Welcome to The Chronicle of Change

The Chronicle of Change is a collection of poetry written since the 1990s. As most of the poems are in hard copy, I will have to encode them one by one, so bear with me. I will be posting them as I go along.

The dates of posting are not necessarily the dates of creation.

I do not and never will claim that they are good, but if you find value in them, I thank you. You are most welcome to comment. I welcome both praise and criticism.

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Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Dream for the Unwilling Insomniac


As I lie on my chest
the beating in my heart
strung beyond sleep
spirit aroused
amidst the overwhelming presence
of death
(the guests
have all gone home to bed
the rest
of us lying on pews
of hard wood
laid one
in front of another);
I am paying my dues
as the son of a daughter
whose estranged father
lay frozen
in death.
Maybe it was the coffee
or the looming
ending of agony.
Or maybe not.
As I lie on my makeshift bed
I curse the demons
for shaking the pedestal
of my soul.
(Oh cruel!)
The evils of a conscience
unbound beget
turmoil in the compromised
individual.
Bury me now
and hang a sign:
"R.I.P. Do not disturb."

- written some time in 2000 at the wake of a grandparent

Ala-Ala ng mga Anak at Apo


Dalawang bigkis. Kamia. Tuyo.
Pulumpon ng bulaklak. Bulok.
(Walang rosas o orkidya.) Kandelabra.
Tanso. Dalawa.
(Pundido ang isang bumbilya.
Tabingi ang nasa gawing kanan.)
Kandila. Dalawang malaki.
Upos.
(Tunaw kahapon pa.
Wala nang nagpalit.) Kurtina.
Puti. Pula. May mantsa.
Maliit na plastic bag
ng barya.
Ano pa?

- written some time in 2000 at the wake of a grandparent

Punebre (Awit sa Patay)

Putang mga ama!
Maagang nangawala
isa-isang nag-alsabalutan
naiwan
kawawa naman
kaming kapos sa karanasan.
Sino ngayon
sasalo sa mga naiwan n'yo?
Ako?
Kami?
Ano, bali?

Putang mga ama talaga!

- written some time in 2000 at the wake of a grandparent

Sa Burol

Habang lalo kong tinititigan
ang kabaong mong puti
lalo akong nandidiri.
Nakapanlulumo
ang balatkayo mo
sa loob ng kahang kuwadrado.
Patay na nagmamalinis
binabalot ako ng inis
habang sa isip ko
pumupunit ang
halakhak na mapait.

Tutungkabin ko na lang
ang mga sugat kong naglangib.

- written some time in 2000 at the wake of a grandparent

Parlor Games

Hala! Hawiin ang mga baraha!
Tarang lumimot panandalian
at tumawa sa pandaraya
ng tusong kaanak
na tumoma ng kapeng
tinitipid sana hanggang bukas
sa libing. Balasahin
ang mga murang malulutong
hanggang maubos ang panlalait
at ang pantaya sa gitna.
Iwaglit sa isip lahat ng pangamba
dahil bukas lahat 'to tapos na.
Huling gabi ng lamay sa patay
kaya, sige na! Sagarin
hanggang masaid ang bulsa!
Kahit lakarin na lang pauwi
bukas ang kalbaryo
pa-sementeryo. Sige, taya
nang lumagong lalo ang biyaya.
Huwag lang kalimutan:
(Tuloy ang bigayan!)
Ang buhay, sugalan.
Ang patay, abuluyan.

- written some time in 2000 at the wake of a grandparent

Epitaph

Here lies...

Here lies the dreams
and aspirations
of an era gone by;
the wisdom of the ages;
and the candid
humor of life.

Here lies the nightmares
and miseries
of an oppressive past;
the foolishness of an old man;
and the cursed
sarcasm of fate.

May God have mercy on my soul!

- written some time in 2000 at the wake of a grandparent

Monday, November 19, 2007

Huling Hantungan

Walang punebreng umalingawngaw
bagkus, ingay ng nagngangalit
na makina ng trak at harurot
ng rumagasang tricycle
ang pumuno sa mga sulok
ng purgatoryo mong kinalalagyan.

Walang halimuyak ng kung anong
bulaklak ang kumalat
usok lang ng tambutsong itim
at alikabok ang nasagap
nalanghap sa likod
ng de-rehas mong kulungan.

Walang bisitang naghatid
sa 'yo sa huling himlayan.
Sayang, pitumpu't anim na taon
kang nabuhay nang kapos
naghihikahos hanggang
huling hantungan.

- written some time in 2000 at the wake of a grandparent

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Ars Crematoria

Habang binibendisyunan ng pari ang iyong katawan
at aking kalamnan, nagising ang kalooban
dahil ang tubig - na naglulan sa 'yo sa sinapupunan
at naghatid sa 'yo sa pananampalataya -
ang siya ring tubig na ngayo'y tatangay
sa 'yo sa huling hantungan;
at ang mga iyak na sumalubong sa 'yo
sa magulong mundong ito
ang siya ring mga iyak na umaawit ng punebre
sa huling araw mo;
at ang init ng laman na noo'y nagpuyos
at nagbunga sa pagka-tao mo
ang siya ring init ng apoy na lumalamon sa 'yo.
Naisip ko tuloy bigla
ang buhay parang tula:
iisa ang dulo,
iisa ang simula.

- written after the cremation of a grandparent (in 1999?)

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Masaksak-Patay

Nagpuyos ang mga damdamin
nag-init ang laman
nagsalpukan.

Anim ang patay
sa kalyeng nadaanan.
Suntukan

nauwi sa saksakan.
Kumuha ng baril
kumitil

ng inosenteng usyosero.
Ikapito akong bumagsak
nasaksak

patay.

- written in 2000

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Elixir

Be for me, sacred tea, an elixir of death
bid thy elements turn potent against me
drown me with your poisons that I may
taste sweet death; rage 'til my veins burst
stir a tempest within, a storm brew
to destroy this vessel with desire consumed
a fire set ablaze to raze my soul, torch my spirit
'til I am no more than dust for I lust for death
and rest. Then, bitter potion, sweet, sweet poison
summon the healer in you to conjure a cure
a concoction pure to rouse me from my savage death
call upon my spirit and let your venom sting no more
then let death from you bring life anew.

- written some time in 1999

Mouths Agape

Mouths agape
sucking in mouthfuls of air
eyes squinting
watery
face contorted
stretched
beyond capacity
driven taut
forcefully
by the fiery smoke
of an oral
chimney

death came
so suddenly
he never knew
what hit him.

- written some time in 1999

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Last Trip

Drenched, I waited
for the train to arrive
to take me to
the outskirts of sanity.
'Twas Saturday
and the station was
deserted and quiet
'cept for the pounding
rain on pavement.
I clenched the one-way
ticket and slid it
into my pocket
to shield it from
the downpour of
two lifetimes ago.
I've forgotten how
rain felt on my skin -
pale now from the constant
patter, devoid of color
and life.
From the distance
it came announcing
its presence with the muffled
blow of horn and the blind
searching of headlights
through mist. Alas,
here is my ride
hovering over
rusted rails and wet earth.
I waved to welcome
salvation but the driver
didn't see the glint
of happiness in my eyes
and the sadness
of my goodbye.
I thought of her
one last time as I
made my way
down the overhang
with the ticket
still in my pocket -
a farewell letter:

Goodbye life
please tell her
I love her.

- written some time in 2000 for Cynthia
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