Miyerkules, Oktubre 5, 2011

Chapter 8-Central Visayas

"You Have Everything"
                                             Diana Poems


Indulged
Not happy

You have everything
I have nothing

I get excited
You pretend to be

I cry of joy
You cry of laughter

Indulged
You have everything

I have nothing
I am thankful

You are flattered
I feel loved

You feel lonely
You have everything

Yet you have nothing




                                                       


                               Poems, Prayers & Promises 
                                                        
                            by john denver






This song appears on twelve albums, and was first released on the poems,
Prayers & promises album, then the very best of john denver (double cd), this
Is john denver, the country roads collection and the rocky mountain collection
Albums, and has also been recorded on the greatest hits vol 1, john denver
(italian) and rocky mountain holiday albums. live versions also appear on the
An evening with john denver, country classics, the wildlife concert and the
Very best of john denver live albums.

I’ve been lately thinking
About my life’s time
All the things I’ve done
And how it’s been
And I can’t help believing
In my own mind
I know I’m gonna hate to see it end

I’ve seen a lot of sunshine
Slept out in the rain
Spent a night or two all on my own
I’ve known my lady’s pleasures
Had myself some friends
And spent a time or two in my own home

And I have to say it now
It’s been a good life all in all
It’s really fine
To have a chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire
And watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady
Sit and pass the pipe around

And talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone
How right it is to care
How long it’s been since yesterday
And what about tomorrow
And what about our dreams
And all the memories we share

The days they pass so quickly now
Nights are seldom long
And time around me whispers when it’s cold
The changes somehow frighten me
Still I have to smile
It turns me on to think of growing old
For though my life’s been good to me
There’s still so much to do
So many things my mind has never known
I’d like to raise a family
I’d like to sail away
And dance across the mountains on the moon

I have to say it now
It’s been a good life all in all
It’s really fine
To have the chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire
And watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady
Sit and pass the pipe around

And talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone
How right it is to care
How long it’s been since yesterday
What about tomorrow
What about our dreams
And all the memories we share

                                                     
        
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                                                   Central pagtapon 
 
Aking mga pananaw sa buhay ay ang 
sakit na punasan ng espongha textured kaluluwa kaya buhaghag ko 
nakahilig maubos ko lang humithit ng mga 
paglabag ng ang pangako mo swore 
sa akin ang iyong mga perjury 
detour ang buhay ng aking anak panlilinlang mula sa iyo para sa 
akin ay lumalabag sa 
mga natural 
na instincts sa iyo dissolve ang ang kapatid ng Artipisyal pakikiramay motirintas ang silo hang mo ako sa pagkakasala ng iyong 
pagkakasala ibintang mo sa akin septen up ang 
makiramay Broken katipan sa iyong 
ulo Mental materyal ina na siya kaliwa 
at patay gleysyal 
pakiramdam na minana kalunus-lunos 
na mode ng prinsipyo Ngayon ko makita ang mga industriya na kung 
saan nabibilang mo ay pagpatay ng Aking panlilinlang sa buhay ay ka 
dalhin mo ang lahat ng mga sakit na ako na ginamit upang 
double paningin ay ang aking 
tingnan Kundisyon na luha karapatan sa pamamagitan ng aking sakit sa 
isip ... Sa aking ulo 
ko guwarnisyon mapigil ang aking pananampalataya napakalamig pag- 
ibig ... Sa aking katawan na doesn't huminga poot .. 
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Hanapin kung ano ang nagawa mo sa akin 
Ikaw ay hindi umalis ako nag-iisa 
Bumalik 
Walang walang walang
             A Filipino Writer of English Poems to a Filipino                                                                                                                                                                                 Spanish poem

I think of the whiteness of snow
on a postcard from an immigrant aunt.
How sweet, how pure
and unreal like props
in a high-school play.
The closest I have seen of it is
crushed ice on halo-halo.
Why do I end up speaking
of white things?
I feel blond -
bleached and painted over.
But this is how I speak:
misted over with a foreign flavor
but in essence a native blend
of brown and yellow.
I think of how you must have
shivered in the European snow,
words warm in your heart.
I wonder if you dreamt
in Spanish.
Perhaps we dreamt
the same dream,
our incandescent souls
glowing beneath
the translucent veils
of tongues-to-suit-our-needs.
We were born in a land
of two seasons, not four,
unused to and awed by
words like:
autumn, winder, spring.
I think of snow and
how it melts into a
gray-tinged slush,
how these words of ours
will melt with the heat
of what we really mean.
But I think we wear
our costumes well.
If it is cold
we have to put
our coats on
but it will always be
with our skins
that we feel

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