Written by:
Mark Francis G. Ng
NOTE: I wrote this poem after I watched the teleserye "Ikaw Ang Lahat Sa Akin" and sympathized with John Lloyd Cruz's character, "Oliver". He portrays a second son shadowed by an elder brother from his father's pride. In the series, Oliver is a painter and one of his most wonderful works was a "Sad Child" portrait that somehow reflected his inner vulnerabilities despite his funny and often naughty outer side. This characterization and its portrayal as well as the painting served as my inspiration in writing this poem.
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You wear such masks, Oliver
To fool the world may be your plot
But amid the subtleties of your ways
Hide your hurts from me you still cannot.
Tell me, Oliver, the things that bother thee
Things that set you distant from bliss and glee
Tell of the ways that urge you to hide
The thoughts you think and feel inside.
I sense deep sorrows within your heart
Eclipsed by the smiles you always wear
And though the ways you act do part
You from these, still I see it in your weary stare.
A sanctuary in your paintbrush you somehow found
Like an avenue where you can express
Certain things that lie inside your bound
Concealed by hurts that often oppress.
Your woes you seem to have collected
And poured onto your works of art
And thus the seed you sowed and harvested
Manifested itself on a sad child’s hark.
I know there’re things you opt to keep alone
Thoughts and feelings only you can unearth
But to rely on it can somehow be wrong
And cause you to reside on false mirth.
Think not ever that you are unloved
For there are those who still care
To let woes haunt you permit them do not
To yourself a little hope you should spare.
Do not ever commit thyself
To a doleful world you try to create
Breakaway from the chains that hold thee
And to the light of day you should permeate.
To fool the world may be your plot
But amid the subtleties of your ways
Hide your hurts from me you still cannot.
Tell me, Oliver, the things that bother thee
Things that set you distant from bliss and glee
Tell of the ways that urge you to hide
The thoughts you think and feel inside.
I sense deep sorrows within your heart
Eclipsed by the smiles you always wear
And though the ways you act do part
You from these, still I see it in your weary stare.
A sanctuary in your paintbrush you somehow found
Like an avenue where you can express
Certain things that lie inside your bound
Concealed by hurts that often oppress.
Your woes you seem to have collected
And poured onto your works of art
And thus the seed you sowed and harvested
Manifested itself on a sad child’s hark.
I know there’re things you opt to keep alone
Thoughts and feelings only you can unearth
But to rely on it can somehow be wrong
And cause you to reside on false mirth.
Think not ever that you are unloved
For there are those who still care
To let woes haunt you permit them do not
To yourself a little hope you should spare.
Do not ever commit thyself
To a doleful world you try to create
Breakaway from the chains that hold thee
And to the light of day you should permeate.
Come away with thyself to a place
Where your thoughts to someone you can confide
Take your time, ‘tis not a race
The rules are yours to make and abide.
You are not alone, Oliver
Though unreal you may be at all
We are no less than alike, and so
This song I offer to thee, and to all.
June 02, 2005
Tuesday
10:10 p.m.
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