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How Can I Say?

How can I say, that my life is complete
When all I can see, is total disarray
I look around me, and I see people smiling
And I say, ain’t your life incomplete

How can I say, that I don’t hurt no more
When all I can feel, is grief deep in my soul
I look around me, and I see all the lovin’
And I say, can’t you feel any pain

How can I say, that it’s you it’s not me
When all I can say, is everything is okay
I look around me, and people think that we’re okay
And I say, not everything is okay

How can I say, you don’t hear all my cries
When all you can hear, is my laugh that I try
I look around me, and people think that I’m happy
And I say, you don’t see the tears that I hide

How can I say, that I also get sad
When all you can see, is my happy face that is fab
I look around me, and people expect me to be funny
And I say, sometimes it’s hard when I’m sad


When Life Gives You Lemons… Eat It!

it feels good… it feels right… it isn’t wrong… but it isn’t mine


How Long Ago Was Yesterday?

The much needed rain to calm my personas and me
The balcony as a sanctuary to hang out to with me
The cold coffee is on the table but its fine with me
The chair I’m sitting on whispers I’m heavy to me
The cigarette fiery hot to the butt until it kills me
The music is playing and each note is taunting me
The past without a warning weighs down on me
The thought of you that never fails to torment me
The shadows on the wall is playing a trick on me
The sad girl in the mirror constantly reminding me
… that …
The life I live seem to have nothing to do with me


My Happily Singing Red Shoe

A Painting in Banwa Pension House in Puerto Princessa, Palawan, Philippines

A Painting in Banwa Pension House in Puerto Princessa, Palawan, Philippines

Walking bare foot alone in a thorny path that I chose…
I accidentally came across a happily singing red shoe…

“Walk in me! Your feet are bleeding! Don’t you see? Don’t you feel?” it says…
“I’m used to it, I don’t feel it anymore, & I don’t want to bleed all over you” I say…
“It’s okay, because I don’t want to see you bleed some more” It says…

So down the thorny path we walked together, singing melodies old & new…
Suddenly, the singing stopped, the happily singing red shoe is gone…
I looked around, searched everywhere, but it was nowhere to be found…
I cried & cried & cried so hard, that I thought I would die right there…

“Don’t cry” a voice said, I looked up & saw the Moon smiling down at me…
“How can I not cry, when he said that he will never leave me high & dry?” I say…
“But don’t you see my child… He never left you…  Because he was never with you…”
As I realized what I thought to be true, I looked back the path that I was walking on…
Towards the sunset over the hill, the happily singing red shoe stood… Proud…

Still he sings.. Still he smiles… But not for me… It was never for me…
I tried to go back to the path that leads to him, but the path won’t let me…
My eyes stings, my heart aches, my soul fades, but I pushed on & on & on…
And then I woke up with tears falling down like rain… and I realized that…

I was just a dreaming all along… and I was miserably wrong…


~ one-seven-three-three ~

A Painting in Banwa Pension House in Puerto Princessa, Palawan, Philippines

a love that began in melody…
for it will not be silenced…
a love that is so pure…
for it will not be tainted…
a love that holds no boundaries…
for it will not be contained…
a love that answers to no one…
for it will not be tamed…
a love that transcends life…
for it will not be mourned…
a love that is forbidden…
for it will not be given…
but always it will be…
in my heart it will be…
forever you will be…


Will I? Will You? Will We?

My Feet and The Beach by Tee Palileo

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If I will be funny, will you always laugh with me
If you will laugh with me, will it always be funny

If I will sing with you, will you hear the blues behind
If you hear the blues behind, will you sing with me

If I will not share my pain, will I cry and hide away
If I will cry and hide away, will you share my pain

If I do not speak now, will you hear my silent plea
If you will hear my silent plea, will you finally speak

If I always mess up and get lost, will it matter to you
If it matter to you, well I always mess up and get lost

If sometimes I forget, will you help me remember
If you help me remember, will I never ever forget

If I run fast, will I finally get away from the past
If I get away from the past, will I finally run fast

If I will love you, will I be loved by you always
If I will be loved by you, will I love you always

If we trust with all our hearts, will we truly be alright
If it will be alright, well let us trust with all our hearts


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