Tula - Tulaan again

May Gusto Akong Isulat

by Julio Czar Monteron

May gusto akong isulat

isang kwentong hindi klaro

yung tipong pag buklat mo ng libro

nakaguhit na sa mga letra ang nakikita ko sayo

May gusto akong isulat

isang kantang wala sa tiyempo

yung tipong pag play sa radyo

siguradong makukuha ko ang atensyon mo

May gusto akong isulat

isang pelikulang walang pondo

yung tipong pag napanuod mo

matatawa ka na lang sa mga cheesy lines ko

May gusto akong isulat

isang tulang walang tugma at liriko

yung tipong pag basa mo ng school paper niyo

nakalantad na ang damdamin ko sa buong mundo

  

May gusto akong isulat

isang liham na maglalaman ng puso ko

yung tipong pag tanggap mo

maririnig mo na agad ang pagtibok nito

ps. hindi ako nang-ju-juma sa tula na to. ahaha. wala lang talaga magawa. ^_^

Chance by Julio Czar Monteron

"Chance"
by Julio Czar Monteron

I was a king that took a chance
hoping to hold a shining star  in my hands.
See it beyond a simple glance
and ask it for a single heartfelt dance

I searched until world's end
for that one star that God would send.
beyond where the mountains rend
I found one with a heart I could not mend

I stayed for a hundred days
over the night's cloak and under the sun's rays
the pain you are enduring I tried to erase
but the way to your heart was an intricate maze

One twilight I heard you singing
a song of goodbye that marked our bitter ending
that very night I lost everything
you decided to leave and return to the evening

I tore  my wings so you could fly
then you disappeared into the moonlit sky
The love I gave was true, not a lie
I did all I could but you did not even try

Is this the gift I recieve from thee
after I healed you and finally set you free?
I only wish that you could see
that the one that truly loves you is me.

2011 by Julio Czar Monteron

2011

by Julio Czar Monteron

Let the sky align

and forge the path

across the night

with firework's wrath

raise your glass

while the stars explode

dancing like gems

of red, white and gold

The clouds of colors

will never be lost again

as the rain of ash

appears unforgotten

touched by sparks

burned by a mistake

that once haunted

the unrelenting fake

bloody fingers

piereced by the fire

go unnoticed

as the night never tire

along with trash

comes a decietful gift

Hope re-appears

as we all fall asleep