Mga Tula Ni Musikero

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

 

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.

 

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.

 

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.

 

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.

 

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.

 

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."

 

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!

 

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.........

 

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:

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

 

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.

 

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

 

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

 

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.

 

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...

 

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

 

Nice to know someone understands. I'm okay now. I've found working with children to be therapeautic.

 

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!

 

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

 

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.