Poems

28 Years and Counting  

Waiting 

Life Inevitably Ends in Tears  

The Man Who Build His Dreams Upon the Rocks  

Empty Vessel  

Faith  

Ganito Pala Ang Kilig  

Si No Tuviera Que Decirte  

Within This Walls  

Los Secretos de Tus Ojos  

Eyes That Cannot See, Ears That Cannot Hear  

Parang Bula 

Payong na Pula 

Kung Ika'y Tatalikod  

Makabagong CallGirl  

Random Thoughts  

I Bet You Think This Poem is About You  

Corner Stop  

Romeo 

the Potter  

How I Found the Answer to Life the Universe and Everything 

A World Divided"  

A Cheesy Love Poem  

You Know That Love  

Stark Naked Eyes 

 Day Night  

One Year Today  

To be Simple 

 the bird is falling

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