Like over-aged children,
we opened pot after pot of paint...
When I went
deep, deep into the water...
...you then smiled,
with your rotting teeth showing...
Sa sayaw na nilaan
para sa madla...
The seed of friendship has
been planted in the ground...
Do they deserve names?
Do they even care...
A snap shot of time like a dew drop gathering the...
comes crashing in defining all that happened...
So, I began writing one more
As today my emotions are on the shore...
We have been
friends since...
There's something really funny,
About how time...
Little birdie in a cage,
little birdie i wrote a page...
Between realizing our dearest hope
or facing a disappointing outcome...