In war, there are no unwounded soldiers. 

-Jose Narosky

you never escaped my mind,
you with the feathered-pen
brown eyes and
beestung lips

there's refuge in the warmth
of your hands;
certainty in the tightness
of your embrace

we've been here
twice, love
but it is still the same old you
faded jeans
white shirt,
and a ransomed smile
which puts me off track
each time, everytime.

you with smallest set of teeth
that grits at the most stupendous
affairs,
and exults eagerly to a sight
of a newly baked bread
or a freshly brewed coffee

the world sets at your palms
and travels with you;
i want to watch you soar higher
like a blackbird in the midst
of the darkness and into the light

you’re forever in my pocket
blues-man ---


just keep rockin'. 








i miss you...

blackbird fly....

ay nanginginig. naririndi.

hindi ko alam kung saan ako
tutungo.

paikot-ikot lang.
parang mga salita mong
hangin lang ang laman.

nawa'y mahimlay na rin ako
sa katahimikan.