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RIP Karl Roy [ rock in peace \m/ ]

Another Rock Icon passes away.

Karl Roy, lead vocals of the bands Advent Call, P.O.T and Kapatid. Passes away today March 13 at 1:01 am.. Known for his hits Yugyugan na (P.O.T), Puting Ilaw (Advent Call), Luha (Kapatid), and Memories of Our Dreams (Advent Call).

During my teens I remember Karl Roy as one of the powerful vocalist of the Philippine rock scene, who could deliver both energetic and soulful performance that stand out from the rest. During Karl Roy's era, those where the days that rock songs are listened and jammed to because of the content of their songs and not on the papogi porma of the bands of today.  

I hope that the passing of an Karl Roy would bring back the intensity of the Pinoy Rock. And I hope that the bands today will learn from the past, appreciate and produce Original Pinoy Music and not just do covers of foreign artists.


Rock In Peace Karl Roy, yugyugan na sa langit... sige na, sige na, sige naahhhh

"Saan ang langit, kaibigan? Saan pangakong kaligayahan? Aling daan tungo sa paraiso? Pag-ibig natin iisang damdamin." [Puting Ilaw - Advent Call]

I LOVE POETRY

I see this site Conscience Fiction by Ilva Pieterse through stumble upon and it brings back my fondness on poetry.

I’m not depressed

I am not depressed
I’m just deflated
Out of style and over-dressed
At second-best, I’m overrated


An old birthday balloon
(Out of breath, somewhat bated)
I hum my jingles out of tune
One-hit-wonders soon outdated


Like a song without sound
Mourning a muted meltdown
I’m at the point of no concern
For my inability to yearn


I am -
Whatever comes after
The past, the future
The cries, and the laughter


I remain –
Whatever came before
The purple rain, the midnight train
The virgin and the whore


I am a pixelated painting
Understood by few
Inexplicably containing
Little drops of you


You’re my middle C
A sepia photograph
Of my mundane eulogy
And my previous epitaph


You are my bitter half
The gall in my bladder
My nervous laugh
My endless chatter


You’re my history rewritten
My once shy, twice-bitten
My state-of-the-art
You’re the bottom of my heart


The top of my lungs
You’re my talking in tongues
The motivational quote
In my suicide note


And although I’ll never be free
From this heart on my sleeve
I’ll always wish you to be
The Adam to my Eve.