Showing posts with label poet kunyare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet kunyare. Show all posts

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Mortar and Pestle

C’mon darwin
C’mon lukayo
Sexy ladies in the grind.
Blow your best booty shakes!

- Clubbers' Guide Malate 2am April 5, 2009



Slam me,
Hit me,
Pound me
Against a stoned
surface
Against the gravity
of your every drop.
I surrender my essence
for you to know more.

Wednesday, July 5, 2006

Mint Poetry

I

Fore - Eye*

Light
shunned upon
you once
since then
you lost everything what
you believed in
because you thought
love can never find you again.

These days
you try to seek love
as we told you to do so
but you end up
wallowing in lust:
love sometimes knock
on your doorstep
but instead of opening
the possibilities,
you try to flood yourself
with cynicism.

Tonight you said
when love knocks again
when you feel that
you're starting
to open the
gates once more,
you'll just stick
your prick
like a weapon against
someone
who might hurt you again.

You said love
can never find you; you said you fear
that love
will leave you another scar like it did once...

Pare
you've become
close to a man-whore
now...

I tell you
love will never find it's way
when all you anticipate is that
you'll get hurt.
Love will never come
when all you can think of
is how to hold it back,
and drive yourself
into a frenzied,
libido-powered
lust.

11-05-2002

II

Untitled

Luntiang berdeng ilaw
tumatama sa aking katawan
sa dagat ng mga nilalang na hindi ko alam ang
planetang pinangalingan,
sa kabilang mundo kung saan
laman ang pinagkakaabalahan
sa nakakabinging sounds, kung saan
ako ay nagwawala
sa pagtama ng ating mga mata,
sa pagdaan ko sa harap mo,
sa pagpisil mo sa aking sentro
sa laplapang ginawa natin sa gitna
ng mga nagmamagandang tao
at sa muntikan mong pag-aya sa aking...

Pare ginising mo ako sa katotohanang
hindi basta basta simple yun.
Hindi man ako gwaping
o malakas ang dating.

pero
tangina
may karapatan pa rin akong
mamili ng aari sa akin.

9-21-2002

III

For Him**

I saw you there alone... so I approached you, you responded to my flirting signals and in a moment we're together like one-click lovers in that hell-forsaken club. After punishing my lips with those hormone induced kisses, I gave you a nice and slow. Such kisses are meant for someone close to my heart. You responded back. Finally, I thought.... this might be the one
a big brother figure
a seemingly stable partner...
I am beginning to think like Papu's buddy these days: "older buddies are stable partners." While we were dancing, while we were hugging, and while we were kissing I am treating you like you and I are one. I imagined small time dates; overnights in your place. Some things that rarely cross my mind when it comes to permanence. In that dream-state I was in utopia, picking up the scattered pieces I left during my rage. I was worried, you've seen me and my devious side. I was worried that...
And that worries became true. You said you were alone. You said... everything's ok. I said... God I found someone I could trust already; someone who could salvage whatever is left of my tattered humanity. In my dream-state in Mint. You told me you'll just buy a candy outside the bar. But Fuck, I saw you were downstairs with that friend of yours. You said you were alone. You said you hate your friend... Pero shit pare,
ginamit mo lang ako
kala ko totoo lahat yun
kala ko mapapagkatiwalaan kita
kala ko kaibigan mo lang sya...... yun pala
Buddy mo pala siya.
10-26-2002

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Itong mga tulang ito ay para sa isang kaibigan, na hanggang sa ngayon ay naghahanap pa rin at nagtataka, bakit wala pa rin siyang buddy.

* Three weeks after I wrote this poem. I met my first buddy at the same dancefloor where I first claimed such tragic fate. Love comes when we least expect it.

** The guy, for whom I dedicate this poem still roams the dance floor of BED until today. Still, even though he is now much older, whenever I see him, he seems to be perpetually lost... looking for someone who he will never find in this lifetime.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Cold Front

wala nang tatamis pa
sa simoy ng malamig
na hangin
sa madaling araw
matapos ang isang
panandalian at
pasundot na bugso ng ulan.

summer is over
rainy days are finally here.

Wednesday, February 1, 2006

At The Docking Station (Act Two)

Cyborg




And so, this is
how modern medicine
works: Doctors
prescribe medicines
that would regulate blood
pressure.
Countless fluids
passing through catethers
prolonging a life
that should have drifted
away.

Pacemaker makes
the heart beat that
even though the mind
is trying to shut itself already,
the muscle pumps toxic blood
that supplies oxygen
from the ventilator -
her artificial lungs
ever since her own
had collapsed.

Food passes through a
series of tubes that
now threatens to
occupy her entire sagging
mouth, her swollen hands
are already full of tiny
red holes from countless injections
and needle penetrations
no thanks to the ubiquitous
medical tests that must be
performed to her tired body.

Her kidneys had long
failed A dialysis machine
could do the trick...

but what for?

All we have now
is a souless zombie
destined to wait forever

Unless we give
her peace.

At The Docking Station (Act One)

Terminal



And so, the final days
have begun.
Like an nervous
family bidding a member
best wishes before
boarding the airplane,
we have gathered
to bid our goodbyes
and say our final thanks
and congratulations
for a life well lived... here

and a blissful life waiting ahead.

Like in a passenger lounge
of no return, we huddled
like soon to be orphans
for a mother that would
be leaving; heading
in a direction closer and
yet far away from home.

Who would have thought
saying goodbye is easy?
Who would have thought
the luggages would be this
heavy?

In a few moments
the carrier would be
docking and she
would be on her way
towards the airplane,
passing through the
main gate and into the
ticket booths.
Going to the immigration
office and waiting for
the last clearance
before she gets permission
to enter the final door.

And so, the final
days have begun
and here we are,
waiting for her flight
to be announced,

waiting in a
terminal full of emptiness.