Posted in Current Affairs, Literature on Oct 19th, 2009 3 Comments »
There will be a single spark of light.
But not from the stars. Because even them,
they have shied away and have forgotten.
Here, only from my birthday candle
casting shadows waltzing the wall
and the chilly wind whistling a tune,
sending wisps of wishes, for tonight.
While the rest of the world snoozes
in its deafening silence. Getting used
with the normalcy of [...]
Posted in Literature, Memoirs on Sep 8th, 2009 3 Comments »
Let the slant of light
create the faded shadows
on a misty afternoon
such as this. The cold air
encroaching by my bed,
please sit beside me.
Your embrace I dream
feeling your warmth.
See, I am not crying.
I am not afraid anymore
of the dark sky. For I see,
shining in the distance,
a bridge spanning a chasm
between us. Wait no longer.
Will you hold my [...]
Posted in Literature on Aug 11th, 2009 5 Comments »
A little rain. And it started
to chill empty souls as shadows
prowling some pallid walls. Alone
and not a sound. Some midnight walk
without the stars, only lamplight. Blue.
Is the color that falls on these cold
cobblestone, silver shimmering
streams of tears by its wayside.
While the heart has melted
the shape of love, lengthening
into dark shadows embracing
empty spaces. Stretching out
to reach you.
Posted in Literature, Memoirs on Aug 1st, 2009 3 Comments »
There was a time when I thought happiness
was infinite and the night full of stars.
And I have my way of keeping track
each day written on a page. There was a time,
when the breeze came to my sails
as it float away myriad of dreams-
like kites braving the sky.
And the harvest is here,
filled my basket overflowing
of summer [...]
Posted in Literature on Jul 19th, 2009 2 Comments »
To this semi-privacy. An epitaph reads,
“in this sanctum, a restless, herein lies,
its opaque remembrance failing to breath
devoid of oxygen, rousing to the grind
like a zombie of the worst kind”.
Against the ancient cracked walls, my fingers
will then, smear red letter stains of anguish.
The light bulb is my flickering moon
cocooned in cobwebs, I dread.
It went dead as [...]
Posted in Art Scene, Literature on Jul 13th, 2009 7 Comments »
Be still. Please focus. Would you wait
until my iris capture you of snapshots? I am here.
Don’t notice. Your portrait on my mind, I dodged
and burned. Don’t worry. I won’t
over-expose the sequences of the memory
fleshed out from my canister, the last strip of film.
On my negative- your wavelength of light escapes
through my lenses, I would carefully [...]
Posted in Literature on Jun 25th, 2009 9 Comments »
Mystery unravels tonight,
strange a landscape-
since you left. The room is
a parched valley of sheets
as I lay naked, bathe
in the lunar light.
Sans the gravity
of your satellite. It orbits
without the ocean’s rage
of high tides luminating
passion, as I grope
within the walled corners
of the stark midnight.
Sadness falls
like rockets ebbing
the bed. Its trajectory
creating pockmarks
and craters
of a dormant volcano.
I tip-toed.
To our [...]
Posted in Art Scene, Current Affairs, Music on May 8th, 2009 No Comments »
I have always wanted to learn how to play the piano. It is one of the things in my bucket list that I am compelled to do, fulfilling the goals I have set several years ago, but so elusive that I never found the proper time and place to learn it. Even if I tried [...]
Posted in Literature on May 7th, 2009 No Comments »
There is dancing.
A night in an icy land.
They are spirits-
ancestors of high realms-
gathering, around
ceremonial sun flares.
Green luminous rings
of star trails,
forming foxfire
and fire dragons, whisking
into atmosphere
their celestial tails.
Shimmering filament-
in the vast firmament.
Iridescent signs.
Streaks of neon,
a surreal reflection
into the strange horizon.
I danced phenomena-
To the mystery
of the northern lights.
Warping time
Of years beyond
your polar shadow.
Posted in Literature on May 6th, 2009 No Comments »
I never had a dream
in black and white.
Like the moon’s
dichotomy of faces
and the ocean’s
abysmal depth.
Mine is a crisp
flapping of maple-
leaves turning fire
in the autumn sunlight.
Or a bottle-nosed dolphin
gliding in cetacean grace.
Light refracting on water
of blue and purple magic.
I never had a dream
in black and white.
A monotonous photograph,
of flexed sinewed arms,
simulating sand dunes
meandering in ochre charm.
Mine [...]
