You
are just an illusion
I make real
in this world
called my head
bow.
Monday, February 13, 2012
In Love (not a poem, but in lines)
falling in love with nothing
is keeping sand and water
in tightly shut palms
yet at some point
it is also flying to the clouds
and sleeping
on the moon
until you rolled to its tip
it tips over and
you fall back
with your wings
partly clipped
and your face muddied.
then
you open your closed palm
to see a star
beaming, saying
"the ride didn’t make sense
but it was the most curious
flight"
falling is doom
a fascinating addictive kind
is keeping sand and water
in tightly shut palms
yet at some point
it is also flying to the clouds
and sleeping
on the moon
until you rolled to its tip
it tips over and
you fall back
with your wings
partly clipped
and your face muddied.
then
you open your closed palm
to see a star
beaming, saying
"the ride didn’t make sense
but it was the most curious
flight"
falling is doom
a fascinating addictive kind
Sunday, February 12, 2012
In Silence is Speech
Why? why? why?
we ride the van in silence.
it is not that our tongues are slit in two
nor are they pumped up tires
the color of stoplights putting us to a halt.
It is not that our hands speak
louder than our mouths could.
No.
It is the day. It is the sun.
Its brightness stinging our eyes.
lightening up your brown irises
putting gleams to my black.
It is the trees with their leaves
rustling like cracks of laughter in mid air.
No. it is the car’s engine roaring of anger
and discourses tensed.
or perhaps it is the silence
speaking all the words
too profound and true
we can’t afford to interrupt.
In silence we find the beauty
of words. In silence
we learn to speak.
2:27
we ride the van in silence.
it is not that our tongues are slit in two
nor are they pumped up tires
the color of stoplights putting us to a halt.
It is not that our hands speak
louder than our mouths could.
No.
It is the day. It is the sun.
Its brightness stinging our eyes.
lightening up your brown irises
putting gleams to my black.
It is the trees with their leaves
rustling like cracks of laughter in mid air.
No. it is the car’s engine roaring of anger
and discourses tensed.
or perhaps it is the silence
speaking all the words
too profound and true
we can’t afford to interrupt.
In silence we find the beauty
of words. In silence
we learn to speak.
2:27
Friday, February 10, 2012
Play with Words
always bringing me pain
but i never get tired of your stabs
i bleed in your laughter
how is this a relationship
give and stab
give and stab
but i never get tired of your stabs
our home
in my dreams
some house in the middle of the road
or a truck moving constantly
like our lives
you are a shoe i can't fit in my life
but you are the most loved shoe
you are a shoe i can't fit in my life
but you are the most loved shoe
how can it be that you bring me happiness
while bringing me pain at the same time
but i never get tired of your stabs
i bleed in your laughter
i die in your existence
you are the shoe i can't fit in my life
the show i would always want made real
but you are the most loved shoe
but you are the most loved show
may 14, 2010 11:09
but i never get tired of your stabs
i bleed in your laughter
how is this a relationship
give and stab
give and stab
but i never get tired of your stabs
our home
in my dreams
some house in the middle of the road
or a truck moving constantly
like our lives
you are a shoe i can't fit in my life
but you are the most loved shoe
you are a shoe i can't fit in my life
but you are the most loved shoe
how can it be that you bring me happiness
while bringing me pain at the same time
but i never get tired of your stabs
i bleed in your laughter
i die in your existence
you are the shoe i can't fit in my life
the show i would always want made real
but you are the most loved shoe
but you are the most loved show
may 14, 2010 11:09
Special Birthday Phonecall
Cielo calls Nathan her fraternal twin. Nathan answers sleepily.
Nathan: Yes?
Cielo: Good morning brother. Happy birthday!
Nathan: Cielo. Good morning too and thank you. You're the first to greet.
Cielo: Really? That's good. For how many years have you lived now brother?
Nathan: Cielo, it's your birthday too.
Cielo: Yes. I know, but I have stopped living years ago. Anyway, so? How many years?
Nathan: Is this one of your episodes again?
Cielo: I don't really know. I've lost track.
Nathan: 30 Cielo. We are now 30 years old. It's been two years since I've married and I have a 9-month old daughter now.
Cielo: Ah. yes. Nephtalie.
Nathan: Natalie
Cielo: Natalia. A very nice name.
Nathan: That's not my daughter's name.
Cielo: Still, it's a nice name.
Nathan: Whatever. I need to go to work.
Cielo: You lived well brother. You did.
Nathan: Cielo...you did too.
Cielo: laughs... hardly
Nathan: You frequent party places, if not empty your own bar at home. You smoke pot and cigarette. You sleep with men you think you actually want. You get all the fun when you want it and where you want it. Don't you call that living?
Cielo: NO. Surviving brother. You call that surviving.
Nathan: Cielo... put the phone down now and take your meds.
Cielo: This is not one of my episodes brother.
Nathan: Then what is this?
Cielo: It's my happy birthday phone call for you. It's special on your special day.
Nathan: On our special day.
Cielo: I have stopped living for a while now and days are all the same to me.
Nathan: I'm dropping by your place later. Did you call Denver last night?
Cielo: I did not. I have not even attempted.
Nathan: Don't.
Cielo: Brother... someone took living out of my life.
Nathan: tsk... Cielo don't put the pho... (beep)
Cielo hangs up.
Nathan: Yes?
Cielo: Good morning brother. Happy birthday!
Nathan: Cielo. Good morning too and thank you. You're the first to greet.
Cielo: Really? That's good. For how many years have you lived now brother?
Nathan: Cielo, it's your birthday too.
Cielo: Yes. I know, but I have stopped living years ago. Anyway, so? How many years?
Nathan: Is this one of your episodes again?
Cielo: I don't really know. I've lost track.
Nathan: 30 Cielo. We are now 30 years old. It's been two years since I've married and I have a 9-month old daughter now.
Cielo: Ah. yes. Nephtalie.
Nathan: Natalie
Cielo: Natalia. A very nice name.
Nathan: That's not my daughter's name.
Cielo: Still, it's a nice name.
Nathan: Whatever. I need to go to work.
Cielo: You lived well brother. You did.
Nathan: Cielo...you did too.
Cielo: laughs... hardly
Nathan: You frequent party places, if not empty your own bar at home. You smoke pot and cigarette. You sleep with men you think you actually want. You get all the fun when you want it and where you want it. Don't you call that living?
Cielo: NO. Surviving brother. You call that surviving.
Nathan: Cielo... put the phone down now and take your meds.
Cielo: This is not one of my episodes brother.
Nathan: Then what is this?
Cielo: It's my happy birthday phone call for you. It's special on your special day.
Nathan: On our special day.
Cielo: I have stopped living for a while now and days are all the same to me.
Nathan: I'm dropping by your place later. Did you call Denver last night?
Cielo: I did not. I have not even attempted.
Nathan: Don't.
Cielo: Brother... someone took living out of my life.
Nathan: tsk... Cielo don't put the pho... (beep)
Cielo hangs up.
Wounds
And I saw you in my dream
last night, you were praying.
I whispered to your ear
"but you are never going
to heal
for you are the inflicter
never the wounded".
yes. i whispered to your ear
"you are but the inflicter
never the wounded"
for you who is self-righteous
last night, you were praying.
I whispered to your ear
"but you are never going
to heal
for you are the inflicter
never the wounded".
yes. i whispered to your ear
"you are but the inflicter
never the wounded"
for you who is self-righteous
Blues Letter
January 11, 2011
Dear Stranger,
How do we go about this? This will be my first letter and probably the last. I am not sure when this blues is going to kick again. While I still can, I wish to explain how things are going to be between the two of us. You are going to be the receiver and I the messenger. That is the only relationship we have. You cannot be I nor can I be you. We are what I have said we are until such time that one or both of us dies or gets into a physical state where he can no longer fulfill his commitment in this relationship. The other will have of course noticed, thus, will also stop from fulfilling his task. Hopefully we agree on this. If both parties say Aye then let us commence.
I am a girl. I am also a woman, most of the time a lady of madness, sophistication. I am high-maintenance because I dislike lots of things in life, mostly those I should not dislike. Anyway, I am this. I shall be writing to you because I wish to speak with a stranger, to get something across. That something, I have no certainty as to what. You may guess it as we go on. You may also not care if that is your wish. However, I need you to always read my letters. As was earlier mentioned, you will be the receiver. That is your primary and only duty. I cannot have you usurping my role. You are not made for that. This agreement is made for things to be that way. Now let us proceed.
I need you to be prepared for all kinds of letters that may find you. It can be filled with remorse, hatred, happiness, at times cruelty. The letters may even contain tears and words, words and tears, or only tears. You must accept whatever is contained in the letters. You must embrace it. It may contain moods as well. The letters may arrive in black, blue, or red. Whatever pleases me, that will be how the letter will get to your hands. Music may sound in some of the letters. Read through the lyrics, the silver lining. You will never know what I may be saying through the sounds as well. You had better be ready.
Stranger, I repeat. It is your primary duty to fulfill your task. It is integral for this thing to work. You must remember that people who try to shirk from work destroys the system. Nothing is wrong in swimming against the current, however, if it is done out of selfish motive, without just cause, it might just break a nerve. It might just send someone to his death. It might just send me to my death.
Do not be afraid stranger. The letters will not control harm. At times you may feel the fury in the pages, or the love if there ever will be again. You may even get caught in the crossfire of the manic and depressive speaker. But it is your duty never to surrender. Many things are on your hands now. Understand what I say now. You listen, I tell. There is nothing else between us. Only letters, words, fragments that speak, sentences that cry, paragraphs that do not lie. There may even be essays that carry a beating heart, and a working brain. It is your task to receive. Do not stray. Do not stray. Do not stray.
Sincerely,
The Messenger
Dear Stranger,
How do we go about this? This will be my first letter and probably the last. I am not sure when this blues is going to kick again. While I still can, I wish to explain how things are going to be between the two of us. You are going to be the receiver and I the messenger. That is the only relationship we have. You cannot be I nor can I be you. We are what I have said we are until such time that one or both of us dies or gets into a physical state where he can no longer fulfill his commitment in this relationship. The other will have of course noticed, thus, will also stop from fulfilling his task. Hopefully we agree on this. If both parties say Aye then let us commence.
I am a girl. I am also a woman, most of the time a lady of madness, sophistication. I am high-maintenance because I dislike lots of things in life, mostly those I should not dislike. Anyway, I am this. I shall be writing to you because I wish to speak with a stranger, to get something across. That something, I have no certainty as to what. You may guess it as we go on. You may also not care if that is your wish. However, I need you to always read my letters. As was earlier mentioned, you will be the receiver. That is your primary and only duty. I cannot have you usurping my role. You are not made for that. This agreement is made for things to be that way. Now let us proceed.
I need you to be prepared for all kinds of letters that may find you. It can be filled with remorse, hatred, happiness, at times cruelty. The letters may even contain tears and words, words and tears, or only tears. You must accept whatever is contained in the letters. You must embrace it. It may contain moods as well. The letters may arrive in black, blue, or red. Whatever pleases me, that will be how the letter will get to your hands. Music may sound in some of the letters. Read through the lyrics, the silver lining. You will never know what I may be saying through the sounds as well. You had better be ready.
Stranger, I repeat. It is your primary duty to fulfill your task. It is integral for this thing to work. You must remember that people who try to shirk from work destroys the system. Nothing is wrong in swimming against the current, however, if it is done out of selfish motive, without just cause, it might just break a nerve. It might just send someone to his death. It might just send me to my death.
Do not be afraid stranger. The letters will not control harm. At times you may feel the fury in the pages, or the love if there ever will be again. You may even get caught in the crossfire of the manic and depressive speaker. But it is your duty never to surrender. Many things are on your hands now. Understand what I say now. You listen, I tell. There is nothing else between us. Only letters, words, fragments that speak, sentences that cry, paragraphs that do not lie. There may even be essays that carry a beating heart, and a working brain. It is your task to receive. Do not stray. Do not stray. Do not stray.
Sincerely,
The Messenger
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Untitled
as the moon shines
memories
it pierces and draws blood
from the heart
of a quiet mind.
as it fulls into dark
brown eyes empty
of longing
…
to be continued
memories
it pierces and draws blood
from the heart
of a quiet mind.
as it fulls into dark
brown eyes empty
of longing
…
to be continued
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