Collapsing in front of everyone
and then smile
To love is not an immunity but artistry
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Month: July 2014
Your Face In The Clouds
It is amazing to fall gazing
Your face in the clouds
With wide open or shut eyes
Draw a smile
On my dull visage canvas
Gray
Braver than other
My reckless mind
Neurotransmitters drive
Surrender
In the freeway conduit
I feel it, new feeling on my skin
It is amazing to fall gazing
Your face in the clouds
Clouds full of light
Smoke gets to wide open or shut eyes
Hurting
Wanting
Not your face but your presence
Cognizance
Lift up
Childhood
Eyes
See
Sun
Gleams
Beyond
Grim
Clouds
The Sound of A Night
Dripdrop
Leaks hit the cold ground
Oooh Woooh Ohh Ahhhh
Angels sing behind the moonlit clouds
Tick Tock
A call from a clock
Bahhboom
Says my heart
Silence
Scorn
Noise
Ripple
Vibration
Mourn
Frequency
Screams for more
Echo
Goes on
Pag-asa, Pag-ibig, Paglaya (Translated)
Real people. Real Lives. Real Music
They are independent artists in the Philippines.
This song has never been played in the local radio stations.
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Hope Love Freedom
Hoping… Loving… Liberation…
Songs wandering through the air… blowing
I hope you understand
When it comes
It comes with feelings
With advice
Chorus | Joswha:
To utter the melody of hope… love… freedom!
Historical song of hope… love… freedom!
VERSE1 | Ilaya:
Music reflects the feelings
Of happiness
Reflects our grief
Sometimes tickles
The mind that travels in the absence
Expresses the thoughts of the writer
That would publish awakened thoughts
Moves with the smash of instruments
Bureau of art is narrating
The opportune events
Not to deceive a longing spirit
But to provoke attention
Chorus | Joswha:
To utter the melody of hope… love… freedom!
Historical song of hope… love… freedom!
VERSE2 | Tala:
Art with significance is momentous
A field wrought by experience
Created to leave a trace
For few awakened mentality to step over
To educate those left blind
Although rarely ever heard (this song) of most
Absolute freedom
Demands by ordinary people who yearns to feel comfort
But there are few warriors to appoint
Chorus | Joswha:
To utter the melody of hope… love… freedom!
Historical song of hope… love… freedom!
Hope… Love… Liberation…
Songs wandering through the air… blowing
I hope you understand
When it comes
It comes with feelings
With advice
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This is the first track, the stories continue on to the rest of the songs in the album.
You can download this song for free, here
Eternally Grateful
The flow of verses comes from my rhythmic body
Dancing to the beat of soulful percussion
While plucking the melodic strings of juxtaposition
My hands are like firework ready for explosion
Shhhh
Boom!
My head against the gravity
I couldn’t measure
Looking
Straight up
Eyes locked
In the dark night light of admiration
I am grateful
For the unseen standing ovation
For the inauspicious visages of impersonation
Fueled to run through time with eloquence
I lay and stretch the creative threads
The whitest and lightest feathers
That delight imagination
Senses
Emotions
Again, I am grateful
For the unseen standing ovation
For the inauspicious visages of impersonation
For the interval you steal from your hectic schedule
Again, and will always be grateful
Grayer than Gray Noon
Grayer than gray noon
Birds are chirping happily
Dogs are barking cautiously
Chimes outside the door are welcoming
Serenading
The eyes to a new blissful memory
With the wind that blows gracefully
Grayer than gray noon
Lying here musing
In surreal atmosphere
Tickling my inner skin
Falling
Wide awake
Daydreaming
Grayer than gray noon
Sunshine’s caressing my face
In a familiar place
Surrounded by strange
Form of love
I see doves
Flying through my left ear
Straight to a clear view of what is real
Grayer than gray noon
Time is passing
Leading to dry, of this high
Abandoned sly
Waves on and off the sea shore
Same goes to a man’s traitor
Battalion of faith could save
A soul from its undeserved grave
To the Ghouls in Paradise
They are the stout ghouls in paradise precious beads
That stride like rotten creed of pure evil creation
Nature’s vilest oxymoron
Come on!
I’m inviting all of you to my humble home
“Have you eaten?” as I welcome you
Like mostly do
I have so much to offer
A grand buffet service
As my appreciation of your flamboyant injustice
Menu:
Aromatic food from a maggot-slimed dumpster
Drinks concocted from sweat of senseless and endless poverties
Hollers of the helpless echo is the atrocious background music
Stories that will make you cry with no tears
This is the exact menu plan you serve to my country men
Intoxicated Thoughts
I sat on a chair of melancholy
Uncomfortably picked,
Hammered and strummed the guitar
As my ears breathlessly catching the melody
Through the sound of teardrops of the clouds
Teardrops were splatting and cursing
Out of the window pane
Screaming my name
A cookie
Wrapped in a glittery plastic
As I open
A lovely mournful memory
Exploded on my hand
Scattered even on the ground
I dived in
To swallow all my mouth could grab
Even the crumbs
Raised my glass of faith
Sipped
And in no time
Intoxicated
Thoughts never quenched
The thirst of misunderstood shadow
Truths maybe shallow
Deeper is hollow
Dark embrace
Holds me in place
To outplay
The endless maze of the absence
