
7 years ago
through poetry
Attending the night gala before the 25th of Dec this year felt average. The seats were barely occupied, I wonder if its because of the weather? That's one, or probably just the location. I wonder what have happened to the prejudiced teens because they live to standby outside the church , flirting or texting instead of attending the mass. I wonder where are the vendors of the casa/households making puto-bumbong, bibingka, penoy at balot, we would definitely buy and lined-up for when the mass ended. Traditions are gradually changing the small details. Yet, the municipality streets remained the same.Christmas day is over! but the spirit lives on.
In a special place we reunited but this time I wasnt beside you.
I still sing, I still love the hymn.
You smiled back.
Mine directed to the man I chose.
I then realize, neither of our choices were wrong!
But those who left isn't privileged to execute the song.
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Taken : December 24
There are songs not written on score sheets.
Nor the truths printed on newspaper scripts.
Nor the President's services, we daily tell their addressed bullshits.
Will someone humbly apologize to him after his term?
There are things we see but we wouldnt execute. The men of the seas deserve better.
The moon grew jealous. He absorbed all the electricity, forcing you to watch him last night.