Consumed by GAP Gutierrez
The shackles disguised as happiness clamped bone-deep.
Like cheap emotions fed to us by commercials.
Fed to us
by the anorexic looking women and chiseled lean men that don’t look
like a normal person anymore.
that become the standard look of a human.
Who seem to look happy and apathetic at the same time
with their fancy foods, apparels and gadgets.
And any of those things that we should toil for.
the convenient moral-compass and confirmation bias.
We have simulacrums simulating human contact in a pretense society.
In the world that does not really require petrol.
Fattening but pointless.
But they will not tell us that.
We don’t even admit it to ourselves.
We took a bite
from the forbidden space fruit in the middle of modern day Eden with
rules all in reverse.
We cannot get enough
from the self-proclaimed lotusland surrounded by the devil’s water
connected to the information hydrant.
Cannot learn and unlearn from the blasts of unfiltered waters.
We did not even bother to dip our feet first.
Jumped right into it.
It does not matter if we don’t know how to swim or float.
Go with the flow.
Our head, hard as a boulder, drags us down
Down here where the light doesn’t permeate
in Shangri-La of cold contentment.
Too happy and FREE we don’t just look stupid.
Deluge by Mujel Hasan
Breaking all dreams
Hearts are crippled
Roads are murky
Visions are blurry
The world cries
And aid arrives.
In this adversity
No one got mercy.
Joined efforts catapult
Praying so hard
Our actions will guard
That the next deluge
The damage is not huge
And still pray harder
That any deluge
will not enter our border…
Pasasalamat ng batang musmos by Ellen “Lenz Kie” Tabaya
Namulat man ako na walang ina,
Lola agad ang nakita,
Isang musmos na bata na ulila,
Salamat at may lolang nag-aruga.
Mula pagkabata ako’y natuto na,
Sa hirap ng buhay namulat ang mata,
Sa musmos kong edad reyna ng bukirin na,
Kaya’t nabuhay akong mag-isa.
Nag-aral, nangarap, nagsikap pa,
Pero ‘di sinuwerte, hinahanap ang tadhana,
Datapwa’t ako’y nakaranas ng iba’t-ibang problema,
‘Di pa rin nawawalan ng pag-asa.
Sinubukan kong mangibang bansa,
Baka pangarap ko’y makamit ko pa,
Sa mura kong isipan, ako’y nakipagsapalaran,
Pero bigo ako sa aking nadatnan.
Umuwing sugatan at luhaan,
Puyat, pagod at pangungulila ang naranasan,
Kayod-kayod para mabuhay lang,
Halos dugo nalang ang ‘di aagos sa aking katawan.
Ngayon sa pangalawang eksena naman,
Kuwait ang pinakamaraming balitang patayan,
Pero lakas ng loob ang aking puhunan,
Salamat sa Diyos at naka-survive pa naman.
Salamat lola at tatay na lagi kayong nandiyan,
Sa mga kapatid kong laging nagmamahalan,
Pasalamat sa poong maykapal at tayo’y binigyan ng kapayapaan,
Mahal na mahal ko kayo magpakailanman.
Ya Sadik! by Armineonila M.
If it were only
by way of seeing
sheisha puffs and borders
rhyme, the world could
stand on two feet;
like a harmonious duet
of morning gawa
and guttural sermon;
we could make amends
with life that’s neither
black nor white
nor golden sand,
and stretch a rainbow —
it’s not much of a secret
to not be blown away
by tongued fists
and glare bullets;
when well you know,
Ya sadik, our trails
could intersect at
a fence-less diwaniya;
have you, in a desert
of ridged thoughts,
sought my tropical calm?
would you, by light
of gruntled empires,
ingest my distant grass?
we could, if you would
with volition, unbolt
our muffled kitab
and decolonise our words;
as we, like we have been,
ya sadik, once uprooted
sandcastles and treehouses,
may, once more,
island a handshake.
Pag-usapan Po Natin Magazine. Issue 61, Year 7 (1st Quarter). Kuwait: Kuwait Philippine Cultural Center. January 2014. pp. 4-5.