My Life’s Dedication (a re-affirmation)




                  My Life’s Dedication
                      (a re-affirmation)

with your love, i am now what I am told
with gray hair i know i have lived so long
i can not repay you with silver nor with gold
only my whole self and an ardent song

i shall sing to you the song of praise
the song of thanks and of adoration
i shall sing from my heart with bent knees
i shall make you the object of my meditation

for the life in the fields, the murmur of brooks
the peace in the sky, the love in the breeze
the beauty in flowers, the care from the folks
i shall gaily sing for them a lively song of praise

for the seas and hills, the valleys and plains
for every drop of rain that all-year round you bring
for the rays of the sun that shine on the grains
a sincere song of thanks i shall joyfully sing

for every hope and inspiration your beauty yield
for every morn broken, for every flower borne
for every dream fulfilled with your bountiful field
i shall sing for you the solemn adoration song

when lightning strike and quake mightily shake
when storm furiously blow and thunder angrily roar
when fear and confusion will stir the minds of the weak
i shall comfort them– they are whom i lived for

when there will be droughts and your brooks will run dry
when the fields crack and the shady trees’ leaves fall
when the sun will ceaselessly burn in the sky
i shall shed my tears to refresh your thirsty soul

when there will be floods and your treasure be drifted away
when the birds shiver and the flowers lose their charm
when the rain will continue to pour all day
i shall offer my breast to make your cold heart warm

i know i have but a single life to live
it maybe filled with joy more than a heart could bear
still, this blissful life i shall willingly give
for you, the the edge of grave i shall never fear

i know i have a lone death to die
it maybe filled with blood and strife and pain
still, i shall take that death without a sigh
what i lose for you will be counted as my gain

the sharp claws of death can do me no harm
its fangs may pierce me like a double-edged knife
i maybe torn to pieces but my heart shall remain warm
to serve just you till the last speck of my life

the wide mouth of death can swallow me not
dust and ashes i may become in my final rest
tho’ the wear of time will make the mortal in me rot
i know somewhere in your heart i shall forever exist!

                                           doroastig
                                           sometime in mid ’77
                                           Cadunan, Mabini, Davao del Norte


I wrote this as a man in his later years, toiling under the heat of the sun as my father Teofilo (RIP) did. The romantic beauty of the interiors of Cadunan in Mabini, Davao del Norte (now ComVal Province) provided me countless ideas enough to fill pages of a modest book. My most meaningful works are written there, like TO YOU MY SON. Its rolling hills with the cool brooks were so fascinating that I promised to myself I will be back there someday to behold its beauty and perhaps write there once more. I know Totong Awoman, our neighbor then, will still share his sinudsoran. I hope…



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The Beauty of Our Domain


The Beauty of Our Domain
         The Beauty of Our Domain

Wake up to the pale light of the lovely morn
Hear the birds sing praising for the new day
As the sun rises, new hopes are born
Worries disappear, your heart joyfully sway

The ripples of the brooks, how pleasant to hear
Roses’ inviting fragrance is life to smell
Your long-borne loads will be easier to bear
You will raise to heights no one can tell

As the sun shines on you my dear little son
Life-giving warmth sooth through your heart
And all of your trouble will turn into fun
Life, hope and joy will fill your every part

Behold the waves of the ripening grain
The breeze will bring you their pleasant smell
With thoughts that you existence is not in vain
They fill your life with unending thrill

When the sun’s heat burns your sweaty soul
The green shady trees silently invite you
The rippling brooks fills your emptiness to the full
With crystal-clear water all your sorrow will go

Behold the peaceful blue sky
While the pretty lovebirds tirelessly sing
Your thoughts will soar a thousand miles high
Your exhausted breast will merrily ring

Behold the inspiring things around you, my dear
They are colored with the light of the golden sun
The green surroundings that this place wear
Help make you strong and your weariness be gone

The penetrating cold wind that softly blow
Make this paradise dance with glee
It will tenderly shake off the failures you knew
New hopes appear, away your doubts flee

The murmur of the creek’s clear cold water
The sighs of the breeze as it blow over the fields
They’ll create in you a heart-touching prayer
And you will reap the lasting peace that they yeild

My son, see the paradise’s colorful sunset
When the sun will rest after its weary day
Darkness will begin to spread its confusing net
The once blue sky will slowly turn to gray

Before the darkness reign the sun will turn to red
The lovebirds song become so sad as if they weep
With motherly lullabies they bid their young to bed
And when the night come, all living creatures fall asleep

Heart-hugging calmness is what you feel, my dear
When you are in our paradise’s night
Soothing night breeze pierce you like a spear
It’ll refresh your soul till the fading of your light

The pale moon will shine on you while you peacefully rest
Dancing over you are the glittering stars
You will be in your dreamed comfort at its best
Heartaches will be forgotten, gone will be their scars

Feel the tenderness of the roaming night winds
It will loosen your breast which had been so tight
Its profound joy to you it kindly lends
You will be in paradise till the dawn spread its pale light

                                 doroastig
                                 sometime in mid ’77
                                 Cadunan, Mabini, Comval




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I Came From A Distant Place


I Came From A Distant Place

                        I Came From A Distant Place

I came from a distant place
But that place was not for me
Even though its skies were blue
Away from there I had to go

The people there, I love them all
But the people there made me small
That’s why I became so mad
But right now for being so I’m sad

When I was young in that distant place
There were no storms, just soft breeze
There my ship began to sail
With hopes someday I’d never fail

In that place as I grow
Hard strong winds furiously blew
It’s really sad to think
That my ship – it has to sink

I knew it was so unkind
To leave my sunken ship behind
But for me it was a crossroad
Leading to my life or to my load

This new place is not like that place
You greet me here with an embrace
Tho’ my life was as dark as night
Can go through it ’cause you give me light

From this place I’ve clearly seen
The stormy sea where I have been
Thanks to you for what you give
A strong new ship for me to live

That distant place had been a part of me
And the people there I long to see
I’ll pray someday they’ll greet me warm
Forevermore, they’ll do me no harm

                                                 doroastig
                                                 sometime in mid ’75
                                                 Pigsapawan, Gov. Gen., Dvo. Or.



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A Bird’s Day’s Flight


A Bird’s Day’s Flight

                        A Bird’s Day’s Flight

I woke up to the cold breaking morn
Another exhausting day was just born
A day meant for countless little things
But I didn’t ponder, I just spread my wings

To look for a foamy nest far away I tried
I did not take the folk’s words as guide
I left my nest and followed my way
It is not of velvet, I hate to stay

A bright colored flower I’ve seen on my way
And upon it’s soft petals I did lay
Truly there was comfort at its best
The comfort I never felt on my nest

Then my flower’s beauty began to fade
Because it was in the sun not in a shade
When the sun has sipped all the dew
The comfort was gone, away I had to go

Within my heart I felt little pain
But I knew I had to try again
To the highest cloud I hurriedly flew
So high that only me dared to

I reached the shapely cloud of silver
And tried so hard to find a nest there
But the trees – oh! no one can be found
There was emptiness, no one was around

Finally I find comfort not on the flower I love
Nor on the silvery clouds high above
But it is just here on my forsaken nest
As the day closes at the time of my rest

                                                 doroastig
                                                 july 1, ’75





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Transmutation


Transmutation

                      Transmutation

I won’t miss the sun,
     it’s light nor it’s warmth
I won’t miss the pale dawn
     nor the grey dusk
Nor the starry nights with the breeze
     so mild and soothing
That penetrates through the breasts
     where hearts are aching

I won’t care if flowers fade,
     in them there’ll be no beauty
I won’t care if the birds will sing
     not the song of liberty
If the seas will run dry
     and skies will turn to black
And man will have the all the wars
     and peace they lack

          if they’ll make me hungry
               the bread I’ll bit not
          if they’ll make me thirsty
               the wine I’ll sip not
          if they’ll make me lifeless
               I’ll be living
          if they’ll make me motionless
               I’ll be moving

          I can’t be scented
               I’ll have no odor
          I won’t fade
               I’ll have no color
          I can’t be molded
               I’ll be shapeless
          I won’t grow old
               I’ll be ageless

          They’ll make me dumb
               but I can loudly shout
          That the seeds I’ve sown
               all began to sprout
          Then there’ll be no yesterday
               there’ll be no tomorrow
          There’ll be pure joy
               there’ll be no sorrow

          At last I’ll find all the glories
               no more life’s storm
          I’ll remember not my sad stories
               only my long-dreamt rainbows form


I’m tired of being alive, and who is not?
Who’ll watch the play when performers rot?
We all saw it but only few like to stare
And the characters said they don’t care
As long as they can show to us who they are
By changing love stories into stories of war
They can’t hear us with our soft whisper
For their dreams are as deafening as thunder
We have the preacher’s music but it’s all in vain
All of us heard but only a few cared to listen
When shall we learn to stick to the words?
shall we when we’ll be pierced with swords?

                                            by doroastig
                                            sometime in the mid’75



I wrote this almost forty years ago when the time was so harsh. When I did this, my vision was blurred that I was not able to see lightnings, only the roar of thunder. That was the time I transformed myself.

Now I am awaken and can clearly see the lightning and hear its roaring thunder. The thunder I heard forty years ago was just a drum beaten to make people believe there was a storm, unlike the present situation when the storm is a real one. If I have transformed myself with a man-made storm then, how much more with a real one now?





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Kung Tayo’y Magiging Iisa


Kung Tayo’y Magiging Iisa



            Kung Tayo’y Magiging Iisa

                                                    ni doroastig
                                                    21Hulyo’78


kung gitara mo’t gitara ko’y pagsasamahin ang tinig
at sabaysabay tayong aawit ng iisang himig
kung sabaysabay din tayo sa pagkalabit at pagtipa
pakingga’t tunog nating dalawa’y magiging iisa

kung kita’y hahayaang mag-iisa sa iyong pag-awit
wala kang madamang kasiyahan kahit sansaglit
ang papasanin mo’y ga-mundong paghihirap
sa mga pangangailangan wala sa iyong lilingap

kung sa pag-awit ako’y hahayaan mong mag-iisa
pagtipa’t pagkalabit ko’y walang kasigla-sigla
tunog na magawa ko’y magiging matamlay
sa mga pagkakamali sa aki’y walang aagapay

ngunit kung sa pag-awit tayo’y magkasabay
tunog nating dalawa’y mapupuno ng buhay
at kung sa mapang-aping hanay ito’y ating iparirinig
mga puso nila’y mangangamba’t maliligalig

Ikaw ba’y handa nang makikiisa sa mga awiting dapat nating iparinig sa mga kinauukulan?



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Pakikipaglaban sa Kahirapan


Pakikipaglaban sa Kahirapan


       Pakikipaglaban sa Kahirapan

                                                  ni doroastig
                                                  17Ag’78


tusong Kahirapan, hindi ka namin kinatatakutan
sa kalupitan mo, maghihikahos ma’t gagapang
kami ma’y mamumulubi’t magiging kahabaghabag
mga mithi’t pangarap namin ‘di mo mabubuwag

ngayo’t magpakailanman ulo nami’y ‘di iyuyuko
kami sa iyo’y lalaban hanggang sa kayo’y maigupo
sa mga puso’t diwa namin paninindiga’y ‘di marurupok
‘di hahayaang mga pinapangarap mauuwi lamang sa alabok

minimithing kasaganaha’y abot tanaw na namin
ang nagbabagang araw ngayon sa ami’y lilipas din
libong dusa’t hapis man sa amin ngayo’y nakapaligid
bukas ay liligaya ri’t may tuwang walang patid

ang pagpapagod mo, lahat masasayang lamang
sa kapangyariha’t katusuhan mo kami ‘di malilinlang
kung ang mga abang buhay nami’y kaya mong kitlin
mga puso’t diwa namin ‘di mo magawang pasukuin!

ika-12 ng Disyembre, 2013:
Dahil sa mga batikos ng media, akala ko noong kabataan ko, si Marcos na ang pinakamasamang pangulo kaya naisulat ko ang tulang ito. Na-brainwash lang pala ako. Hindi pala siya ang tunay na KAHIRAPAN kundi ang kasalukuyang namamahala sa pinakamataas na pwesto ng ating bayan.



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