IGME Files

Hi there everyone!  It’s been a long breather from posting here.  I had some issues posting more personal stuff about myself, because I’m a ‘private’ person.  A good friend prodded me to write about more of my creative works instead.  So, when I saw scraps of paper in my unoccupied original room yesterday, I read about myself again almost five years when it was written.  Maybe this is is fate’s answer revealing itself never to lose faith on something that there’s someone right for me. 

The poems below were done in my solitary presence outside the UP Main Library steps in one cold evening, drining coffee perhaps.

UNTITLED

In the hope that I see you,

the crickets chirp songs

Longing to see us together

– that I may have the courage to get near you.

Speak.  Speak to me as if I’m the only one

in the crowd.

Smile, though the words is against

your own will.

– Touch me, though the most frail of bones

ache you.

I know the essence of us is to be together

Like the trees that bloom in its roots

and find their way back to it.

Like the water in the stream that waits its day

back to the ocean.

– January 4, 2001, 6:30 pm

And…

WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS

When the coconut leaves spread their being

to the sky,

When the bamboo shoots stand out at its peak

and curl up when they rest

When the clouds play around,

And make creatures out of its weight.

When an angel stops to play and no longer watches

the shadow he’s guiding…

When I am weak I could see myself you

lifting up my spirits

When I am sad, your touch sends me to your gentle,

reassuring signals

When I am frightened, you see the light outside

of my dark tunnel

When I am angry, your words speak of nothing

but a silent disposition.

What the future holds of us is just but a dream

Waiting to unfold.

– sometime in early January 2001