Tuesday, August 30, 2005

It is a frigid democracy, what we are right now are the residue of our decisions yesterday.

Decision karma

A grain of sand

Luscious for an ocean wave

Killin’ tides of solid marble pain

This is not an act

But mere deliverance

Heaven is on your side

I, an angel in the dark.

Sire roses of dissolution?

An immortal angel adores reclusion

Mendicant soul searching for reprisal

An act

A play

A joy

Liberation.


Saturday, August 20, 2005

Wolves and Orcs and other servant of Melkor

Pare 1: tsong, given a chance, kakain ka ba ng buhay na manok?

Pare 2: ikaw? given a chance, hahalikan mo ba si chocolate (yung bading) sa lips? torid ha!

Post:

Daylight falls upon the path, the forest falls behind
Today I am not prey to dark uncertainty
The shadow trembles in its wrath, I've robbed its blackness blind
And tasted sunlight as my fear came clear to me

I think I understand
Fear is like a wilderland
Stepping stones or sinking sand

Now the way leads to the hills, above the steeple's chime
Below me sleepy rooftops round the harbor
It's there I'll take my thirsty fill of friendship over wine
Forgetting fear but never disregarding her

Oh, I think I understand
Fear is like a wilderland
Stepping stones and sinking sand

Sometimes voices in the night will call me back again
Back along the pathway of a troubled mind
When forests rise to block the light that keeps a traveler sane
I'll challenge them with flashes from a brighter time

Oh, I think I understand
Fear is like a wilderland
Stepping stones or sinking sand


-- I think I understand by Joni Mitchell