Lyrics and Poetry

Archive for February, 2015

Ikaw Na Lang Sana

Jose Malvar King
Title: Ikaw Na Lang Sana
By: Francis Moje

Bakit ‘di ko magawang limutin ka?
Bakit ba patuloy na umaasa?
Kung ako ang tatanungin, siguro iisa lang ang sasabihin,
Mahal kasi kita, kaya ikaw na lang.

Ikaw na lang, ang aking hihintayin,
Ikaw na lamang, ang aking iibigin.
Maguluhan man ang aking mundo,
Sa’yo ang buhay ko ay hihinto.
Ikaw na lang, ikaw na lang sana.

Bakit ba ako’y nahumaling sa’yo?
Siguro para sa akin, perpekto ang angas mo.
Nasasaktan dahil may iba ka na yatang mahal,
Ngunit ako’y maghihintay.

Ikaw na lang ang aking mamahalin.
Ikaw na lang ang papangarapin.
Hindi na maghahanap pa ng iba,
Pumuti man lahat ng buhok sa aking bumbunan.
Mahal kasi kita, kaya ikaw na lang sana.


Dream: Ash Fall (Part 02 of 02)

READ PART ONE? CLICK HERE.
Ash Fall
Ash fall was everywhere already — in the sky; covering the clouds, roof of every abandoned cars and houses; on streets; and on my truck’s windshield. The only reason I could imagine that time was a volcano erupted. But it still puzzled me why my younger brother told It SHOULD really HAPPEN.

I stopped driving in the middle of nowhere when I started seeing people walking from tents to tents gathering supplies, like boxes of can goods and gallons of water. They were all rushing as if the place didn’t have plenty of supplies.

As I park the car to check what their doing, I overheard the parking lot guard who was talking to another guard saying that his family was already missing. He even mentioned they were already taken. I became worried.

“Pa, do we really need to grab supplies here? I think we have enough.”

“We will grab a little bit more. Just stay here in the car.” He alighted the car and swiftly went to the tent filled with boxes of goods. My Mom never let her eyes off of him. I saw her worried and somehow praying.

“Where are we going from here?” I said while looking at the back mirror. My siblings were pointing out each other  with their eyes, arguing who would answer my question. So, I repeat my question.

“Uhm, we’ll go back to *******. That’s the safest place. All these things will disappear. Trust us with this.” my younger sister replied tapping my shoulder at the end of her line.

It didn’t last for long, my father went back to the truck with 2 boxes of can goods and a gallon of water. He threw everything at the back of the truck and signals me to start the engine. He got in the car and said, “Those are the only ones with long expiration. The rest will expire in 2 or 5 days. Good thing, I picked it up right away!” He sighs, “Now let’s go back to ******.”

*****************************************

Back to *******. I filled the tank full since it was a long drive going the place where we got the supplies and then all the way back. No explanation had still registered to me what was going and what’s the ash fall and everything-has-to-happen all about. I just followed every move and direction they wanted me to follow. I think I was the only one who didn’t have an idea about it.

“Leave the car here. Put a mark that says “******”. It’ll be safe.” My younger sister told me. And wrote the name of the place that also came out silent from her mouth.

“What’s going on in this place? Why is it called “******”?” I asked.

“You will find out soon.”

I pursed my lips and tried to cover myself so the ash fall would not go all over my head. My Mom stayed closer to my Dad as we walked toward a small village. The village was filled with Japanese-like old houses, and I thought it was an old resort. As we get closer to the big wooden gate, someone sneaked at us from the small whole right beside the gate. He rotated his eyes to see if were more than a group.

“Show your foreheads! Get your faces closer to the gate” Immediately with lift our bangs away from our forehead so could clearly see even the pimple marks I was trying to hide. “They are all clean. No marks. Let them in.”

When the gate opened, I saw gigantic smoke coming from the center of the village. It was the ashes. Inside there were will an old Japanese houses, but with more trees and vegetation in some area.

“How come you know this is the safest place?”

“We know, Kuya!” said my brother. But I still didn’t get what he meant by that. “Just keep quiet. Everything will be explained”.

*****************************************

I woke up in the middle of the night in the room those men provided us. I could see the glow of the fire coming inside the window, reflecting shadows on the ceiling. I was trying to build the puzzles they were telling me and what they were keeping secret to me. So I got up and checked the glass window, covered pen writing of the name of the place. When I turned my head, I wasn’t in my room anymore. I walked toward where the ashes was being sent to the sky.

As I get nearer and nearer, I could feel the warm and burning breeze of the fire and light. And then, I saw a drained Olympic-size pool — that’s where the burning things coming from.

I went closer and closer until I could clearly see what was producing all the ashes.

They were lots of people — the missing ones, the family of the guard I encountered when I was in the parking lot. There were like more or less a hundred pf them.

But they weren’t hurt or feeling any pain from the fire. They just continue moving around the pool. Some of them were eating, some of them were sleeping and the rest were praying. The fire, however, was coming right out of their skin. It turned their skin into ashes, but it was being replaced right away.

*****************************************

Then, I woke up in reality.


Dream: Ash Fall (Part 01 of 02)

Ash Fall
It was in the middle of the night when my Dad woke me up. He told me that we needed to evacuate immediately because there was a national emergency. He didn’t mention what kind of national emergency or where he got the info but he looked serious, so I got up quickly from bed and my father left the room.

When I got in to my senses, I noticed that there were some changes happened in my room, I felt like I was in a different house; but I didn’t mind that and just quickly headed to my wooden closet and packed every clothes I could get inside my back pack.

“Is everybody ready?” I shouted after finishing the packing.

“Why are you shouting? We’re going to pick up your brothers at ***** they are already waiting.” my Dad replied, hushing me to take my voice low. The place wasn’t clear to me. My Dad just mentioned it as if he just opened his mouth or there were some sort of bleep like a censorship in the movie. But I noded like I know where it was. He handed over my car keys (I have a car?).

I went downstairs and saw my Mom standing right beside the unfamiliar glass kitchen table with all her stuff prepared. “Are you ready, Ma?”

“Yes.”, she replied as she handed me a glass of warm water that she usually does every time I wake up. I starred at her eyes and saw that she was worried and still sleepy, but she guaranteed me with a worry-free smile on her face to tell me there’s nothing wrong. She grabbed all her stuff and went to the garage. I noticed that only me and my parents were in the house. I finally got the exact figure who my Dad was referring to earlier when he said “brothers”.
 
But what the hell is wrong?

Dear God…

Dear God,

Thank you for the most wonderful life you’ve given me. Thank you for my job, the food I eat, my family and friends who support me and others simple and great things that are happening to me. I thank you for the protection that you have given and for answering and giving hope to my prayers. Thank you for allowing me to write poems of different themes, for the knowledge that you’re giving me and, most especially, the talent that you lend me.

Every time I search the Internet to find inspiration about life, I see things that put pain in my heart and great conscience in my mind. I feel stressed every time I turned quiet with this things, but you’re giving me a way to vent this out by means of all things I write, that’s why I recover and go back to my normal life.

Lord, I pray for what’s going in the middle east, where people are being burnt alive, beheaded and killed in different ways. Most of these people are your people and I truly believe that you care for them. I could not write things about them because I don’t know what they feel, and I could not describe their face because I wasn’t there. But, Lord, I felt their fear and faith mixing together. Dear God, I know how it hurts you, although you’re strong. I know how these things make your knee fell to the ground, in spite that you are the greatest of all. I know, because you love them. And love always break if you see the people you love die or suffer or be at the horrible condition. Lord, hear their prayers. If all these things are destined to happen as far as the Bible is concern, let your people find you in the middle of the problem. Count their faith; not their fears. Count their worships; take note of their tears. This is not a command, O Lord. But I humbly ask your holy name of this.

For the people who are doing this, I don’t want to call them enemies. They might have purpose that we don’t understand or a demand that people misunderstood. I pray for them also that they might find satisfaction on great things about you, instead of this brutality. Remind them their loving families, so they’d stop putting blood of other people in their hands. Grant them great visions of their happy childhood, so they’d know good things that are better than crimes. Remind them of their mothers or fathers who carried them when they got sick or hurt, so they’d carry others too with care. Remind them of the first milk they drunk, so they’d remember the children they helped at some part of their lives, and never hurt children anymore. Support them with your love, so they’d know who you are to them. Fill their minds with fair judgment in that way they could spend their lives more with friends and those who love them, rather than spending life in fun with killings. Let them smell the sweet turkeys in oven, so they’d reject the smell of the burning people and never do it again. Grant them peace in their hearts and forgiveness, I pray.

For the people who you are calling your people, grant them peace in their hearts as well. We need more patience and strength and perseverance so the crave for revenge won’t eat us and love reign among us. Cure our differences so that we become one, as your body is one. Make us a good example by nurturing us with wisdom that would burst to the world and make them followers of you, not us. I pray that we surrender ourselves to you, and be focused on our faith that’d healing our mind, body and soul. Help us become you — patient, loving, just, healing, forgiving.

I prayed for those who already died. Let their soul find comfort in you. Let your promises wipe their tears as they look up from their graves, waiting for you. Let them see heaven and may you guide them there. Let their faith make them who you wanted them to be, and forget their shortcomings in Earth.

Lord, I am truly blessed with your mightiness and that you are what I called my God. Grant my prayers as you always do.

In Jesus’ Name I pray this. Amen.

– F


Clothes

Take off your clothes

Title: Clothes
By: Francis Moje

Come on here right beside me.
I want to be alone with you tonight.
Turn off the lights and stay.
Play the music; let’s sway.

I will do all the things we dreamed about,
Because I miss all these; I long for your embrace.
I will take all the risk for this kiss.
I need you now; please don’t away.

Your thoughts keeps lingering in my head.
I can still feel your soft skin on my skin.
Your firm lips on my lips
And your blush seen by my narrowed eyes.

Now, now that we have this chance.
Don’t let go of me, I am yours.
So please take a glass of wine
And talk all about us.

But I promised this to you right now.
No need to take off your clothes.
Just show me your smile
And let precious moments take us along.

————–

I’m open to co-write poems and lyrics. Just shoot me a message at ejomlexu[at]gmail.com or leave comment on my any poem. Have a great day!


Interlude: What I’m doing when I’m not writing?

Well, I got lots of work — busy as hell. I, however, still managed to write poems and lyrics because whenever my hands are free, I just grab my phone, open Evernote and type all the words I could think of.

But every time I write something, I need a separate time to proofread what I wrote before posting it. So, I keep my Evernote aside for the mean time and just launch this game called “Crossy Road” to refresh my mind and be ready for the meticulous reading.

It’s actually a crazy game available for both iOS and Android phones. All you need to do is to let the character cross safely the road without hitting by cars, trucks or obstacles, until you earn or beat your own high score.

I swear it’s very challenging!

wpid-screenshot_2015-02-25-21-55-56.png wpid-screenshot_2015-02-25-21-55-48.png wpid-screenshot_2015-02-25-21-55-28.png

You also can choose different in-game characters, like this Mad Wizard — my favorite. And you can purchase them with real cash or by just collecting coins during the adventure to get them. (They give free coins from time to time, I swear, so no worries of getting bored with the game with one character only).

It’s fun, colorful and addicting. You should try it too.

By the way, after writing this post, I will give way to this game and get back to re-read it.


Empty Chairs

Empty Chairs

Title: Empty Chairs
By: Francis Moje

Early morning, it’s traffic on the road.
Beep, beep here; beep, beep there.
I don’t care if it takes ages to get there.

I’m half awake, but already on my way to work.
I’d rather be there, typing on my keyboard.
I don’t care, though, as long as I’m preoccupied.

‘Cuz at home I feel so lonely.
I feel so tired but I can’t just sleep.
There so many spaces I can see,
Like those empty chairs…
I wish you were here with me.

I’m on my home, here we go again.
(They) walk, walk here; run, run there.
People busy with driving, but not with me.

I’m eyes are stressed (or depressed).
I’m gonna go writing here. Where’s my pen?
I don’t care, I guess I will memorize lyrics in the air.

‘Cuz at home I feel so lonely.
I feel so tired but I can’t just sleep.
There so many spaces I can see,
Like those empty chairs…
I wish you were here with me.