Posted in Memoirs on May 24th, 2009 No Comments »
I once had the chance to swim the Pasig River when I was just about five or six, I guess. An uncle, who was a robust teenager that time, invited by his friends, tagged me along with him one afternoon. We walked across J.P Rizal street and descended some flight of steps going to the [...]
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Posted in Literature on May 3rd, 2009 No Comments »
The words infiltrate a mind’s sovereign
colonizing a niche of space within
Rock-hewn among these parched walls,
petrifying civilization, quelling revolution.
The maze of letters clustered like jungle
to simmering cauldron of thoughts.
The texts became glowing embers
of world wars waged in the past.
When sentences begins imaginary-
little flames gather into firestorm.
Of bourgeoisie killing ideology-
etching history in its annals of freedom.
Crusade to [...]
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Sylvia, you struggled with the night, they don’t see you. And the madness you have kept along since your youth, stand watch to the agony of your desire, I feel you, even if Ted fades away. They seem to like you and your outbursts of anger, unmindful of the things you are so capable of [...]
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Posted in Literature on Apr 26th, 2009 2 Comments »
A box of reverie
I open today,
when hearing
a familiar old song.
An empty gaze
through the empty hall
brought back-
sunny days
and the carousel.
And all
the happy couples,
filling spaces
with their dreams
It used to be-
some balloons
float there
among the clouds.
See, even doves fly
with freedom on its wings.
Like changing of seasons
drifting away-
a gentle river
changing course.
I became-
a passersby
to the playground.
To the carousel.
On one bleak, cold
Sunday [...]
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Posted in Literature on Mar 21st, 2009 No Comments »
Pensive as I was in this lazy afternoon. Looking out in the window and the hazy light filtered through. Sending dust like a strobe of crystals. I stared. Just stared for the longest time.
The muse didn’t come as I expected. Like an acrylic tube on the verge of squeezing out of its contents, I just [...]
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Posted in Memoirs on Sep 9th, 2008 3 Comments »
I am sitting here. Stranger as I am. Finally, this is the freedom I always wanted. No one obliged me to be here. Just as my whole being in its truest moment. One with the wind and the sea.
I am sitting here. Just letting the blue sky engulf me. As I record each frame of [...]
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Posted in Literature, Religion on Sep 14th, 2006 1 Comment »
Perhaps, Teofi
the promises of your future withers too soon
like the leaf falling early in the summer
where we frolicked in the fountain of our energies;
and bask in the heat of our freedom;
and in the nest of fermenting dreams with another human.
I can tell Teofi, how sad is the early goodbye
where you breathed your last and [...]
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