Tatlong Tula Ni Amado V. Hernandez

Ang Uod

Sa lagas na dahong nasabit sa tinik
sumilang ang isang uod na maliit,
ang pinakaduya’y supot na manipis,
na uugoy-ugoy sa hanging malamig
sa bahay na yaong ulila’t mapait,
ang uod na munti’y natutuong magtiis.

Sa buntung-hininga ng katag-arawan,
ang dahong may sapot ay biglang nabuksan;
ang kawawang uod, ng aking matanaw,
ay wala ni mata, ni bibig, ni kamay
ang mahina’t malambot na kanyang katawan
at pausad-usad lamang kung gumalaw.

Mula sa ibaba ng punong mataas,
siya’y gumagapang, marahan, paakyat;
kung minsa’y halos ay malaglag;
nuni’t ang umaga, noong namumukadkad;
siya’y nasa ubod ng isang bulaklak.

Ang tao’y tila uod ding maliit,
sumilang sa isang ulilang daigdig;
kahit walang pakpak, kahit walang bagwis,
kanyang mararating kahit himpapawid
kung siya’y marunong gumawa’t magtiis…
walang karagatang hindi matatawid!


Inang Wika

Ako’y ikakasal..
ang aming tahana’y
masayang katulad ng parol king pisata, magara’t makulay;
kangina pa’y walang patlang ang tugtugan,
agos ang regalo’t buhos ang inuman;
ang aking magiging kabiyak ng buhay
isang kanluraning mutyang paraluman:
marilag, marangya, balita, mayaman,
sadyang pulotgata sa bibig ng isang mundong kaibigan.
Sa tanging sasakyan
nang kami’y lumulan,
may natanaw ako sa tapat ng bahay
na isang matandang babaing luhaan;
subali’t sa gitna ng kaligayahan,
sa harap ng aking gintong kapalaran,
siya ay hindi ko binati man lamang
at hindi ko siya pinansin man lamang,
tuluy-tuloy kami sa nagagayakang simbahan sa bayan.
Kapwa maligayang nagsiluhod kapwa
sa paa ng altar, sa pilak at gintong masamyong dambana:
pagkasaya-saya’t ang mga kampana
ay nagtitimpalak sa pagbabalita
ng aming kasalang lubhang maharlika:
datapwa,
ang larawang buhay ng kaawa-awa
--ang matandang yaon—wari’y nakalimbag sa mata ko’t diwa;
at ang tumutulong luha ng kandila
tila ang kanya ring masaklap na luha;
gayon man, sa piling ng kahanga-hanga
at sakdal ng gandang kaisangpuso ko’y niwalangbahala
ang pagkabalisa, at ang aking budhi’y dagling pinayapa.
Natapos ang kasal…
maligayang bati, birong maaanghang
at saboy ng bigas ang tinanggap namin pagbaba sa altar;
nang mga sandaling pasakay na kami sa aming sasakyan
ay may alingasngas akong napakinggan…
at aking natanaw;
yaon ding matanda ang ligid ng taong hindi magkamayaw;
ako’y itinulak ng hiwagang lakas na di mapigilan
at siya’y patakbong aking nilapitan;
nang kandungin ko na sa aking kandungan,
sa mata’y napahid ang lahat ng luha, dusa’t kalungkutan,
masuyong nangiti’t maamong tinuran:
“Bunso ko, paalam,
ako ang ina mong sawing kapalaran…”
at ang kulampalad ay napalungayngay,
at nang aking hagkan
ay wala nang buhay.
sa nanginginig kong bisig din namatay!
Siya’y niyakap ko nang napakatagal:
Inang! inang! inang!
Ayaw nang balikan
ng tibok ang pusong sa hirap nawindang,
kahi’t dinilig ko ng saganang luha ang kawawang bangkay.

Noon ko natantong ang ina kong mahal,
ang Inangwika kong sa aki’y nagbigay
ng lahat kong muni, pangarap at dangal,
subali’t tinikis sa gitna ng aking ginhawa’t tagumpay
at mandi’y pulubing lumaboy sa labis na karalitaan,
namatay sa kanyang dalamhating taglay
nang ako’y sa ibang mapalad magmahal,
nang ako’y … tuluyang pakasal
sa Wikang Dayuhan!


Kung Tuyo Na Ang Luha Mo, Aking Bayan

Lumuha ka, aking Bayan: buong lungkot mong iluha
ang kawawang kapalaran ng lupain mong kawawa:
ang bandilang sagisag mo’y lukob ng dayong bandila,
pati wikang minana mo’y busabos ng ibang wika;
ganito ring araw noon nang agawan ka ng laya,
labintatlo ng Agosto nang saklutin ang Maynila.

Lumuha ka, habang sila ay palalong nagdiriwang,
sa libingan ng maliit, ang malaki’y may libangan;
katulad mo ay si Huli, naaliping bayad-utang,
katulad mo ay si Sisa, binaliw ng kahirapan;
walang lakas na magtanggol, walang tapang na lumaban,
tumataghoy, kung paslangin; tumatangis, kung nakawan!

Iluha mo ang sambuntong kasawiang nagtalakop
na sa iyo’y pampahirap, sa banyaga’y pampalusog:
ang lahat mong kayamana’y kamal-kamal na naubos,
ang lahat mong kalayaa’y sabay-sabay na natapos;
masdan mo ang iyong lupa, dayong hukbo’y nakatanod,
masdan mo ang iyong dagat, dayong bapor, nasa laot!

Lumuha ka kung sa puso ay nagmaliw na ang layon,
kung ang araw sa langit mo ay lagi nang dapithapon,
kung ang alon sa dagat mo ay ayaw nang magdaluyong,
kung ang bulkan sa dibdib mo ay hindi man umuungol,
kung wala nang maglalamay sa gabi ng pagbabangon,
lumuha nang lumuha’t ang laya mo’y nakaburol.

May araw ding ang luha mo’y masasaid, matutuyo,
may araw ding di na luha sa mata mong namumugto
ang dadaloy, kundi apoy, at apoy na kulay dugo,
samantalang and dugo mo ay aserong kumukulo;
sisigaw kang buong giting sa liyab ng libong sulo
at ang lumang tanikala’y lalagutin mo ng punlo!

Maraming salamat mula sa pinaghugutan ko nang mga tula sinagbayan.multiply.com
Salamat din sa imahe mula sa globalpinoy.com

Pag-ibig Sa Tinubuang Lupa

Pag-ibig Sa Tinubuang Lupa
Tula Ni Andres Bonifacio


Aling pag-ibig pa ang hihigit kaya
sa pagka-dalisay at pagka-dakila
gaya ng pag-ibig sa tinubuang lupa?
Alin pag-ibig pa? Wala na nga, wala.

Ulit-ulitin mang basahin ng isip
at isa-isahing talastasing pilit
ang salita’t buhay na limbag at titik
ng isang katauhan ito’y namamasid.

Banal na pag-ibig pag ikaw ang nukal
sa tapat na puso ng sino’t alinman,
imbit taong gubat, maralita’t mangmang
nagiging dakila at iginagalang.

Pagpuring lubos ang nagiging hangad
sa bayan ng taong may dangal na ingat,
umawit, tumula, kumatha’t sumulat,
kalakhan din nila’y isinisiwalat.

Walang mahalagang hindi inihandog
ng pusong mahal sa Bayang nagkupkop,
dugo, yaman, dunong, tiisa’t pagod,
buhay ma’y abuting magkalagot-lagot.

Bakit? Ano itong sakdal nang laki
na hinahandugan ng buong pag kasi
na sa lalong mahal kapangyayari
at ginugugulan ng buhay na iwi.

Ay! Ito’y ang Inang Bayang tinubuan,
siya’y ina’t tangi na kinamulatan
ng kawili-wiling liwanag ng araw
na nagbibigay init sa lunong katawan.

Sa kanya’y utang ang unang pagtanggol
ng simoy ng hanging nagbigay lunas,
sa inis na puso na sisinghap-singhap,
sa balong malalim ng siphayo’t hirap.

Kalakip din nito’y pag-ibig sa Bayan
ang lahat ng lalong sa gunita’y mahal
mula sa masaya’t gasong kasanggulan.
hanggang sa katawan ay mapasa-libingan.

Ang na nga kapanahon ng aliw,
ang inaasahang araw na darating
ng pagka-timawa ng mga alipin,
liban pa ba sa bayan tatanghalin?

At ang balang kahoy at ang balang sanga
na parang niya’t gubat na kaaya-aya
sukat ang makita’t sasa-ala-ala
ang ina’t ang giliw lampas sa saya.

Tubig niyang malinaw sa anak’y bulog
bukal sa batisang nagkalat sa bundok
malambot na huni ng matuling agos
na nakaa-aliw sa pusong may lungkot.

Sa kaba ng abang mawalay sa Bayan!
gunita ma’y laging sakbibi ng lumbay
walang ala-ala’t inaasam-asam
kundi ang makita’ng lupang tinubuan.

Pati na’ng magdusa’t sampung kamatayan
waring masarap kung dahil sa Bayan
at lalong maghirap, O! himalang bagay,
lalong pag-irog pa ang sa kanya’y alay.

Kung ang bayang ito’y nasa panganib
at siya ay dapat na ipagtangkilik
ang anak, asawa, magulang, kapatid
isang tawag niya’y tatalikdang pilit.

Datapwa kung bayan ng ka-Tagalogan
ay nilalapastangan at niyuyurakan
katwiran, puri niya’t kamahalan
ng sama ng lilong ibang bayan.

Di gaano kaya ang paghinagpis
ng pusong Tagalog sa puring nalait
at aling kaluoban na lalong tahimik
ang di pupukawin sa paghihimagsik?

Saan magbubuhat ang paghihinay
sa paghihiganti’t gumugol ng buhay
kung wala ring ibang kasasadlakan
kundi ang lugami sa ka-alipinan?

Kung ang pagka-baon niya’t pagka-busabos
sa lusak ng daya’t tunay na pag-ayop
supil ng pang-hampas tanikalang gapos
at luha na lamang ang pinaa-agos

Sa kanyang anyo’y sino ang tutunghay
na di-aakayin sa gawang magdamdam
pusong naglilipak sa pagka-sukaban
na hindi gumagalang dugo at buhay.

Mangyari kayang ito’y masulyap
ng mga Tagalog at hindi lumingap
sa naghihingalong Inang nasa yapak
ng kasuklam-suklam na Castilang hamak.

Nasaan ang dangal ng mga Tagalog,
nasaan ang dugong dapat na ibuhos?
bayan ay inaapi, bakit di kumikilos?
at natitilihang ito’y mapanuod.

Hayo na nga kayo, kayong ngang buhay
sa pag-asang lubos na kaginhawahan
at walang tinamo kundi kapaitan,
kaya nga’t ibigin ang naaabang bayan.

Kayong antayan na sa kapapasakit
ng dakilang hangad sa batis ng dibdib
muling pabalungit tunay na pag-ibig
kusang ibulalas sa bayang piniit.

Kayong nalagasan ng bunga’t bulaklak
kahoy niyaring buhay na nilant sukat
ng bala-balakit makapal na hirap
muling manariwa’t sa baya’y lumiyag.

Kayong mga pusong kusang (pugal)
ng dagat at bagsik ng ganid na asal,
ngayon magbangon’t baya’y itanghal
agawin sa kuko ng mga sukaban.

Kayong mga dukhang walang tanging (lasap)
kundi ang mabuhay sa dalita’t hirap,
ampunin ang bayan kung nasa ay lunas
sapagkat ang ginhawa niya ay sa lahat.

Ipaghandog-handog ang buong pag-ibig
hanggang sa mga dugo’y ubusang itigis
kung sa pagtatanggol, buhay ay (mailit)
ito’y kapalaran at tunay na langit.



--Maraming salamat sa kopya nang tula na mula sa www.elaput.org
--Maraming salamat din sa imahe na mula naman sa www.pinoyphotography.org

LSS (Last Song Syndrome)

SONG: THE FIRST SINGLE
ARTIST: THE FORMAT


INTRO:

e|---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---4---0---0---0-4-2---------------|
B|-4---4---5---5---4---4---5---5---2---0---2---0---5---5-------4-5-----------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|

VERSE 1:


E C#m A B

e|--0----0----0----2----|
B|--0----5----2----4----|
G|--1----6----2----4----|
D|--2----6----2----4----|
A|--2----4----0----2----|
E|----------------------|


E C#m A E

(Intro) I can't stand to think about a heart so big it hurts like hell

C#m A E

Oh my God I gave my best but for three whole years to end like this

C#m A E C#m A E

Do you want to fall apart, I can't stop if you can't start

C#m A E C#m B A

Do you want to fall apart, well I could if you can try to fix what I've undone,

E

Cause I hate what I've become


CHORUS:


E B

You know me, or you think you do, you just don't seem to see,

A C#m B

I've been waiting, all this time to be, somethin I can't define

E B A

So let's cause a scene, clap our hands and stomp our feet or somethin,

C#m B

Yea somethin, I just gotta get myself over me


(Intro is played all throughout the second verse, too.)

VERSE 2 (lyrics at the bottom) is the same as verse 1.



CHORUS



BRIDGE: Just repeat this little riff for the whole bridge.


e|-7-----------7-------------------------------------------------------------|
B|----5--7--5-----5--7--5----------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|


After that, he just goes into the chorus again, and then that's it.
===============================================================================


*courtesy of ultimateguitar.com

Ubuntu 8.04 luvbot

Waiting game is over. Ubuntu releases Hardy Heron 8.04 last April 24, just when I had received my copy of Ubuntu 7.10 this month!!!
Well, what can I say?! Get your COPY now!


Ubuntu 8.04 can be downloaded or ordered at Ubuntu.com

*image courtesy of lifehacker.com.au

Lolcats! (lolspeak!)

Amusingly funny!
icanhascheezburger.com

Pangea Day -May 10, 2008

An event one shouldn't missed. An opportunity of seeing the world in the eyes of another. A revitalizing force that could change our perception, understanding, and valuation on the world we are living, on the lives we are reaching, and on the people, culture and religion we are condemning, discriminating and prosecuting.
I hope that this event will spark the change we are all looking for to put a stop to war and violence swarming around the globe. To put an end to meaningless conflicts and to open our minds to possibilities of living in a world free of guns, bullets, bombs and heavy artilleries. Free of people, culture and religion endlessly fighting one another. To make us understand the suffering our neighbors are living with. I hope that this event will shake us, awaken our senses, to move us closer to one another, supporting one another as one global community in respect with each other's culture, religion, sexual orientation and political beliefs.
I invite you all to join Pangea Day visit pangeaday.org
I'll be there on May 10, 2008 -Pangea day-

Love For Gold #1

Poker now!

The game is on!

Cheap Animation

A short stop-motion animation I made using my phone.

Bitchin' zio

Bitching Bob/Betty is the slang term some pilots and crew (mainly North American) use when referring to the voice used on some on board aircraft systems which provide audible spoken warnings.-wikipedia.org
Some sample warnings from GPWS and EGPWS/TAWS and warnings from TCAS were used..
Just for the sake of fun.
Here's my Bitchin' zio!




when listening to spellingcontest: "WHOOP WHOOP! Pull Up!"

when listening to Infidels: "Don't Sink!"

when playing poker: "Clear of Conflict"

when having a hot conversation: "Windshear, Windshear, Windshear!" "Don't Sink!"

when talking to a fellow zio: "Increase Climb, Increase Climb"

when having a drink with a fellow zio: "Altitude, Altitude"

when waiting for a fellow zio: "Maintain Vertical Speed, Maintain"

To all fellow zio: "Climb, Climb NOW -- Climb, Climb NOW"

On a stupor

just like symbiosis --should be the title of this post, but it would be an understatement. I think.

A couple of friends and i met up last night to watch the indie film, Pisay, which just recently won international awards for asian films. After watching the film and dissecting it's flaws, we agreed to continue sucking out the marrows of life at Quattro, timog.
Last night's discussion was a meteor shower of ideas, subjectively speaking, because I may get whacked-out again by just using the adjective, so much for last night's sophism. I was beaten down by these two urban post-modern philosophers, Gino and Marco, i have to say i felt wrongly placed on parallel universe of aesthetics. Due to being the affirmative on the issue of conformity, just for the sake of verbal opposition, i was butchered by lacking the ability to assert the issues being raised there. It was hellish, and i, knowing resistance is futile, dropped down on both knees, my lightsaber on the floor and faced the innevitable judicial murder of the two jedi master.
Waking up this morning, i feel compelled writing about what happened last night, primarily because i have to secure my acumen on philosophical matters, saving my sanity for my own survival, and of course, testing the phrenic toolbox given by these two masters. So, you see, it's not about battling it out till wit's end, it's the digging and pulling of ideas from ideas both parties benefited from, no matter how brute or compelling the word being thrown out at each other. Just like symbiosis.

Howlin Wolf blues session

I'm having LSS on this one. Thanks to my friend, erwin, for introducing me to the world of blues!
To you my friend, more babes! booze! and blues! If Tat is reading this, it should say, Bonds, books and blues!???

Plugged and pushing it on the web.

I just have to say that the I have been using a s60 3rd generation smart phone in posting entries here in my blog lately. If you would, most of the entries has videos or image on it, for a more appropriate introduction i guess..

The kibosh of spellingcontest

Went to U.P. last night supposedly to watch friends who will be performing their song, unfortunately, me and a couple of dismayed friends leaved the venue after 5 hours of waiting for them to play.

Gino summed it well when he said, "It's a bitch waiting here for hours, bearing to hear contemptible bands playing. It's a bitch man, it's a bitch."

Heart's a keyboard-- just keep on typing.

Gino, my kickass! buddy, keep sending me invites into a "goodtime" pre-valentine cowboy parteee! Cheers girls!

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

It's the last day of January, and I feel I should post something for this month. Since I'm too busy to write about something, I will just share an entry from another site which I stumbled upon. By the way, I am now currently a member of these online community of book-lovers, www.goodreads.com, c'mon check it out!

"Once a farmer went to tell the Buddha about his problems. He described his difficulties farming – how either droughts or monsoons complicated his work. He told the Buddha about his wife – how even though he loved her, there were certain things about her he wished to change. Likewise with his children – yes, he loved them, but they weren’t turning out quite the way he wanted. When he was finished, he asked how the Buddha could help him with his problems.

The Buddha replied, “I’m sorry but I can’t help you.”

“What do you mean?” railed the farmer. “You’re supposed to be a great teacher!”

The Buddha replied, “Sir, it’s like this. All human beings have eighty-three problems. It’s a fact of life. Sure, a few problems will go away now and then, but soon enough others will arise. So we’ll always have eighty-three problems.”

The farmer responded indignantly, “Then what’s the good of all your teaching?”

The Buddha said, “My teaching can’t help with the eighty-three problems, but it can help with the eighty-fourth problem.”

What’s that?” asked the farmer.

“The eighty-fourth problem is that we don’t want to have any problems.”"
— The Buddha

Indolence

where are the people?
lamenting heat that sucks all coldness around
hahaha!!!
and then a crackling sound. Sepia-colored afternoon.
a ventilator moves it's head from side to side
as if guarding an invisible enemy,
fiery sultriness
a television tired of running pictures on its screen
toneless, soporific, irksome
an afternoon of silent screams and divestiture of sanity
oh mighty sun, kiss us with your tender punch
wave your compliments on a brumal state
dog days in December

Sweet Ryhthmic Days

I am writing something so you can't hurt me tonight...

First, can you spell JOCUND?
Can you spell it backwards? upside-down?
Can you define it and use it in a sentence?
forcibly inject it into my senses so i may not wallow tonight in DESPONDENCY
so that LACHRYMOSE phantasms would not visit me in my dreams.

can you spell PREDICAMENT?
Can you define it and use it in a sentence?
like love COERCIVELY hanging above your head.
war-thorned memoir of last year's necrosis.

Second, I am JOVIAL about this, yes i am
words spinning endlessly through roots of it's epoch
canned good dreams being sold at a local flea market
insignificant, expired, COLD

Finally, It's GOOD
three days of bearable LIGHTNESS,a bereft poison
strength is a widow hiding in a dark mask
hope is a pigeon, aeronautical, airborne
love is. well. always. love. BLANK.