Circle's End

A Ring! I saw the Light forming a Ring!
Standing on peak of the White Blade.
A Man! I saw his Blade!
Bending the Sun's rays.
Hexagon! The Sun seemed hexagon!
A very bad Omen rooted from Seer's vision.
Hands! Ten thousand emaciated Hands!
Waving cadavers in rotting pasture.
Fire! Lake of gnashing fire!
Covering, burning, gnawing.

I now am lain on heated rocks.
Caged within Gold Bars.
Cloaked by self-intoxication.

Burned skin.

Throttled throat.

Broken legs.

Broken jaw.

It's dark.
It is so dark.
The fire of hell's Torch logs through the window.

But wait...

Someone's knocking.
Someone's beyond the door.
It's opening-- and it's bright!
It's so bright.

The light...it's not coming from the fire.
It's coming form the Man!

"Stand, my lost sheep. Come with me."

Burned skin, regenerates.
Throttled throat, frees.
Broken legs, connects.
Broken jaw, assembles.
Infinite's end, finds.

My Healer.
My Savior.
My Master.
My Shepherd.

The Omega of my adversities.
The Alpha of my eternity.

A Puzzled Life

I am Nature's greatest miracle;

one of the Wonders of the World,

yet nature is only a mere part

of our moaning, prejudicial life.

This misanthrope of biting,

in this distraught, wrecked land,

where holding is a hideous crime,

where helping is abhorrent and refutable,

where standing is impertinence,

where loving is a subliminal hex,

I become a living, breathing puzzle;

to be arranged by everybody;

to be solved by none;

to be completed in forsaken time.

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Sa lahat ng naisulat kong tula, 'yan ang pinakapaborito ko (at 'yan din 'yung unang tulang naisulat ko ng malaya). Naisulat ko na sa Nuggets, gusto ko lang isulat ulit dito.

Wrath of Nature

It was a silent night
under a cloak of heavy clouds,
When three atrophied lights
shined in between my ancestors.
They spoke in non-innate sound, barely audible,
and then the lights stopped on moving...

My relatives piercingly shrieked, "HUMANS!!",
and we tried to escape on their grip,
yet we wouldn't, for we couldn't,
for we were designed to hold the ground
until the rest of our monotonous life.

I heard the falling of my neighbors--
they sang their desperate dirges.
One by one, the lights ate them,
and then the sky cried before the aliens fled away.

I was the only one living,
but worse than the burned others,
so from that day forth,
until the time comes,
I sincerely vowed my vengeance,
"I don't have mind t' think,
hands t' hold,
and needs t' fill,
but I do have wants t' grant,
roots t' hold,
and heart t' feel.
Imbalanced, as you are, o human beings!
Now rebellion has urged me t' do this thing,
and lo! you'll regret this--
I'll raise my roots from earth,
and let the rocks tumble against you!"

And now, my end has come,
usurped neighbors, see what I've become,
happy with where I am--
cut and drifted with water rage,
am together with stiffening humans,
with their rotten, exploiting pride and greed.