
a witch changed my looks,
it then changed my ways.

Through a broken mirror,
I try to think,
about the past, the present
and what should have been
The mistakes I've made,
the unwise decisions
I remember them all,
through Reflection. 

From the best, to the Beast,
I am now wanted least,
hidden down in the crypt
where my secrets are buried deep.

And then came a maiden,
she wandered in the woods,
her smile shines in the dark,
her voice was just as good
as chirps in the morning spring
I felt a different ring,
with my heart fast beating,
I found my self staring. 

But the beast in me was defying
while on the edge I kept fighting
to succumb not to the urge of falling,
to that fucking
awesome feeling.

Belle. Her name.
More than beautiful than Notre Dame's,
she was not in a tower high,
but within my reach and gaze
She need not ring to call attention
Just her eyes, merits my affection
Though not a jewel decorated her,
not a gem can compete with her.

I'm luckier than Quasi,
and all his gargoyle friends,
all they have
is a fake bell to defend.
But at least they can all it their own,
one they can touch and hold
one they can truly care
all I can do is stare.

Leaving Neverland

Leaving.
Isn't it an awkward feeling?
To act like everything is alright but deep down you're just trying
to be okay, to seem fine like nothing ever happened
but you know you will leave some people still disappointed.

Still you know its better this way,
to create a path of your own with no one else to blame
but yourself on wherever you might end up
Be glad these tough decisions will help you grow up.

You may feel like Peter Pan
wandering around searching for a better place than Neverland
You will leave your wild "boys" behind, and its sad
but unless you leave, you'll never mature on that island

Comfort zones have a funny way of making us mediocre,
where there are no challenges, we become weaker
contentment comes faster,
complacency then becomes a factor,
without any accomplishments, we somehow feel better.

But when you sleep at night, before you close your eyes,
you think about the progress, what was done during the time
you spent over the past weeks
you spent over the past days,
then you ask, are you now better than yesterday?

This is the insatiable need of man,
The emptying of the cup, learning a new craft
But the pursuit of perfection, and honing of the wit
is not as rewarding with no one to share it with.

So as you find niche, find your place,
Leave Neverland, push to be great
wherever you may land, strive to do well,
But dont forget your partner:
Your own Tinkerbell.

Ang Tula. Bow.

Ang hirap pala.

Bakit nga ba ang hirap gumawa ng tula?
Kadalasan nito hanggang simula
lamang ang nasusulat, hindi natatapos
parang gustong kumanta, pero paos.

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Oh diba?
Hanggang doon lang ang kayang saklaw,
ng utak kong para nang ampaw
walang kwentang talata, sobrang babaw,
Hay. Tang-ina. Bow.