insomnia

countless stars decor the midnight sky
still sleep evades a deep desire
i ponder depths of this hallowed mind
yet no answer forth within reside

prayers abound this heart have spoken
a ghost inside must long be freed
alive and well the body breathes
the soul is not, it clings to yield.

-LKS

Playing Grounds

aren't we all tired of these games we play
tell me, aren't we all?

well someday i'll be
and sooner or later
i'll raise up my hand
to give my surrender

but these games we play
will always remain in our hearts, in our minds
in all that we say
whether wrong or just right
whatever we need, I concede.

aren't we all tired of these games we play
tell me, aren't we all?

there's not much in me
left to consider
i'll wither in time
and won't be remembered

but these games we play
will always remain in our hearts, in our minds
in all that we say
whether wrong or just right
whatever we need, I concede.

aren't we all tired of these games we play
tell me, aren't we all?

until then i'll play along
till the day comes i can't take anymore
of this premature feeling
lost for words or rhythm
to this premature feeling
i've grown with, now i'm letting go.
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"playing grounds" by L.K. Sison & Shari Dy Ong.

Vain

up so early in the morning
yet you came so late
you call yourself to hurry
though you never really care

your worries are too little
these things you love to hate
you pull yourself to wonder
what bothers you everytime

nothing's wrong with you
youre just fucking vain
and it's getting on my nerves
youre driving me insane

nothing's wrong with you
youre just fucking vain
and it never stops with you
it's flowing through your veins.

how'd you turn this shit on
a ring on the cellphone
and you'd go hello like you have all attention
the smell of your perfume
the best of creation
may i debrief you the laws of attraction
you always got your hair fixed
always got the right mix
not a spot on your face that you leave on
and when everybody stares
like everbody cares
you fall in love with yourself too soon

Nothing's wrong with you
youre just fucking vain.
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"Vain" by L.K. Sison

Mute

Opinions differ from one person to another
Share it with a friend as you stroll by the sidewalk
And at the day’s end you’ll take home more thoughts to launder

Such is the curse of man, to bring news to his fellow
If only what he says is truth than mere gossips, so shallow

Whispers behind your back are more hurtful when they attack
Turn your head around, and the stabber makes contact

Like taking a fragile mind to exile in a hostile place
When it comes back home to its host
No longer does it have a care to the rest of the human race.
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"Mute" by L.K. Sison

Panahon

panahon nati'y wag sayangin
minsang magdaraan
dala ay 'sang karanasang inaalay sa'yo

abutin natin bituing nagni-ningning
tanging handog ay pag-asang humahamon

diringgin ng langit ang dasal na minsan ay iyong ibinulong
ngunit sinisigaw ng damdamin
pasanin mo'y dala-dala di ka nman nagiisa
o bakit pa ngyn ka luluha

ipagdiwang ang paglipas ng unos
hayaan bang lunurin ng kahapon
ang bawat sandaling hiram
na lulan ang lahat ng 'yong pagdaramdam

minsan darating ang araw
at bubuhos ang ulan
tingin mo sa kalawakan
ay naglalaro lamang

minsan darating ang araw
at bubuhos ang ulan
mga tanong mo sa isipan
ay maglalaro lamang.
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"Panahon" by L.K. Sison
Philippine Copyrights 2008 by L.K. Sison. All rights Reserved.

Sinilangan

(a poem)

I wish to reach you with outstretched arms
To cradle you to sleep
As we bid goodbye to daylight

No fruitful lands nor untouched paradise
Will ever rid me of my desire
To grace upon your open shores once more

I could not cry enough to match your silent screams
Respondent to the shame and grief
My kin have brought upon you

Forever changing the landscape
Forever shattering dreams

And to find you again,
Sinilangan,
Is to look deeper into one's soul
For I know change is for the willing
Spread through by the voices of far fetched idealism.
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June 11, 2008 12:15AM
"Sinilangan" by L.K. Sison

stf

(a poem)

Love resonates where hate is deafened,
silenced and muted to as if it has never been spoken
never been heard of
never took the form of hate itself.

Such irony beckons us
beings of morality, just and civilized,
yet never immune
and never the all-knowing.

We fall victim to our own shortcomings
becoming the cause, denying the outcome.
Seekers of compassion?
We are truly stranger than fiction.
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"stf" by L.K. Sison -fin 12:33AM