Alay sa Iyo... Jun Ducat

Walang gatol ang matibay mong paninindigan
Walang bahid ng takot ang isip na sandigan
Ng mga pangarap mong makatulong sa bayan
Maging marahas man ang iyong kaparaanan.

Hawak ang prutas na buto’y kikitil ng buhay
Sa baywang ay suksok ang bakal ni kamatayan
Sa gitna ng mga paslit na akala’y mamamasyal
Paglakbay na natigil sa harap ng bayani ng bayan.

Hinagap na baliw ngunit marami ang ‘di nagparatang
Sa pangalan mong matagal ng lulubog at lulutang
Sa patuloy mong layuning bigyan ng kaligayahan
Mga dukhang kulang ang lakas sa pakikipaglaban.

Sa hirap ng buhay na kanilang kinasasadlakan
Hinagap bigyan ng edukasyon ang mga kabataan
Kahit pasumandali na sa palagay mo ay pupukaw
Mga munting pangarap na maituloy habang-buhay.

Hindi mo kinayang lugdan ang kanilang kalagayan
Kaya’t minabuti mong dugsungan ang kanilang buhay
Buhay mo man ang malagay sa impyernong kulungan
Sakripisyong sinuong para sa kanilang kinabukasan.

Naluha ang ilan subalit mas marami ang tumapang
Naiintindihan nila ang ‘yong marahas na pamamaraan
Batid nila na hindi mo kayang lubos na masaktan
Mga batang hinubog sa ‘yong mga bakbak na kamay.

Dumating sa iyong piging mga abyador ng bayan
Pinalambot mo ang puso ng ilang may kakayanan
Na sagutin ang ilan sa iyong mga hiling at kagustuhan
At tumupad ka naman sa binitawang salita at usapan.

Bayani ka bang maituturing ng Parola at Bayan?
Dapat ka bang gayahin ng marami nating kababayan?
Ilan pa kayang Pilipino ang kayang manindigan?
Kagaya mong lalaban para sa magiting na kadahilanan.

Laog na Pagsuyo ni eMeM

Labi’y lalapat sa usok na mapagpadahop
Labi’y uungos sa kopitang mapagpasakop
Ng payak na pag-iisip sagad sa pagsubok
Wari’y lumalaban sa buhay na mapagpasubok

Ilaw na tumatagas ang kulay sa sagkang langit
Pilit ginigising ang hilaw na pukaw ng dibdib
Sumasambulat na galaw ng magubat na yungib
Nagbibigay buhay sa inilibing nang pag-ibig.

Ipikit ang mga matang pagod sa pagtanghod
Huwag mong pababayaan na nguso’y matisod
Bigyan mo ng lakas mga nanghihinang tuhod
Tulunga’t gabayan sa malalim na pagsuyod.

Lulutang, lulubog sa mundong wari’y nagdurugo
Bahid ng pagsuko sa kuko ng mapanilang lobo
Lalaban, sisigaw ngunit sabay pikit sa pagsuko
Kakapit, kakagat sa sarap na walang panibugho.

Nangangalit na tadhana, pati langit ay lumuha
Nagsabog ng ulan at ang lupang tigang ay nabasa
Umagos sa dibdib ng bundok at singit ng lupa
Umapaw sa yungib at doon muling magpupunla.

Muling lalayog sa pagtunog ng binging kampana
Labi’y muling ilalapat at magsusunog ng baga
Habang naghihintay sa mga demonyong gala
Na handang manila sa gaya nyang gutom na linta.

Talk About Investments

Thought naught of the pain in bringing up the seeds
But relish the great time of harvest and abundance
For a tree takes many cold winters and hot summers
Before you can see the flowers blossom to the full.
Harsh winds and pouring rains will try to wither it
But they are the same elements that will nurture it.
It is a dagger that can be used for a lot of good things
And it is the same fool that can cut and slash your flesh
Handle it as a good friend for when it protects you
Neither heretic nor foe can come to destroy you.
The corns in the fields will always be infected with rats
So guard each stalk with utmost care and diligence
For when you sleep and the evening darkness comes
Enemies might crawl upon ready to destroy the crops.
Not be blinded by a good harvest every now and then
For the land to till will stay there for you forever.

Inay, Saan Tayo Patungo?

Aking Kapatid, bakit ka umiiyak?
Dahil ba sa kumakalam mong tiyan?
Gaya ng milyon nating kababayan
Umaasa na lamang sa kalangitan.

Inay, Asan na ang ‘yong mga anak?
Bakit kailangan ka nilang iwanan?
Dahil ba sa mga gumuguhong pangarap
Dahil ba sa ‘yong mga kasinungalingan.

Sabi mo, dadalhin mo kami sa ginhawa
Sabi mo, pagdarahop ay matatapos na
Lahat ba ng sigaw namin sa lansangan
Ay nawalan na ng tunog, wala ng bisa?

Inay, Magulo ngayon ang ating bayan
Di na mawari kung saan tamang daan
Naiwan na tayo ng mga kapit-bahay
Dahil sa mga programang laging sablay.

Inay, magbago ka na ng ‘yong sistema
Ang taong bayan ay talagang pagod na
Si “Garci” na lang ang tanging nakatawa
At ang mga aso sa paligid ng ‘yong saya.

Nasaan na ang isang milyong trabaho?
Nasaan na ang matibay na ekonomiya?
Walongpung piso na ang kilo ng galungong
Dahil sa iyong mga pang-gugunggong.

Mga kapatid, huwag kayong mag-alala,
Lilipas din ang ating mga problema
Darating din ang takda, si Inay ay bababa
Dahil ‘di niya lahat Tayo makakaya.

Magbigkis-lakas, araw ay sisikat pa
Magsama-sama, meron pang mapapala
Huwag makinig sa mga bulok na pangako!
Huwag umasa sa pandak na pag-suyo!

Alay sa Manggagawang Pilipino

Mga kamay mo ay bakbak na
Sa pagmina ng nawawalang pangarap
Balat mo ay sunog na
Sa paghahanap ng pangakong pag-asa.

Sa kakaunting kinikita
Pinalalamon mo ang payak na pamilya
Sa pira-pirasong pangarap
Tuloy ang pag-hinga ng sa yo’y umaasa

Manggagawang Pilipino!
Tunay kang isang obrang nilikha
Manggagawang Pilipino!
Hinubog ka sa pawis at sa adhika

Hindi mo alintana
Ang kakarampot na kinikita
Hindi mo nadarama
Ang pagod, hirap at pagdaralita

Dahil ikaw ay isang himala
Na sa kabila ng unos at pagdurukha
Pilit babangon at gagawa
Para sa minamahal mong pamilya.

Marami na ang sumuko
Marami na ang nangibang-bayan
Subalit mas maraming kayong lumalaban
Mas marami ang tuloy ang pagkamalay.

Huwag kang susuko, uurong
Ang bawat piso mong kinikita
Ay dagdag na pambili,
Dagdag na pangpuno ng iyong sikmura.

Itanim mo sa iyong puso
Ang pag-asenso ay sa tao nagmumula
Ituloy ang sinimulang sipag
Diyan aahon ang Bayang Pilipinas.

The Promise

Not long ago there came a band of fearless warriors
Armed to the teeth, though they came from the barrios
Years yonder, they were just nothing but lowly Tyros
Honed to mastery by the Royal Cavalry named LKP.

Wandering, they looked upon their long lost brothers
For a Feast is to come, a Feast so long been pondered
For all the Brothers to come including the living Shamans
To give Glory to the One, and to embrace each and everyone.

For a great time will come to mark the Cavalry’s survival
After fifty long years of pride and leadership beyond denial
Elevating its Name above the herd of Grecian initials
Creating Its own army of professionals and academicians

The Promise stood from one special Band from the Middle
They will all come to the Feast and not a single soul lesser
For the Feast extend far from what Bacchus can offer
For each one’s presence shall fulfill a blessing from Heaven.

Hail to the One, as the last of the missing Brother came
From the shores afar, He braved the eerie darkness asail
Treading his first step aground the rest are weary-waiting
For the long reunion that everyone has been yearning.

Cheers poured like rain as battle stories were exchanged
Thanks to the Bounty hosted by the Son of Neocles
Each one’s presence sends signal to the Far and Near East
That some of the Brothers not from the Middle also came.

Now, the Time has come to cast a renewed Promise among
The Band from the Middle for their Tasks has evolved
Before they were taught to excel and if possible live in Fame
Now they have to keep the burning Fire to Forever keep its Flame!

Ad Ultimum Gradus

Behold, young men, brave and most eager to enter
The sacred chamber of cross, flag, skull and lantern
The craggy path is pestered with shadows lingering
Some ready to assault, hiding and viciously waiting.

Each step will hurt but your screams will not be heard
For the screams of the shadows thunder above the herd
Each minute will be hours and the waiting will crush your heart
But most beware of the signs that will come upon a certain hour.

Never let your mind wander for each seconds past is a gain
Never let your hope wither, never thought of the flaming pains
Never let your nerves retire to the blasting and plundering
For everything maybe nothing and nothing maybe everything.

Be with yourself and feel the unforgiving surroundings
Let hold of your Angel guiding you through all the windings
She has the gift of sight and you with the strength and yearning
Share these both and maybe you can pass all the battering.

Alas, the last hurdle passed and the flickering lights ignite
Just giving enough light giving the dark silence its might
Each hush can be heard and even a sigh from the back
For this is the moment, let the looming magic spark.

Knock aloud and shout the code transferred through time
Tread the steps towards the faceless shadows turned Royal
Hear the Grand Monarch, and the rest of His proud Cavalry
Stand with pride and humility before His voice and authority.

Kiss your Angel a gift of love for she never departed you
While you're tumbling down the path of death a while ago
Treat her as your Queen for you and her will both be renewed
By the Creed of Mankind, by the Motto of selected Few.

Shed some blood as many great heroes have done with pride
Shed some tears as this will purify your heart and soul
Shout with Honor the name of the Most Sacred Fold
For this time, You can now walk with them as a Man.

The Night the Angels Fell Asleep

Cumulus clouds shadow upon the valley
Dropping rains of fear to the souls below
Not long ago their dreams almost awashed
By unforgiving blows, by continuous blasts.

Brown lips thirsty of fresh food and water
When their knees are poled within two feet
Of murky water bringing creeping disease
Killing slowly, painfully and even unsightly.

On drier grounds, candlelights glimmer
Keeping its flame alit even in chilled air
Glowing over lifeless bodies lying cold and pale
Amidst grieving kin with dreams already dwindling.

Has the heaven already closed its Pearly Gates?
Has the Angels all gone resting and asleep?
Has Trinity turned its face to the opposite?
Or have people forgot its purpose of life on Earth?

Is it Heaven’s intention to flood the grassy plains?
Or it did brought rain to nurture all trees below
Where people find it easier to cut and deplete
Than to grow them and share with nature around?

Is it Heaven’s intention to let people perish
And let their love ones grieve over their burial?
Or it is these poor soul’s wrongdoings and ill-purpose
That led them to the black dirt and deep ground.

Did the Angels got tired of looking down
And pray for all our miseries and tragedies?
Or the did Maker gave us the liberty and will
To pursue our destinies, our plans and our dreams.

Did the Maker just lost his love for Humanity?
Or is He just sending signals beyond our thoughts?
Do our prayers do not reach Heaven anymore?
Or our pleads was just not pure so left unheard?

Are we to blame the Maker, the Angels and Heaven?
As we inter our loved ones to the gray cold pit?
Or do we need to face upon a looking glass
And thought of the things that we can aspire?

We live in a circle of sadness and happiness
Failure and success, love and hate and many more
Things and nature balance by themselves
It is for us to choose what road to take.

Tempus Fugit

Let alone leave the shadows of fear behind
Step forward the glimmering light of hope
Reach out and touch the hearts of the many
Life is too short, live it to the full.

Tempus fugit, fast-paced and in haste
Memories flood faster than we thought
Doing great towards a greater cause
Place ourselves in a higher purpose.

Only when we put ourselves behind
Only when we emphasize, sympathize and care
Only when we look beyond our own interest
Put us nearer and closer to God and Man.

Never doubt yourself in doing well and great
Cease from thinking and doing evil things
Keep yourself in following the Golden Rule
And you will never ever be lost again.

Always in our journey, temptations prevail
But never cast a glance in this inviting fool
Never tread in non-worthy endeavors
Never waste time for it flies too fast.