"Apocalypse" spoken word poetry by Ice Arrojado Basit. Track "Tear Crisis" composed by @hugo-kant and @mc-monetti of Picture Shop, France. Much thanks to Hugo and Christophe for allowing me to use their wonderful music.

"Apocalypse"
Ice Arrojado Basit, 06-20-2015

It's funny how one person can make you feel the apocalypse over and over again.

You are my apocalypse. 
I still feel the anger and the pain.
I still feel a million deaths with each breath.

I love you, painfully. Listen, I want you out of my life.
I can never be truly happy, but I can't stand how every line of a poem or song I write turns acrid and bitter because they take me back to me and you.

It's a tragedy how I have to live off of the laughter and love from the people I surround myself with, because there's nothing left to scour from the rubbles of our castle that you single-handedly shook to the ground.

And you think smiling at me and putting your arms around me again will resurrect the kingdom I built you? No. I only truly loved once and it'll never happen again. I showed you that fairy tales can happen, but you tore our pages apart with your shiny-slithering-splendid lies. Did he light the fireworks better than I did?

I lurk in the shadows, preying on the clueless, to hold their hand, give them a wisp of heaven, each time higher than the heaven I took you to, and then I torch their hearts and bury them in a lasting hell. To teach them that love is not a thing to be messed with. I take out on them what I still cannot, can never do to you, because inside me still lies a love that protects you from my rage. 

But someone should take the rage, somehow. You have turned me into a demon.

And now that he could barely lift your toes from the ground, you come running back to me...

This is messed up. You have turned up again and messed me up. Friends? I never asked you for friendship. And how dare you now to think I'd even consider, considering how you destroyed me –destroyed everything?

Stay away. Stay away or I will bring you an apocalypse far more epic than what your Bible tells you. Over and over again.

Ice Arrojado Basit - Apocalypse

"Pagsusumamo"


Spoken word piece written on December 02, 2015.
(Music by Aimar Molero)


Isa akong isla sa gitna ng dagat na ikaw ang tumuklas.
Dinggin mo ang awit ng mga alon na aking harana sa iyo. 
Baybayin mo ang aking baybayin, ang bawat hampas ng tubig sa lupa ay pintig ng aking pusong nabuhay sa iyong pagdaong sa natutulog kong aplaya. 
Pagtapak mo, ako na buhangin ay hahalik sa iyong mga paa.

Iyo ang aking dalampasigang dulo sa dulo'y sinasalubong ka ng yakap. 
Tuklasin mo ang mga kuweba sa aking dibdib na ikaw lang ang nilalaman, pangalan mo ang umaalingawngaw sa kalaliman.

Sakupin mo ako.

Suyurin mo ang aking kagubatan, pitasin ang aking mga bungang kaytamis at puno ng katas ng pag-ibig na laan lamang sa'yo. 
Ang buhay na dumadaloy sa aking mga batis ay alay sa iyo. 

Abutin mo ang tuktok ng bundok ng aking isipan at sisirin mo ang lalim ng ilog ng aking diwa —ang mga sandaling kasama ka ay doon nananalaytay at hindi inaanod. 

Sakupin mo ako. 

Bawat dangkal ng aking kabuuan, balutin mo ng iyong mga bakas, iukit ang iyong pangalan sa aking balat, tanda na ako'y iyong inangkin.

Sa akin ika'y manirahan. Umaraw o bumagyo, ligtas ka sa aking lilim, aalagaan ka mula bukangliwayway hanggang takipsilim, at kapag tapos na ang araw, tatawagin ko ang gabi, dumito ka sa aking tabi, gumawa tayo ng apoy na nag-aalab, gumawa tayo ng alamat, nitong isla, at ng iyong pagsakop.

Ang bawat umaga ay panibagong yugto ng ating pag-ibig, pumikit ka lamang at maririnig mo ang aking himig, binibigkas ang mga tula na ‘sing rami ng mga tala.

Kasama ka’y ihahabi ko ang hugis ng langit at daan-daang taon mula ngayon, titingala ang mga nasa lupa't masasaksihan parin nila ang kwento ng pagsusumamo kong mapasaiyo, at ng pagsakop mo sa akin, tumitibok at nagniningning.

Sakupin mo ako, ngayong gabi, mahal, 
Sakupin... Mo... Ako.

Ice Arrojado Basit - Pagsusumamo

"Conquest"
Spoken Word piece by Ice Villareal-Arrojado Basit

Music composed by Mark Flanders (@MarkFlanders)
Original track: https://soundcloud.com/markflanders/they-cant-break-us-anymore

Everyday we stare at this cup like it's an ocean of pain. The bottom still stirs, much like memories we've cast into the deep, unwilling to be forgotten. On top, the swirling froth births infinite fractals that mimic the layers of complexity we have between us, but unlike coffee, you and I were never as bare and binary as black and white.

There is always foam, and we wouldn't have it any other way —wouldn't settle for anything less intriguing; we like covering up secrets as much as we like seeing through the depthy lies. Foam, like where the torrents meet the sand, would cloud up our sentences but cling onto our lips when we sip, tempting our tongues to slip past the reef we've built between us to lick confusion off with a kiss —but a kiss that, like the cup we share, tastes as bitter as it is sweet.

We've put this cup down before, gave it time to cool, saved one another's lips from burning. We speak trough our eyes like Morse code in blinks, like telescopes peering in for meaning, 'cause each time we open our mouths, words sound like the cracking of corals and the smashing of shells —no sugar or cream could mask the nasty distaste we're feeling. We let the heat escape us like vapor, but inside our chests, there's always something brewing, boiling, waiting to bubble up to the surface. We stir up this cup each morning, tip-toe around the rim, cautious not to spill the ocean we've poured in place to separate us, only to sail it again as though we have unfinished conquests, forgetting that we already had each other's ships sunken.

I guess it is addicting, the rush of caffein through our veins; our sleepless hearts trembling, racing for leftover love and quick to overflow with hate. Like the hesitant push and pull of the tides, we are obsessed and yet uncertain; eager to dive despite the threat of our past lying beneath the currents poised like jagged rocks; stubbornly reaching for the other shore despite yesterday's anchors letting us float no more. I guess it is chronic —it's the only way we choose to start each day. And when alas, we've filled our bellies and emptied the cup, we thirst and start over with haste.

I'll brew some more of this nostalgia, if the bitter aftertaste we can't resolve is the one thing that keeps you standing by my shipwrecked bay.

Louder Than Words

Conquest

Ice Arrojado Basit - Conquest (Rough Preview)

INTRO:
Kung pwede lang hilingin ka
sa mga tala ngayong gabi
Kung pwede lang idalangin
na sana ikaw ang katabi
Yung kahit walang sinasabi…
kahit tahimik ka palagi.
Kung pwede lang hingiin ka sa hangin…
Di palalagpasin.

ICE:
Sumulat ako ng tula. 
Binuhos ko noon ang lahat ng sakit.
Basa nga ang papel sa dami ng patak ng aking luha,
At ang mga salita, kumupas
kasama ng pag-urong ng tinta.

BLESSIE:
Sumulat ako ng tula,
Ng pagbuhos ng langit, at pagkatunaw ng mga tala,
Inuulan, naliligo sa sariling luha,
Naging putik na ang tinatayuang lupa.

ICE:
Sumulat ako ng tula.
Para itupi na sa papel ang maraming ala-ala.
Ang dami nga ng nagamit kong pahina,
Aakalain mong sumusulat ako ng nobela.

BLESSIE:
Sumulat ako ng tula,
Para lipunin ang pira-pirasong ala-ala.
Ang dami nang naipon na salita,
Para bang ni minsa’y di tayo nagkita.

ICE:
Sumulat ako ng tula
Para tuldukan na ang aking pagluluksa.
Ayoko na kasing balik-balikan ang nakalipas.
Pagkatapos nito’y panibagong kwento na bukas.

BLESSIE:
Sumulat ako ng tula,
Para pakawalan ang pusong nagdurusa.
Kasama ng pagtagas nitong mga sugat,
Binibitawan ang na-said nang pag-asa.

ICE:
Pero habang tumatagal ay wala na akong maisulat.
Mula noong araw na una kong nilapat ang lapis sa papel,
Ngayo’y unti-unti nang nauubos ang mga salita,
Sabay sa paglabo ng mga alaalang pilit pang tinatanaw.

BLESSIE:
Mahal, matagal na AKONG sumusulat,
Dugo na nga ang gamit kong tinta,
‘Di parin tapos ang unos na nadarama,
Nadarama’t naririnig parin kita. 

ICE:
Malayo na sila, at subukan ko man,
Umaatras na rin ang lapis sa papel.
‘Di ko na mailapat ang nais kong sabihin,
Tila wala na... wala na akong puede pang sabihin.

BLESSIE:
Abot kamay ka ngunit ‘di maaring abutin,
Patuloy parin ang pagbaha sa papel nitong damdamin.
Sana’y mapaabot man lang ang nais kong sabihin,
Sana’y minsan pa ako’y akapin.

I: Hindi pa tapos,
B: Hindi pa buo ang tula,

I: Tulad ng hindi na ako mabubuo pa,
B: Tulad ng hindi pa tapos sayo ang aking pagsinta.

BOTH: Pero wala nang kasunod na letra

I: Gaya ng wala na pala akong nadarama.
B: Gaya ng wala na tayong pagsasama.

I: Sumusulat palang ako,
B: Sumusulat parin ako,

I: Pero ang dulo ng tulang ito’y…
B: …ang dulo ng tulang ito’y

BOTH: Burado na. Kahapon pa.

Back to the Start

Borrado

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This is TalkSesh, where we tackle anything, everything under the sun, from social or antisocial issues, where to go, what to eat, and all things millennials find hard to figure out.

We don’t have answers, we just wanna talk.

Follow this podcast on Anchor.FM and Spotify: https://anchor.fm/progettocreatives
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Introducing TalkSesh

This is TalkSesh, where we tackle anything, everything under the sun, from social or antisocial issues, where to go, what to eat, and all things millennials find hard to figure out.

We don’t have answers, we just wanna talk.

On this pilot episode, Blessie and Ice talk about millennial woes in the time of a pandemic: relationships, self-care and wellbeing, career and business, and figuring out the near future.

Follow this podcast on Anchor.FM and Spotify: https://anchor.fm/progettocreatives
https://open.spotify.com/show/68hxTdUlaDYxgv4xqyn3wv

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