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January 6, 2009They say that the only constant thing in our life is change. And this is a yet another perfect example.
After 20 months of blogging in this platform, I am packing and moving to HERE. Also, I’m inviting you to see my new baby HERE.
Hope you join me in this new journey.
Recap
December 30, 2008The year of living dangerously
Came close to Death
Not once but twice, baffled
At my luck, or misfortune,
Depends on who I ask;
Came close to Love
Not twice but thrice, afraid
Of myself, and my heart,
Whichever is still here;
Came close, a Life
Of possibilities, decided
To stay, and move on,
To where, so uncertain.
phnom penh, 2008
copyright Michael P. De Guzman
Smoke
December 22, 2008usok
ibinabalik ng hangin
ang usok ng sigarilyong
binuga palayo sa ‘kin:
nanunuot sa ‘king ulo
ang usok ng iyong dibdib,
di arok kung san ang dulo
ng hininga at pag-ibig–
kung gaano ba kapusok,
kung sinlinaw ba ng tubig.
ngunit katulad ng usok
mula sa ‘yong sigarilyo,
ang pangako mo’y marupok,
sadyang madaling mabuyo
ng mga bulong ng hangin,
kayang tangayin palayo
hanggang maglaho sa akin.
phnom penh, 2008
copyright Michael P. De Guzman
Drifting, 5
mid-air
on the plane,
the twilight sun
falls on my skin
like molten steel.
my drink glints
like his icy stare,
hitting my eyes:
slivers of glass
that cuts me blind,
blood with tears
i wish to wipe away
with the fat clouds
cushioning the plane.
phnom penh, 2008
copyright Michael P. De Guzman
Drifting, 4
December 17, 2008alapaap
tumama ang sikat
ng palubog na araw
sa aking kamay at
sa basong plastik;
kumislap ang baso,
habang tila natubog
sa gintong makinang
ang aking kamay;
nabaling ang tingin
sa balumbon ng ulap
na tila bulak sa ilalim
ng aking sinasakyan;
at sa pagtama ng kisap
sa aking mga mata,
naisip ko kung maari
bang ipahid sa mga ulap
itong aking mga luha?
ang air space sa pagitan ng vietnam at cambodia
copyright Michael P. De Guzman
Drifting, 3
December 3, 2008cast away
the night sky
is dark and wide
stars burn with their
endless fires while
the river encloses me
in its cool embrace:
lulling me to slumber
devoid of any thoughts,
not caring for whatever
happens from here on.
phnom penh, 2008
copyright Michael P. De Guzman
Drifting, 2
November 28, 2008paglusong
paglusong ko sa ilog,
ako’y magpapatangay
sa kanyang mga agos,
patungo sa kung saan
ang tubig ay may lamig
ng umaga at ang alon
ay yumayapos sa dibdib
na tila sabik na sanggol:
hindi ako manlalaban,
di tatangkaing lumangoy.
phnom penh 2008
copyright Michael P. De Guzman
Drifting
November 25, 2008the river
my loneliness
feels like a river
i can’t swim across;
i’m afraid of going
to where the currents
will bring me: tired
of finding myself in
different places
while feeling
the same.
phnom penh, 2008
copyright Michael P. De Guzman
Beef soup for the soul
November 22, 2008Pho
Natagpuan ko ang ligaya
Sa malaking mangkok
Ng mainit na sabaw
Na gumuhit sa lalamunan
Ngayong maulan na gabi,
Kasabay sa paggapang
Ng init sa kaibuturan
Nang aking masulyapan
Itong mukha’t katawang
Nakalantad sa ‘king harap:
Buo ang bawat hilatsa
Ng bawat laman ng hapag
Ngunit mailap ang mata,
Di masilo ng aking tingin
At mahaharot na ngiti;
Pinili ang pagtunganga
Nalimot sariling gutom
Kaya kahit umuwing di ubos
Itong piniling hapunan,
Busog din ang pakiramdam.
tay ninh, vietnam, 2008
copyright Michael P. De Guzman
10 years ago, 3
November 19, 2008L’affaire Internationale
You grasp my hands
Your breath on my skin
Wet kisses on my feet
Whispers of passion:
Je t’adore.
I hold your gaze steady
Fair-haired and dimpled
Smooth skin like milk
Sibilant voice trembling:
Vous avez de beaux yeux.
Your words flow
Like syrup,
Filling me with
Promises so sweet
I am almost
Led to believe.
Again.
Nothing is forever,
Amour, this
I’ve learned painfully.
If I let you take me
To this dance again,
I may not get out
In time to save what
Remains of myself.
Nothing is forever,
Oui, even the love
That you so profess.
Kiss me, mon cher,
The time is ripe
For parting.
Au revoir.
manila, 1998; edited phnom penh, 2008
copyright Michael P. De Guzman










