Fly away

Fly away by: Germund B. Compuesto Tired of this life as i unpack my things and say goodbye, pain keeps running in my mind, i just wanna end it all and fly, as the wind blows i glide, watch the sun and moon collide, i wish time could by me by, everything's gonna set me to hide, and this feeling of pain couldn't be tamed, tired of this life no matter what i've done, everything's closing at me, while my life is unsure and undone.

Between hate and insanity

Between hate and insanity by: Germund B. Compuesto help me erase all the pain because of our joy, make me numb because of our sweetness, let hate collide and forget all the love we've had, help me become another person, cloaked with noise and chaos caged those laughter and tears, bury all our secrets and happiness, i once lived in the ideals of perfection, then fate decides with realization, burn everything to the ground, and kill all the love we've had, no matter how it goes and how i try, fate can give you a reality that bites, scream and never let go of the hate, growl like a like a lions roar that forsake, and never let anybody see you cry, for all those memories will just make you die, and you will gain nothing but lie, erase all the good things in life, and never let anybody see you cry, coz no tears can help you, hence be like no others can be, and they'll see who created you and its me

Sa Gitna ng Panaginip at Pagpanaw

Sa Gitna ng Panaginip at Pagpanaw isinulat ni: Germund B. Compuesto Sa gitna ng aking panaginip ako'y napukaw, nagising sa hindi mawaring tanawing nakalutang, ito ang aking paraisong walang hanggan, paraisong walang halong kalungkutan, ngunit puno ng kaginhawahan, sa gitna ng aking panaginip ako'y napasigaw, sa pighating hindi ako magkamayaw, nais kong balikan ang nagtapos, mga pagsisisi't kamalian, ngunit nais kong pagsisi'y mapawalan, at hawakan ng mahigipit ang napagdaanan. sa gitna ng aking panaginip ako'y pumanaw, tumalikod sa buhay ng kahirapan, iniwan ang pagpapanggap ng kasaysayan, ngunit sa aking pagpanaw, mga linyang isinulat wag sana makalimutan, ng mga taong handang magbigay para sa kanilang mahal sa buhay.

Sa bawat sandali

Sa bawat sandali isinulat ni: Germund B. Compuesto. Bawat sandali ng aking buhay, higpit ng hawak sa sayong mga kamay, nais kong ibaon sa walang hanggan, animo'y isang paru- paro'ng nawalan ng pakpak, sa dagok ng pighati't mga lamat, pilit na kinakalimutan ang mga nagdaan, ngunit yakap at halik hindi makalimutan, sa bawat hithit ng sigarilyong hindi mapigil, alaalang pilit na kinikitil, mga aninong mapanghusga't hindi maaninag ng kapalaran, sa sakit na hindi ko maibsan, bawat sandali ng aking buhay, nais kang mahagkan sa huling sandali ng aking buhay.

Paano ba

Paano ba Isinulat ni: Germund B. Compuesto Pilit man limutin ang nakaraan, pilit man burahin ang nagdaan, pilit man sabihin ayos lang, ngunit sa tuwing ika’y nakikita, pintig ng aking puso’y nahihirapan, animo’y isang gabing walang hangan, puso’t damdamin hindi magkamayaw, aanhin ko ang pagkakaibigan, kung ang puso ko’y hindi maibsan, mga yakap at halik sayo’y hindi makalimutan, ngunit ika’y nakagapos sa nakaraan, ano ba ang kailangan sabihin, ano ba ang kailangan gawin, maaring mahal mo pa siya, nakikiusap ako hayaan mo ang Diyos ang magpasya, sa bawat gabi, aking pinag darasal, na sana’y mapawi na ang iyong kalungkutan, kung alam mo lang kung paano kita minamahal, minamahal kita ng hindi mo malalaman ang sagot, dahil minamahal kita higit pa sa mga sulat at linya, higit pa sa ibig sabihin ng pagmamahal, minamahal kita sa simpleng sagot na “Ikaw” walang labis walang kulang ang pwedeng sumaklaw at bumitaw…

A letter

A letter by: Germund B. Compuesto Sir each and everyday in my life I always asked why did you give people the gift of freewill when it is the reason why people suffers. You should have given us the concept of fate because people are irresponsible enough that they can even hurt others because of it. Yet you also gave the concept about faith were people hang on to it while they’re suffering. I am not questioning your power because you created me. I also hate the concept of being controlled, but I would rather believe in something that I know I’m destined to be than believe in something you don’t even know what lies beneath the path you’re taking. I would always wake up in the middle of the night going to a work that makes you deteriorate because of the emotional, mental and physical stress you’re going through each and every day on the job. Yet I always think the concept of fate and faith binding each of my co-employees to their seats while they swallow up their pride to those obnoxious callers that curses them until their souls are stripped down from their body. God I guess the concept of freewill conveys to overwhelm on the sense of compassion to people. Lately i met this sweet girl; she likes to laugh and tell stories. I think you always met her every Sunday because she always makes it to a point that she visits you on the seventh day. She cares about her friends and loved her family more than everything. She is a thoughtful person and a lovely daughter. I know she is strong and she can bare all the burdens of life. But how I wish you gave her a little compassion not to experience the pain she going through right now. I’m not asking you to have a depth of gratitude to those people, who honors you. An emotional credit is so good to be true, just a little time to be insensitive while they’re in pain. How I wish you gave everyone the power to read minds whenever they wanted to find out what other people thinks. So that people will have a great understanding and harmony with each other. It is more painful when you don’t even know how a person thinks and all you can do is to wait for the worse things to happen. God! How I wish every people who get hurt would have this controlled feeling of shutting down the pain and be desensitize while they’re on the stage recovery. One thing for sure…. People who get hurt can also hurt others without realizing that they are doing it. It hurts like hell that your silent cry is unheard and nobody knows about it.

I dont want a memory

I dont want a memory by: Germund B. Compuesto I do not own you, nor tell myself that your mine… I guess the whole point on why I’m around is to make you happy in times of your sadness, wipe your tears when it keeps falling down on your cheeks. Maybe the reason why I choose to stay is because of selfless love. I may not trully understand the meaning of being selfless but one thing I’m pretty sure at... I always make it to a point that you will always be happy at the end of the day, fill out those incomplete shards of memories that you’re trying to erase, and help you pick up those pieces of yourself that was thrown down in the drain. I may not the perfect guy you’re looking for, sometimes my shoelaces are untied, I forgot things frequently and my room is a mess. I made mistakes or let’s just say I AM the maker of it. I wear petty clothes and tattered jeans. Sometimes I’m a nuisance to you as what you’re always saying when you’re mad at me or telling the word “kid” if you wanna annoy me. But at the end of the day we always jive and sway and do crazy stuff, criticize things like “whats wrong with the picture” type of conversation. I may not be an editor-type-guy that could impress you with just one stroke of the hand and can make a beautiful write-up, or a publisher coz I’m not fond of reading books, yet enjoying watching films, I may be childish and naïve at one point, hence I will be the guy that will make you laugh in times of your agonizing memories, your serenity in times of your resentment, or give you a lift in times of your futile day moments. Even if I cannot hold your hand for a long time nor give you flowers and chocolates or say those three words but seeing you moved on is fulfilling to me. You’re too good to be true in my life that I even forgot those two words that I should be aware of, “reality check.” Maybe that is the reason why at this point in my life I would always believe in faith. Coz it’s the only way that I can make myself assure that i won’t lose you in the long run. If you could only see that I’m learning a lot from you like making me forget peter pan and become captain hook in my life and I’ve come to a point where I realize that patience is precious and being still is different from doing nothing. Yet, each and everyday that I’m with you, each and every minute that you make my world stop each and every time we create something to remind of scares me a lot. I don’t know if the day will come and everything will just only be in a memory, a concept of something that you cannot touch, hear or see and you could only use it when you’re in a trance of feeling it. I don’t want you to dwell in my mind, feel in you my heart nor just see you in my dreams, I don’t wanna miss the way you smile, the way you eat, the way you cross your legs, the way your stare, the way you tease me, that way you make a smurf, the way you snob, the way you roll your eyes, the way you comb your hair with your hand, the way your speak, the way you close your eyes, the way you bite a bread, or tickles me when were crazy. Especially, nothing can ever replace the way you sway and God knows how much I love your scent, the way I touch your hips while we walk, or putting your head unto my shoulders, I don’t want these just to be in a memory.