Climate Change

Climate Change

By; Angel Vic S. Tecson

She's ignorant, product of the province

  An innocent woman that nobody recognized

A miniature of the modern life

  And talk but no one understand.

Then in the sudden, a stranger said:

  You have dangerous fearful future

Everyone saw a nerdy woman 

  Seeking companionship, all alone.

Influence by many, she learned all

  Smoking, drinking, taking drugs

Cut off her skirt, blows and sleeves

And wore a sexy dress.

In the platform she entertained all 

With the dancing light and aggressive looks.

Does she look innocent? Everyone said:

  "A poor promdi to desperate prosti"

Trusted One

                Trusted One              

By; Angel Vic S. Tecson

Forget me not, You Judas I love.

My heart, hatred I plant.

Nor giving mercy, I can't

For a betrayer friend, I have.

Stop all the lies, keep mouth shot

Carry this cross, with this pointed thorn;

Prevent not to kneel, let my will be done

For a worthy friend, can understand.

She is my pain, my doubt and my fear

My nightmares! Oh nightmare!

I thought that friend would last forever,

 I was wrong.

The pictures are trash, burn out all

Keep the secrets and forget the past

Brush out the blood and graze the spot.

For in every ending, there is a beginning.

The Molders of Dream

By: Angel Vic S. Tecson

The molder of dream is an Educator:

A teacher, not because he create his

Whose example is followed?

Students image, but because he helps

Students to create his own image.

He is a leader: The person who goes first.

Like the leading editorial in a newspaper.

Is a disciplinarian: Insist on stick discipline:

Training and conditioning to produce obedience

And self control. The molders of dream.

A counselor: Gives advice, especially legal advise,

an adviser. Professional guidance for an

individual or a couple of a qualified person.

He is a friend: One knows well and is fond of.

An ally, supporter or sympathizer.

Like a friend, kindly: favorable-

Supporting game played to fun,

Not in competition. To form, shape and guide,

The molders of dream.

A letter to God

A letter to God

I need you! I know you are here. I can see you:

You’re the light that allows me to see. I can hear you:

You speak through my voice. I can feel you:

You are the power that works my hands.

You’re working for me, even when I do not recognize your ways. You are working, even if I do not recognize your deeds. You are with me, even if I forget you. You are with me, Even in those moments when I fell most alone.

Only in my mind can I separate you. You are with me,

Even in my pain, you are with me; you are with me when

I pray and when I do not pray. You are in me and me in you. You are always with me.

Even if I fail to find you, you never stop to find me.

On my own, I can do nothing, but you can do all things. You are everything. Even if I cannot see the good, the good is there, Because you love me, my beloved, and thank you for being here always.

-Angel Vic S. Tecson-

Farewell

  Farewell

           By: Angel Vic S. Tecson

            I remember,

       the wide brown beach

Begging me not to leave-

The tears that never stopped – farewell

for I was leaving so long.

The light left on for me in the hall.

The trips on the game mahjong-

the time you kept me from harm

Whenever I needed you

It was your shoulder I turned to.

I was here in Manila-

The hospital care,

You in a wheelchair;

The feelings that you weren’t okay.

The days you couldn’t go out to play;

I was told in a summer day,

That you had forever gone away.

The funeral room full of fears.

Fathers eyes full of tears,

Everyone at the plaza

There was no shoulder,

Tears fell on my blouse

The pain I felt,

All of it still I haven’t dealt.

I wish I could’ve said goodbye.

Maybe now I wouldn’t cry.

I know you miss me,

Why couldn’t you stay?

I still miss you to this day.

Grandpa, I’m home.