man in the fridge

watching the plane leaving,

and starts to learn counting;

through the calendar skimming.

days and night of uncertain waiting.

.

learned to understand physics;

by a matter of miles and timezone,

read through geography,

and day to day agony.

.

learned world history,

by holding dollars and foreign monetary,

the numbers add up,

to years of being lonely.

.

started to understand love,

through words spoken,

and all the words written,

carried by stamps….fading.

.

patience of waiting,

started to taste blank,

days, months and years,

gone to fast, seems like they are forgetting.

.

the children of the heroes

pay the price,

for the economy of tragedy

brought by poor economic policies.

.

wrote by the educated,

who cant decipher life from death.

as they call them heroes,

they children call them…parents.

.

noon, minsan

nalimutan…

babalikan,

tatawa, iiyakan.

bukas,

iisipin.

mabagal,

kapag inaabangan.

kanina,

lumipas,

parang noon,

matatandaan,

pero malilimutan.

na tulad ng bukas,

iisipin,

pero di pa nakakamtan.

parang ngayon,

na sadyang lumilipas,

pagkakataong lumalagpas,

saan,

kailan,

bakit,

kanino…

higit sa lahat.

PAANO?

while waiting for the sun to rise

with coffee in a cup,

sitting on the front porch,

patiently being there for nothing.

.

as the rooster cracks its sound,

morning is here,

but am still sitting,

what’s next…to where?

.

while the coffe turned cold,

my eyes are tired,

waiting, sitting, not knowing;

who or what is coming.

.

a thousand dreams unrealized

here in the front porch,wasted.

waiting for nothing,

still feeling that something is coming.

.

darkmau

MAlaya!