Mga Tula Ni Musikero

[Musikero]

Mabuhay and welcome to my thread. Read on, dear Reader.

[Musikero]

if i could i would

strip me of my fake smile
and careless stance,
and my artless art of walking
like everything's cool under
the blistering sun...

but then i might have nothing left
to call me

a sin of pride, to be sure - to
keep this pretense, but
pride is something undeserved
where i'm concerned

for i am always
as i've always been

the laughing fool.

[Musikero]

we all be looking for the next high:

in churches and synagogues
in red light districts

in shopping malls
and cafes and restaurants

in hollywood and the 'hood
in record stores and theatres

the next diet and the next exercise
(oh you do yoga? i do pilates and i only eat
plants)

and the next big star
and the next big hit

we got self-help books
by self-appointed gurus...

HELL! YOU KNOW WHAT?

stick the needle in your arm
and you go to heaven
along with the tv evangelist
booming out:
I'VE GOT HOOOOLLLLYYYY GHOST POWER!!!!!!!
and yeah, in the end
they all say the same thing
and they promise the same thing
and why not?

we all be looking for the next high
and we all look for it
admit it or not
know it or not

smoke it

snort it

drink it

eat it

pray it

wish it

think it

and oh yeah: FUCK IT!

let's all get high.

[Musikero]

I
So this is how it's meant to be
And so this is how it ends
A melancholy destiny
Do I still have to pretend?

*Well I hate the world today
And I don't feel ashamed to tell you this
'Cuz I know you'll understand

That there's nothing left to say
Yeah I do believe I've told you everything
I hope you understand

That I'm only human
Only human
Human - my friend

II
Well this is not my cup of tea
I hate the way this story ends
My melancholy destiny
And I don't want to pretend

*Because I hate the world today
And I don't feel ashamed to tell you this
'Cuz I know you'll understand

That there's nothing left to say
Oh I do believe I've told you everything
I hope you understand

That I'm only human
I'm only human
I'm only human
Human - my friend

(Instrumental, then repeat II)

*Because I hate the world today
And I don't feel ashamed to tell you this
'Cuz I know you'll understand

That there's nothing left to say
Oh I do believe I've told you everything
I hope you understand

**That I hate the world today
And I don't feel ashamed to tell you this
'Cuz I know you'll understand

I've got nothing left to say
Oh I do believe I've told you everything
I hope you understand

I hope you understand (8x)

That I'm only human
My friend.

[Musikero]

This is a song I wrote a few weeks ago. The way I write songs is different from the way I write poems since I have to fit the former to a melody. Sadly, I possess neither the technology nor the know-how to let you hear my song.:(

[Musikero]

lurking here behind my eyelids
is your face, before you left

lurking here beneath my skin
is our last embrace

and under the cracked pink of my lips
are your own:

a painful kiss, a drunken thorn laced
with sugar

a loving kiss that broke
my armor-clad heart

with the tenderest
of brushes

a final kiss, one last before
you turned away.

[Musikero]

Fear not, dear Reader! 'Tis not the end. I shall be posting more of my poetry here. I shall also include some of my old poems from my former thread that so mysteriously and tragically disappeared last May.
Until then,

"Adieu, adieu. Parting is such sweet sorrow."

[Musikero]

my mouth longs
for the taste
of sticky green

buds rolled in
paper. if i
could i would

smoke my jeans
and my wallet
too and then

i'd be walking
cool down the
sidewalk smiling my

happy stoner smile:
eyes squinting red
jaws aching blissfully

marley in my
head, and we'd
sing a duet

in g major
(g for ganja,
know what i

mean?) and then
come crashing down
in gratitude for

getting to glimpse
heaven's doors for
a single moment

mmm...if only!

[Musikero]

Lalaki:

Bolahan ‘tang duha

Tungod kay Manama

Sa atong pagila-ila

Sa atong pagila-ila





(sings this stanza five more times)Babaye (singing counterpoint after Lalaki's second repetition):


Akong hinigugma

Akong pinalangga

Gikan kay Magbabaya

Gikan kay Magbabaya (repeats this stanza four times)


Lalaki:



Bolahan ‘tang duha

Babaye:

Tungod kay Manama

Sa atong panag-uban

Sa atong panag-uban

Lalaki:

Bolahan ‘tang duha

Babaye:

Tungod kay Manama

Sa atong panag-uban

Sa atong panag-uban

Lalaki:

Akong hinigugma

Babaye:

Akong pinalangga



Silang duha:

Gikan kay Magbabaya

Gikan kay Magbabaya

Lalaki:

Akong hinigugma

Babaye:

Akong pinalangga

Silang duha:

Gikan kay Magbabaya

Gikan kay Magbabaya...

Hummmm.........

[Musikero]

Okay, this is what it all means in English:

Bolahan 'tang duha
Tungod kay Manama
Sa atong pagila-ila
Sa atong pagila-ila

Blessed are we both
By Manama
In our meeting
In our meeting

Akong hinigugma
Akong pinalangga
Gikan kay Magbabaya
Gikan kay Magbabaya

My beloved
My dearest
(A gift) From Magbabaya
From Magbabaya

Bolahan 'tang duha
Tungod kay Manama
Sa atong panag-uban
Sa atong panag-uban

Blessed are we both
By Manama
In our union
In our union


Definition of terms:


Lalaki - Man, male.
Babaye - Woman, female.
Manama/Magbabaya - God, Supreme Being. Both names are used interchangeably.
Silang duha - "Both of them". Duha means "two", and sila means "them".
Gasa - Gift. Roughly translated, the title of this work is "God's Gift".

[tripRBYday]

You are a good artist, to bad I can't hear the music behind your words, I like The Next high. I'm impressed that you used your other language to create songs. If you get into poetry that goes with music you should look my stuff up.

[Musikero]

Thank you. I wish I knew how to let you hear my songs.

[Musikero]

Gasa Ni Manama is a work in progress. I wrote it for a dance-theatre production that I'm planning for next year.

[Musikero]

i'll stay in the rain
to cover my tears

and smile

as i go inside.
no, you cannot

share my pain
i forbid it! let's not speak of it

anymore.

far easier it is to play
the part of the epitome

of cool

with my laughing eyes
and killer smile;

with my

rain-soaked face
dripping unseen tears

unto my shirt.

[KittenX]

Sad! But I know how that is, actually I believe I was doing something like this just a few days ago, hiding myself to prevent the other person from worrying...

[KittenX]

my mouth longs
for the taste
of sticky green

buds rolled in
paper. if i
could i would ....etc

Awesome poem!! I loved it..loved the style the words, everything! :sunglasse

[Musikero]

Sad! But I know how that is, actually I believe I was doing something like this just a few days ago, hiding myself to prevent the other person from worrying...
Nice to know someone understands.:) I'm okay now. I've found working with children to be therapeautic.

[Musikero]

Manama! Manama!

everything comes
from you and returns to you
in a heartsong

and so i give you my heartsong
straight from my faglung
where my fingers dance-create

the divine sound
that travels from vibrating strings
to sympathetic ears

and i offer my heartsong
as a tribute to you
and your blessings:

here's to life and all its idiosyncrasies!
here's to humanity and all its ironies!
here's to the world and all its tragedies!

and here's to you and all your comedies!

[KittenX]

here's to life and all its idiosyncrasies!
here's to humanity and all its ironies!
here's to the world and all its tragedies!

and here's to you and all your comedies!

I really really liked that!! It just sounds so..optimistic. :cool:

[Musikero]

This is my first cigarette
of the day
My first nicotine fix
of the day

And yes my lungs are
protesting
And my arteries are
surely shrinking

Once more, as the
dizziness takes me
For a brief moment
relieves me

Though I die a
thousand little deaths
And I cannot count
How many more breaths

I'm losing each day
Each day I kill this man
Each day I practice
Being a Marlboro man.

[Musikero]

killing time is a hobby
i've almost forgotten
in the mad rush
of busy days and nights,

and the frenzy of running
in the ratrace
has given me temporary amnesia.
i've almost forgotten

what it's like to wake up
late in the day,
buried blissfully in soft pillows
and blankets,

and do nothing
but nothing.

[littleskinny]

killing time is a hobby
i've almost forgotten
in the mad rush
of busy days and nights,

and the frenzy of running
in the ratrace
has given me temporary amnesia.
i've almost forgotten

what it's like to wake up
late in the day,
buried blissfully in soft pillows
and blankets,

and do nothing
but nothing.Big smiles! This is an old one I've read before, but still love it...especially as today is Monday and I have the week off!!!

And I welcome the return of the Marlboro man too !

[KittenX]

That is a lovely poem and describes how I feel right now perfectly. (Though I wish I didn't feel this way!) Thumbs up!

[Musikero]

the burden of the daily grind
is a million pounds less
than your voice on the phone
with the questions
that beg to be asked
and the uninvited memories
that demand remembering

ah numbness...blessed numbness!

small talk is the highway to
awkward conversation
so i choose silence over words
and i throw myself to the
whirlwind of office hours
that i be swallowed up
tossed this way and that
bruised but unfeeling

am i still your friend?
maybe...

but the burden of the daily grind
is a million pounds less
than your voice on the phone.

[osiris]

killing time is a hobby
i've almost forgotten
in the mad rush
of busy days and nights,

and the frenzy of running
in the ratrace
has given me temporary amnesia.
i've almost forgotten

what it's like to wake up
late in the day,
buried blissfully in soft pillows
and blankets,

and do nothing
but nothing.
indeed, lest we forget: numbness is still a feeling.

much love :)

[fulmah]

small talk is the highway to
awkward conversation
so i choose silence over words
and i throw myself to the
whirlwind of office hours
that i be swallowed up
tossed this way and that
bruised but unfeeling
this stanza is just brilliance! i relate so well, and each line is a finely wrought thing, images presented so sharp and eloquent use of language. this was quite the powerful piece, for me... thanks for sharing this gem!

[sylvanlightning]

the divine sound
that travels from vibrating strings
to sympathetic ears

and i offer my heartsong
as a tribute to you
and your blessings

Cheers. Wonderful sensitive work abounds here. So refreshing to hear a sincere heartsong.

[littleskinny]

the burden of the daily grind
is a million pounds less
than your voice on the phone
with the questions
that beg to be asked
and the uninvited memories
that demand remembering

ah numbness...blessed numbness!

small talk is the highway to
awkward conversation
so i choose silence over words
and i throw myself to the
whirlwind of office hours
that i be swallowed up
tossed this way and that
bruised but unfeeling

am i still your friend?
maybe...

but the burden of the daily grind
is a million pounds less
than your voice on the phone.

that beginning and end is great! Good work, my friend!

[Musikero]

Glad you all liked it. :)

[Musikero]

have coffee with me

you in the smoke-filled cafe we both love
i in this resort i now work in

i in the middle of an ocean of trees
you in the middle of a puddle of people

i bet you're having cappuccino (with the cinnamon smiley face on top)
smoking lucky strike after lucky strike
your mind wandering

i'm having instant coffee (i get it for free here)
smoking lucky strike after lucky strike
my mind wandering

coffee and cigarettes in two places
tonight i will dream of having
coffee and cigarettes with you once more.

[Musikero]

here i sit
the mountain air
seeping under my denim jacket
the nth cigarette
burning slowly in my hand
there are things to do
plans to make
a veritable sea of...ah but
still!
still i find myself
mentally traveling
back to yesterday
when everything was possible
and we could do anything
and our dreams were
bigger than the mountain
and the weed was sweetened
by our camaraderie
and our cares had yet to
weigh us down

do you remember?

we were a flock of birds
soaring
flying
riding the wind
our hearts beating to one song
but fate had other plans
and the wind became a gale
that struck us full force
and we all flew away
and our flock was no more

do you remember?

the happiest memories
can cut like a knife
and i have so many
unseen scars on my psyche
and the weight of my cares
makes it hard to fly
because i remember
the good times
and oh, how they sting!
night after night
as i lie beneath the covers
with several glasses of red wine
in my head
here's to the good times that now are
memories that cut as they caress

i remember
do you?

i still smoke the sacred herb
it is still sweet
but it now has other flavors
that color the overall taste
and sting the tongue
but i still smoke the sacred herb
in remembrance of our time
in remembrance of our gang

do you remember?
i do.

[Musikero]

A red and orange crumpled leaf

Crosses my path



Wind in my ears

Singing



Wind messing my hair



My jacket is a



Sail



Lovers in the shadows

Whispering without words



Many faces



Pass



In the distance starlight



In the city’s windows

Smiles at me.

[Musikero]

I

A quiet autumn day in Tokyo...
...is a luxury I have denied myself
a treasure I have dug up once more -

clear skies

a mosaic of
Yellow
Orange and
Green

a gentle breeze

hard rock beneath me

the city sings a duet with
the birds of Hibiya Park

while I
the listener
remain silent.



II


Sitting with my back against a tree...
...I travel
a thousand miles
probably more

to see you
though you do not know it

I move without moving
my backside attached
firmly

to the ground

How I wish I could
share
this simple feast with
You.


III

The Rock Is A Storyteller

Several million butts
of all shapes and sizes

have sat on me

Several million pairs of feet
have stepped on me

kicked me occasionally

Lovers have kissed (and sometimes
more

than that) while
sitting
standing
leaning

on me

I bear silent witness to the seasons
the years
the millennia

and to the uncountable stories
of the world.


IV

Prayer On A Sunday Afternoon In The Park

Let me be free like this
all the time -

be silent in singing my song
be invisible when present
yet visible when absent
lose identity and its heavy burden
of
yesterday
today and
tomorrow -

if only that were possible!

V

Two Strangers Meet In The Park

I know not your history
not your cares
not your hopes
not your age (though the lines
on your face hint at it)

You know not my history
not my cares
not my hopes
not my age (though the lack of lines
on my face hint at it)

We share nothing but smiles
a nod of greeting
a few words punctuated
by periods of silence - a few words,
then

farewell: a few more words
smiles
as you go and
return

to your history
your cares
your hopes...

as I will soon
return to mine.


VI

Little Brown Bird

Little brown bird
who are you?

Little brown bird
hopping about

on the ground
hopping

pecking
eating

not knowing
unaware

you have an audience
of one...

Wait! Don't go!

VII

Hibiya Wine Festival

A hundred different
wines
sloshing around

in my belly

a hundred different
fermented grapes,
red and white

in my brain

a hundred different people
or more
everywhere

sitting on benches or
on the ground

people talking
people laughing
people saying "Kampai!"

a hundred different people
a hundred different wines

one collective sigh
of Bliss.


VIII

I must be going but...
...I yearn for a few moments
more

of this bliss:

of the hard ground
I'm sitting on
of the tree trunk
I'm leaning against
of the contentment
of a lonely wanderer
resting

'neath this tree

one last cigarette
leads to another last

cigarette
as drowsiness
embraces me like a lover.

IX

There's a pleasant kind of sadness...

...that caresses you
like a lover who welcomes you

after a long
exhausting day

a quiet luxury brought about
by a glass of red wine

and your favorite cigarette
while sitting alone

in a corner
a smile

playing, teasingly
forming

on your lips
while you hum

an old love song
unmindful

of the people
in the bar.

X

I’ve run out of words now…


…so I must resort

to…
and…
and…


…to say what I mean.

[Musikero]

In the depths of my soul

I find

tree leaves framed in twilight blue,

red and gold-tinted clouds, the

sunset

I gaze at the outside world-my soul

I find

in tree leaves framed in twilight blue,

red and gold-tinted clouds, the

sunset.

[Musikero]

These five poems are the remaining survivors from my old thread in the old Hipforums. I'll see if I can find the others.

[Musikero]

The most beautiful sunrise
Happened when I woke up
Next to you.

This moment I have
Frozen forever:

You, silhouetted
By golden light,
Framed by the

Sand and surf,
By the gradually

Brightening blue,
As we walked on the
Beach. That fleeting

Bliss was all I had - a
Grain of sand in

Destiny’s upturned palm,
Infinity in a seashell
I have added

To my vast collection.

[Musikero]

Here's another old poem.

[Musikero]

tonight i danced in the
rain

listened to the
percussion

on the ground
the occasional
drum roll

across the sky

every tinkle born
out of the collision
of water and earth

echoes in my mind

resurrecting memories
of an ancient time

when i would dance
in the rain
because i knew
i was the rain

and the rain was freedom
in tiny packages
falling from grey clouds
freedom pushed

out of the womb
and raised in a
world of boundaries
and social chains

freedom rushing down
to embrace its son
whose real name
was freedom:

a nine-year-old boy
hiding from his elders

dancing a secret dance
feet splashing
blood pumping
the thrill of getting caught

arousing his heart...

i glimpsed heaven that day
just as i glimpsed it

tonight while
dancing in the rain.

[sylvanlightning]

Little brown bird
who are you?
Little brown bird
hopping about
on the ground
hopping
pecking
eating
not knowing
unaware
you have an audience
of one...
Wait! Don't go!


~* thank you for your offerings; kind and refreshing are they all *~

[Joseph0]

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[Musikero]

.. .. .. . ... .. . .. . .. .. . ... .. . . .. deleted post ....
I wonder what that was all about? Just curious, is all.

[Musikero]

I
Faded colors of dying dreams
Nothing's what I thought they seemed
Flash of lightning and I am blind
In the darkness I try to find

Angel's wings to help me fly
Voice to sing me a lullabye:
One to turn water into wine
One to turn back the hands of time

And release me
Release me and let me live again

II
Scent of perfume and woman's hair
Rum-soaked lips and glass-eyed stare
Flash of lightning and I am blind
In the darkness I try to find

Angel's wings to help me fly
Voice to sing me a lullabye:
One to turn water into wine
One to turn back the hands of time

And release me
Release me and let me live again

III
Broken circle of vanished friends
Far too late to make amends
Flash of lightning and I am blind
In the darkness I try to find

Angel's wings to help me fly
Voice to sing me a lullabye:
One to turn water into wine
One to turn back the hands of time

And release me
Release me and let me live again

IV
Blessed blood where I took my name
I have put my own blood to shame
Flash of lightning and I am blind
In the darkness I try to find

Angel's wings to help me fly
Voice to sing me a lullabye:
One to turn water into wine
One to turn back the hands of time

And release me
Release me and let me live again

V
In the desert I wait for rain
To wash away uncried tears of pain
Flash of lightning and I am blind
In the darkness I try to find

Angel's wings to help me fly
Voice to sing me a lullabye:
One to turn water into wine
One to turn back the hands of time

And release me
Release me and let me live again

[Musikero]

Wandrin' from coast to coast
Alone without a friend
Night falls and coast to coast
I travel without end

No room for me to rest
In this melancholy night
No place to lay my head

So I'll leave it all up to You

Heaven was hell for me
I was too blind to see
The magic of simply being me
In You

No arms to hold me close
In this melancholy night
No space to call my own

So I'll leave it all up to You

And when the wind blows
I'll stay close
To the fire in my soul

And when the self dies
This Son will rise
Reborn

In You.

[StickyPoohy]

I hear your music, my friend!

S

[littleskinny]

Hey bathala nice to see you've gathered some old classics on here!!

I haven't read this whole thread cover to cover, as it were but this was a stand out for me:
"Scent of perfume and woman's hair
Rum-soaked lips and glass-eyed stare"

it's a cocktail of sensations, that clash and leave you feeling ... odd!

[Musikero]

I hear your music, my friend!

S
:) Thanks. You must be psychic, how'd you know it was a song?

[Musikero]

it's a cocktail of sensations, that clash and leave you feeling ... odd!
Now THIS is poetry! :)

Hi skinny! Nice to back here.

[StickyPoohy]

:) Thanks. You must be psychic, how'd you know it was a song?
...I see dread people!!


S

[Musikero]

Walking around like regular people? :P

[littleskinny]

a naughty bump .... this takes me back..it has been too long my friend... :-)