RAINBOW SMILE

RAINBOW SMILE
by: dave danao  

(FOR POEM MOUNTAIN,MOON PILLOWE AND RAINBOW LEAF, NAMES OF MY FUTURE KIDS. THIS SONG WAS MY VISION FOR THEM, DURING THAT LITTLE RAINY RAINBOW AFTERNOON)

I RAN OUT OF TUNE
I RAN OUT OF WORDS
I RAN OUT OF SIGHT,
BUT I'M WONDERING WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE
STARING AT THOSE LONELY CLOWNS
PLAYING WITH THEIR SPOONS,
WRITING A LULLABY POEM ON A GYPSY TABLE
I PLAYED WITH MY THOUGHTS, THOSE COLORS THAT
I'VE CAUGHT
THE FLOWERS WERE DRINKING ON THAT RAINY RAINBOW AFTERNOON
SO I SMILED FOR THE FIRST TIME, SITTING ON A RAINBOW ROCKING CHAIR
I SPOKE TO THE BUTTERFLIES, THAT YOU'RE COMING
WITH THIS RAINBOW RHYME

THEY CAN'T COUNT THOSE RAINDROPS
THEY CAN'T COUNT THOSE LEAVES, FALLING
THEY CAN'T COUNT THOSE NUMBERS ON YOUR
BIRTH DAY RAINBOW RIDE
THEY CAN'T COUNT THOSE PLAYS AND SHYNESS
THEY CAN'T COUNT THOSE MAGICAL BALLOONS
THEY CAN'T COUNT THOSE MERRY TEARS,
ON MY RAINBOW COLOR SMILE

NOW IT'S ABOUT TIME, TO SING YOUR A,B,C AND
DO, RE, MI
COUNTING YOUR 1,2,3
AND SMILING YOUR MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB AND
THAT OLD MC DONALD'S FARM

MOMMA DON'T CRY IF DADDY'S GONNA DIE
HE'LL MISS YOUR SPAGHETTI AND SWEET FILIPINO POTATO
FRIES, ON YOUR RAINBOW CHRISTMAS PARADISE...

A Shed of Blood in the Abyss of his Cause

Dragged by the principles and views
of the red book.
In the name of the oppressed and exploited,
he was forced to leave the dirty deeds
of his ancient nightmare to embrace
the truth and break the chain of yoke.
Looking forward to the equinox of his future,
was like listening to his mother's words.
It was a hard decision and option
that gave him agitation.
But because of the wind and red hymns
of the mountain,
he found wisdom to pursue the purpose of the struggle that triggered his wrath
through the people's mourn and anger.
Longing for peace and justice through the cruelty
of bloodshed,
still he didn't dare to break christianity's creed.
On the verge of his battles
death was no longer a threat.
For the bitterness of the struggle,
turned into sweetness and become one with the cause
of revolution that made him lick the passion of freedom.
The past, present, and future will never be the same,
in the land of the farmers his blood will always
remain,
in my heart and soul he will always be
my friend.
Let us stand firm to our
belief and oath,
for the wisdom of Marx
will always bear a fruit.
Let us be brave, for the words
of Lenin will always be our
shield against the poison of our
enemies.
Let us continue fighting for the cause
of our rage,
for the principles of Mao will always
give us courage.
And let us bury in our hearts,
the revolutionary deeds of "Ka. Kenneth"
In the name of revolution to him
let us bow!...

-FOR GENESIS-

Seed Of The Cemetery Breeze

As I breathe a single breath
when ever I am alone.
I can find an answer why roses bloom,
though I don't feel like I come from
my mother's womb.
The moment I started to write this poem,
It invited my imagination to enjoy the
laughter of the immortals
everytime I visit my grandpa's tomb.
The halloween skulls representing the day of
saints and souls.
the hymns of the funeral,
the burning candles, and the people's mourn
I often ask myself,
why do we shed our tears if pain and loneliness
are the reason?
for me death is a peculiar dimension,
in the philosophy of my appreciation.
Tasks undone, some restless spirits have not yet
overcome.
but on the other side of their journey,
there will be a cosmos, a blessing, and
a gift that will come.
Beyond the horizon of the earth,
I've seen the cycle of my birth.
It was formed into ash,
to be crushed into dust
towards the hour of my last breath.
In times of my anger,
I often brace myself and ponder.
about the purpose of the cosmic life,
which sometimes becomes a
senseless matter that makes me feel sick and wonder!
But when rhymes of life become signs,
my crave for satisfaction tells
me to hang on for a moment,
for there will be a time that
salvation will be mine.
now I have visualized the
sensitivity of my psyche.
and I know that it will grow
stronger for the reason of the
apocalypse.
Someday I will learn to
compromise
just like one thing I have realized
to rest in peace, is to harvest
a fruit from the seed of the
cemetery breeze....

-For the souls departed-

TRY

Try to listen the music inside your own ego.
Try to listen the laughter of the wind.
Try to feel the anger of the waves.
Try to paint the color of the green mountain,
the blue ocean and the blue sky.
Try to compete falling with the waterfalls.
Try to collect the colors of the rainbow.
Try to feel the thirst of the desert.
Try to count the drops of the rain.
Try to take off your coat and slippers when
you are standing in the rain.
Try to appreciate the bite of an ant.
Try to capture and ponder the power of the lightning.
Try to reveal an answer about a certain phenomenon.
Try to exchange the color of a red rose to a white rose.
Try to accept "peace" and junk the bloody war.
Try to eat together with the poor and junk the manners
of the rich.
Try to listen the stories of a stranger and feel the difference
of his world.
Try to imagine the stars sparkling at sunrise.
Try to think what if "Jesus Christ" comes tomorrow morning,
at midnight, at dawn, or maybe on the next day?
Try not going to church but pray in silence and
embrace the outcome.
Try to think what if the sun comes at night and the moon shines early in the morning?
Try to think what page in the "revelation of the bible"
are we experiencing right now?
Try to think what if "Sister Death" embraces you like a flash of lightning?
Try to visualize a new "Planet Earth"
And try to think what's "God" thinking right now?

IMMORTALITY

Every time I look into her eyes
It's like magic that reminds me to stay alive.

Every time I get trapped by the sacredness
of her smile, It's like eternal daylight that never welcomes the night.

Every time I listen to the tune of her voice,
It's like cleansing my soul
embracing a huge sacrifice to conquer the real purpose of love as
the ultimate prize.

Every time I see her alone,
It's like singing my favorite song
connecting the strings of my heart
to the rhyme of a sacred poem.

And every time I think of her deeply,
I feel like I am being dragged
into another kind of consciousness experiencing
a timeless bliss, enchanted by the wholeness of her beauty
that makes me say, for ever deep inside of me she will always
by my immortality.

September 18, 2003

The Day He Closed His Eyes

Laughter faded away
I never wanted to breathe.
the world was so empty,
my faith was torn apart.
cups filled with my tears,
vision of loneliness from
the silence of the night.
I heard the roar of my anger
inside of me.
I figured it out and paused,
but all I saw was the end.
I couldn't rewind the time
I wish these were part of my dreams,
a sad song I often sing.
The sun then rose
but the day was dry.
the flowers were thirsty
when they saw the signs of his goodbye.
Life is full of pain
the fruit of the earth is gone,
my music was out of tune, the birds never sung
but the hymns of his story were there to play.
He gave us names, recognized by others.
we could have eaten grass, we could have
eaten dust, we used to walk barefoot but
now we're wearing shoes because of him.
Staring at his photograph, memories from the past
blazing across the sky, people were amazed, children were
loved, a blissful thing that brought us to eternity, it was a banquet
for all of us.

And now he is not existing, my future is becoming
an illusion.
It is stuck with dreads and is tied up by the rope of
my vexations.
Why did He took him?
these words I often say, happy moments are now
deformed like a clay.

I wish I could be with him tomorrow, that's what
I always pray.
I am tormented with these things,
waiting what's going to come through the pages of my life.

Soon the day will come, I will hear the cry of my child.
The wounds of my pain, will start falling out through
the door of my veins.
His face will shine as I begin to remember the wisdom
he had shared.
To know the reason why, the day he closed his eyes.

FOR Bro. Norbert Binder, O.F.M.
1920 to 1999

JUST ME

From my deepest imaginations
I've become the genius, the paranoid,
and the dull.

From my options,
I've become the optimist and the pessimist.

From my toughest decisions,
I've become the winner and the loser.

From my attitude,
I've become the trustworthy and the liar.

From my sensitivity,
I've become the lover and the hater.

From my desires,
I've become the master and the slave.

From my curiosities,
I've become the explorer and the revealer.

From my laughter,
I've become the happy and the lonely.

From my darkest frustrations,
I've become the strong and the weak.

From my fears,
I've become the brave and the coward.

From my insomnia,
I've become the insomniac, the silent scream
of my own mind and a "day sleeper".

From the echo of my whistle,
I've become the music, the song, and the singer.

From my wrath,
I've become the violent and the peace maker.

From my trials,
I've become the "cross", the teacher, and the victim.

From my sins,
I've become the fighter of good and evil.

From my stupidity,
I've become the pain in my own ass.

From my inferiorities,
I've become the artist, and the ordinary man.

From my beliefs,
I've become the sacred and was judged.

From my principles,
I've become the friend and the enemy.

From my humility,
I've become the accused and the innocent.

From my pride,
I've become the mighty unreachable.

From my education,
I've become the decent and the indecent.

From my conscience,
I've become a true human and a christian.

From my religion,
I've become the faithful and the doubtful.

From my gifts,
I've become the known and the unknown.

And from these words,
I've become "one" with everything that exists.

On the eve of January 10th 2003 at around 10:00 ended at 1:20 dawn, January 11th.