Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, July 16, 2012

Gloc-9: Sirena and Other Stories



Gloc-9 aka Aristotle Pollisco in real life, have once again proven his story telling craftsmanship with his new album "Mga Kwento ng Makata" featuring the carrier single "Sirena".

Gloc-9's songs have always been of social relevance.  The poet that he is, he gets his inspiration from what he sees around him and translates them in a song.  Sirena is one such composition. The song talks about the life and struggles of the third sex in a society highly dictated on by convention.  They are laughed at, ridiculed, and sometimes abused by their parents.  
Upang matakpan ang mga pasa sa mukha/Na galing sa aking ama na tila di natutuwa/Kapag ako'y nasisilayan laging nalalatayan sa paglipag ng panahon ay do ko na namalayan... 
Let's face it,  much that the world has evolved in the last decade or so homosexuality is still frowned upon by many.  The Bible's Book of Genesis would always be quoted to prove that in the beginning God only created two:  Man and Woman.   But then, Matthew 7:1 also tells us, "Do not judge for you too will be judged."  

Colorful in his imagery and metaphors, Gloc-9's play of words never fails to stir emotive responses from his listeners.  At first I was stumped as to the title of the song.  Sirena or mermaid is half woman and half fish.  Siokoy or merman is half man and half fish.  So I guess anything in between would be SIOKE which also happens to be another word to describe a gay person.  But this is not the title of the song---SIRENA is.  And then it hit me...
Drum na may tubig ang sinisisid/Naglalakihang mga braso ang saki'y dumidikdik/Drum na may tubig/Ang sinisisid sa patagalan ng pag hinga sakin kay ay bibilib...
Such is the torture that these people get from their own parents.  Such a shame.  Such horror.  For someone supposed to be made in the likeness of God, to do such atrocities is unforgivable!  And then maybe, just maybe Gloc-9's words may well be true---
Di sinusukat ang tapang at ang bigote sa mukha/Dahil kung minsan mas lalake pa sa lalake ang bakla...

Friday, July 18, 2008

Sorry

I have ghostwritten for a lot of my friends during my seminary days and if I'm to count the number of girls I got to court through my pen---I can say that I have had a lot of girlfriends during those times. The thing is, what I write on paper I cannot say when face to face with the opposite sex. I guess my gift for writing is to compensate for my being "torpe".

Even after we've gone our separate ways some of my former classmates would call me to commission my writing skills. This one was for a friend who got into some sort of a misunderstanding with a girl he's courting. They got hitched after a year.

Sorry by Carlos Macarayan(1996)

The thought of having
hurt you---
Fills me with dread,
Like an arrow lost in flight
Listless and wrenched,
The pervading pain,
Breaking my heart in two
Which only
The salve of your forgiveness
Can heal---I'm sorry...

Revenge



I wrote this after watching the movie "House of the Spirits". Such cruel tragedy!


Revenge by Carlos Macarayan(1996)


The wrath of a vengeful heart
demands a reckoning,
Against the same blood that
spawned such sin,
Boiling with anger
The broken mind ravages and raves
Blinded by the fire that rages
From deep within...

Life

Life by Carlos Macarayan(1996)

Life is but a phase
A state of being
In Love...
In Pain...
In Trepidation...
The ephemeral circumstance
Of feeling...
Struggling...
Striving...
To make a difference
In this abstract existence...

Innocence

The book "To Kill a Mockingbird" (Harper Lee) really got me riled up that i got to write two poems. If you haven't read it yet I suggest you do. It's a really nice book to ponder on.

Innocence by Carlos Macarayan(1996)

Is a young child's heart
That sees through the barrier
of color and race,
Unblemished by the vexation
of prejudice and bias
Innocence...
Is a child's subtlety of reason
That defy the interpolation
of avarice and greed,
His unending search for the light
amidst the darkness
Innocence...
Is a child's wanton naivete
That inhibits him
from fear and cowardice
The elixir that strenghtens him
to persevere and to stand fast
Innocence...
Is every child
Within us
That battles all our evils
And defies the logic
of the mature mind...

A Secret Place


A Secret Place by Carlos Macarayan(1995)

Often times
I'm in a blank
Thinking thoughts, and
Speaking words, which
trails the air
Into nothingness
Secrets,
A life long of secrets
Spoken only
To walls, and
Silent corridors
Singing songs
In a theater
Full of chairs
Memories,
Buried deep in
an abyss
In dreams, and
Empty castles
In the sky
Where the phantoms roam
And the princess dance.

Reverie (1989)

I wrote this poem while I was still courting my soon to be wife...

Reverie by Carlos Macarayan(1989)

Lend me your ears and
hear me say, "I love you"
Hold my hands and
feel me say, "I love you"
Yes I do and now you know,
That love for you is what makes me glow
Now, as I hold your hands and look
into your eyes
I ask, "Do you love me too?"
Am I wrong in hearing the words,
"Yes I do..."

Thinking of You

I co-wrote this poem in 1992 with a friend who was courting a girl(who soon became his wife)...

Thinking of You
by Joel Lee and Carlos Macarayan(1992)

It was a long cold night
in my little sleeping box
Unable to get a yawn nor wink
Amidst my sleeping suit and sox.
And so I thought of writing
A poem for you, my dear
Reminiscing those prcious moments
To exorcise all my fears.
But then I thought...
I am neither skilled nor capable
To think of words that rhyme
And so there I was flustered
Thinking hard while playing with my dime.
Ahh, but the thought of you
Gives me such strenght and inspiration
To go beyond myself,
And conquer this trepidation...
And so I think of you and sigh---
My hands and my mind possessed
As I find my quill pouring out words
That I have long wanted to confess...
I love you so and I always will
No matter the adversity
You will always be in my heart
For eternity.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

A Song












Lost in the ghettoes of my soul
Is a song,
Cherished,
Yet not sung,
Hidden in the cavernous
convolution of my being...
In the mouth of a mute,
Shouting, struggling to be free,
But,
Fate had sealed the door,
And there it dwells,
Forever,
In the dungeon...
...of my soul...

Monday, September 17, 2007

To Kill a Mockingbird












A mockingbird sits
perched on a song,
Throating the mellifluous
voices of cherubs,
Cleaning our miseries---
With the innocense of their opus...
His glolden brown hair
Glistening,
In the early morning sun,
Rousing us with music
Of yet another
glorious day...
But,
The hunter in men
Harkens for blood
Anesthesing all morals
Chained to the lust
that so palgued him...
And so,
The men go about the hunt
Seeking his prey with hawk eyes
Mind a blank
Except for the thrill
of the kill...
In the meantime,
The mockingbird is unperturbed
Unmindful of the looming specter
of danger,
Singing his repertoire
In blissful naivite...
Then ran
The echoing boom of death
And the predator whistling away
Satisfied with the blood
that so stained the earth,
While the mockingbird lies still...
(inspired by the book by Harper Lee)