A hemisphere away
I'm stuck to bear the gridlock
in the corridor
of lukewarm indecisions.
Like the voyagers of yore,
I've always thought that nothing
changes more than the faces of the seasons;
but I've discovered none too late
that indifference, garbed in the garment
of fraternal concern,
conceals the vested mantra of autumn:
"In the name of God, in the name of God."
It's all in the name of dominion.
Unfazed and unruffled I wait
for the ocean to cover the earth,
for the earth to swallow the ocean,
for the ocean and the earth
to bring about
the Armageddon.
"We can make a ladder of our vices if we tread them underfoot." --St. Augustine
Thursday, November 17, 2005
This Is My Second Exile
This is my second exile
from my benighted homeland.
This time the journey leads to heaven,
compassed by stars and stripes.
Who can fathom the wisdom of the Inscrutable?
Who can divine the will of the Almighty?
Thieves and usurpers,
propelled by dark angels of relativism,
tyrannize my benighted homeland.
Emboldened by the people's helplessnes,
they sow havoc and terror,
invoking God's name
as they make pact with the Devil.
When they suppress dissent,
nuns, seminarians, priests, bishops are not spared
from their water cannons.
Life has become one cheap thrill
in my benighted homeland.
Lord, how long must we endure
the reign of thieves and usurpers?
from my benighted homeland.
This time the journey leads to heaven,
compassed by stars and stripes.
Who can fathom the wisdom of the Inscrutable?
Who can divine the will of the Almighty?
Thieves and usurpers,
propelled by dark angels of relativism,
tyrannize my benighted homeland.
Emboldened by the people's helplessnes,
they sow havoc and terror,
invoking God's name
as they make pact with the Devil.
When they suppress dissent,
nuns, seminarians, priests, bishops are not spared
from their water cannons.
Life has become one cheap thrill
in my benighted homeland.
Lord, how long must we endure
the reign of thieves and usurpers?
Ars Poetica
Once again I'm one
with the destitute, the exiled, the oppressed.
Of them I sing, to them I dedicate
my craft of sullen art.
What does it matter now to us, brethren?
The curse of ignorance has been broken.
We've been delivered from false convictions.
The Cross is ever nearer.
This is all that matters now.
with the destitute, the exiled, the oppressed.
Of them I sing, to them I dedicate
my craft of sullen art.
What does it matter now to us, brethren?
The curse of ignorance has been broken.
We've been delivered from false convictions.
The Cross is ever nearer.
This is all that matters now.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Dark Forces Lurk Behind Me
Dark forces lurk behnd me
like overly friendly strangers
furtively plying their deadly wares
to impressionable children.
At times they titillate
the trusting and the gullible
who mistake love for greed,
the root of subhuman misery.
Sensing their terrible intent,
I keep my faith and pledge
my allegiance to my Creator.
like overly friendly strangers
furtively plying their deadly wares
to impressionable children.
At times they titillate
the trusting and the gullible
who mistake love for greed,
the root of subhuman misery.
Sensing their terrible intent,
I keep my faith and pledge
my allegiance to my Creator.
Lord, I Can Hear You
Lord, I can hear you
in the silence of the skyscrapers
when at night they overwhelm my humanity
with their towering gravity.
I know you are just around
to hear me unburden myself in silence
because there's no other way
to express myself
and for you to listen.
It is when I hear myself in you
that I can hear you.
in the silence of the skyscrapers
when at night they overwhelm my humanity
with their towering gravity.
I know you are just around
to hear me unburden myself in silence
because there's no other way
to express myself
and for you to listen.
It is when I hear myself in you
that I can hear you.
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