where are the people?
lamenting heat that sucks all coldness around
hahaha!!!
and then a crackling sound. Sepia-colored afternoon.
a ventilator moves it's head from side to side
as if guarding an invisible enemy,
fiery sultriness
a television tired of running pictures on its screen
toneless, soporific, irksome
an afternoon of silent screams and divestiture of sanity
oh mighty sun, kiss us with your tender punch
wave your compliments on a brumal state
dog days in December
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Sweet Ryhthmic Days
I am writing something so you can't hurt me tonight...
First, can you spell JOCUND?
Can you spell it backwards? upside-down?
Can you define it and use it in a sentence?
forcibly inject it into my senses so i may not wallow tonight in DESPONDENCY
so that LACHRYMOSE phantasms would not visit me in my dreams.
can you spell PREDICAMENT?
Can you define it and use it in a sentence?
like love COERCIVELY hanging above your head.
war-thorned memoir of last year's necrosis.
Second, I am JOVIAL about this, yes i am
words spinning endlessly through roots of it's epoch
canned good dreams being sold at a local flea market
insignificant, expired, COLD
Finally, It's GOOD
three days of bearable LIGHTNESS,a bereft poison
strength is a widow hiding in a dark mask
hope is a pigeon, aeronautical, airborne
love is. well. always. love. BLANK.
First, can you spell JOCUND?
Can you spell it backwards? upside-down?
Can you define it and use it in a sentence?
forcibly inject it into my senses so i may not wallow tonight in DESPONDENCY
so that LACHRYMOSE phantasms would not visit me in my dreams.
can you spell PREDICAMENT?
Can you define it and use it in a sentence?
like love COERCIVELY hanging above your head.
war-thorned memoir of last year's necrosis.
Second, I am JOVIAL about this, yes i am
words spinning endlessly through roots of it's epoch
canned good dreams being sold at a local flea market
insignificant, expired, COLD
Finally, It's GOOD
three days of bearable LIGHTNESS,a bereft poison
strength is a widow hiding in a dark mask
hope is a pigeon, aeronautical, airborne
love is. well. always. love. BLANK.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Let's get Fucked up and Die
A very brilliantly written song by Motion City Soundtrack.... dig this one!
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Blur
"Blur"
-from Ecstatic in the Poison by Andrew Hudgins
Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,
lilac, clover—and drift across the threshold,
outside reclaiming inside as its home.
Warm days whirl in a bright unnumberable blur,
a cup—a grail brimmed with delirium
and humbling boredom both. I was a boy,
I thought I'd always be a boy, pell—mell,
mean, and gaily murderous one moment
as I decapitated daises with a stick,
then overcome with summer's opium,
numb—slumberous. I thought I'd always be a boy,
each day its own millennium, each
one thousand years of daylight ending in
the night watch, summer's pervigilium,
which I could never keep because by sunset
I was an old man. I was Methuselah,
the oldest man in the holy book. I drowsed.
I nodded, slept—and without my watching, the world,
whose permanence I doubted, returned again,
bluebell and blue jay, speedwell and cardinal
still there when the light swept back,
and so was I, which I had also doubted.
I understood with horror then with joy,
dubious and luminous joy: it simply spins.
It doesn't need my feet to make it turn.
It doesn't even need my eyes to watch it,
and I, though a latecomer to its surface, I'd
be leaving early. It was my duty to stay awake
and sing if I could keep my mind on singing,
not extinction, as blurred green summer, lifted
to its apex, succumbed to gravity and fell
to autumn, Ilium, and ashes. In joy
we are our own uncomprehending mourners,
and more than joy I longed for understanding
and more than understanding I longed for joy.
-from Ecstatic in the Poison by Andrew Hudgins
Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,
lilac, clover—and drift across the threshold,
outside reclaiming inside as its home.
Warm days whirl in a bright unnumberable blur,
a cup—a grail brimmed with delirium
and humbling boredom both. I was a boy,
I thought I'd always be a boy, pell—mell,
mean, and gaily murderous one moment
as I decapitated daises with a stick,
then overcome with summer's opium,
numb—slumberous. I thought I'd always be a boy,
each day its own millennium, each
one thousand years of daylight ending in
the night watch, summer's pervigilium,
which I could never keep because by sunset
I was an old man. I was Methuselah,
the oldest man in the holy book. I drowsed.
I nodded, slept—and without my watching, the world,
whose permanence I doubted, returned again,
bluebell and blue jay, speedwell and cardinal
still there when the light swept back,
and so was I, which I had also doubted.
I understood with horror then with joy,
dubious and luminous joy: it simply spins.
It doesn't need my feet to make it turn.
It doesn't even need my eyes to watch it,
and I, though a latecomer to its surface, I'd
be leaving early. It was my duty to stay awake
and sing if I could keep my mind on singing,
not extinction, as blurred green summer, lifted
to its apex, succumbed to gravity and fell
to autumn, Ilium, and ashes. In joy
we are our own uncomprehending mourners,
and more than joy I longed for understanding
and more than understanding I longed for joy.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Let's all start with these piece..
A Song On the End of the World
by Nobel laureate Czeslaw Milosz
Translated by Anthony Milosz
On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.
On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.
And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world will there be,
No other end of the world will there be.
by Nobel laureate Czeslaw Milosz
Translated by Anthony Milosz
On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.
On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.
And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world will there be,
No other end of the world will there be.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Top 5
I ask a few people around through text their top 5 songs in no particular order. Some didn't reply while some eagerly answered. And here's what i gathered...
from Abby...
1. Irreplaceable
2. Someday
3. Nothings' gonna stop us now - revived by MYMP
4. Faraway -Nickelback
5. Some local song (she forgot the song title and the local artist)
from Marco...
1. Giant Steps
2. Hey It's Me You're Talking To
3. So What
4. Soap O Pera
5. Blue Bossa
from Annix...
1. lovable
2. Stick around
3. Goodman
4. I could not ask for more
5. till they take my heart away
6. no ordinary love
7. i wanna fuck you (yes.. i was also shocked)
(... and yes again, more than 5 daw eh)
from Bertong kulangot...
sorry... di nako nakakapakinig ng radyo ngayon eh, pautang na lang.
..And of course, my top 5 songs for this week, or this month, i dunno, basta this is my top 5 songs. Playlist is courtesy of imeem.com (click play)
from Abby...
1. Irreplaceable
2. Someday
3. Nothings' gonna stop us now - revived by MYMP
4. Faraway -Nickelback
5. Some local song (she forgot the song title and the local artist)
from Marco...
1. Giant Steps
2. Hey It's Me You're Talking To
3. So What
4. Soap O Pera
5. Blue Bossa
from Annix...
1. lovable
2. Stick around
3. Goodman
4. I could not ask for more
5. till they take my heart away
6. no ordinary love
7. i wanna fuck you (yes.. i was also shocked)
(... and yes again, more than 5 daw eh)
from Bertong kulangot...
sorry... di nako nakakapakinig ng radyo ngayon eh, pautang na lang.
..And of course, my top 5 songs for this week, or this month, i dunno, basta this is my top 5 songs. Playlist is courtesy of imeem.com (click play)
Saturday, March 03, 2007
snapped out
Ang Dagat Ng Mga Uwak
Nahihirapan na naman
(ang puso mo)
Naliligaw sa kawalan
At hindi na ikaw
pag bumalik ang kamalayan
sa realidad na dati'y hawak mo
Di na nabuo ang 'yong mundo
napaso sa imahinasyong ginawa mong totoo
Ngayon nahihirapan kang bumalik
sa dati mong tinitingnan
sa dati mong hinahagkan
Bakit ganyan?
Mundo'y paikot-ikot lang
pag ika'y lumabas sa kamalayan
o kay hirap ng balikan
Nakatingin sa ulap
Sa bahag-haring kulay ng 'yong luha
At di mo maabot
Nagtitiis na lang sa tubig na aking
tinutuntungan
O ako'y Dagat
na nabuo sa alat ng 'yong mga tuwa
At ang hangin na ating hinihingahan
ay isa na lamang puntod na inililipad ng
nakaraan
Nahihirapan na naman
(ang puso mo)
Naliligaw sa kawalan
At hindi na ikaw
pag bumalik ang kamalayan
sa realidad na dati'y hawak mo
Di na nabuo ang 'yong mundo
napaso sa imahinasyong ginawa mong totoo
Ngayon nahihirapan kang bumalik
sa dati mong tinitingnan
sa dati mong hinahagkan
Bakit ganyan?
Mundo'y paikot-ikot lang
pag ika'y lumabas sa kamalayan
o kay hirap ng balikan
Nakatingin sa ulap
Sa bahag-haring kulay ng 'yong luha
At di mo maabot
Nagtitiis na lang sa tubig na aking
tinutuntungan
O ako'y Dagat
na nabuo sa alat ng 'yong mga tuwa
At ang hangin na ating hinihingahan
ay isa na lamang puntod na inililipad ng
nakaraan
Sunday, February 18, 2007
The Pursuit of Happyness
"We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same."
-Anne Frank
see the movie... Will Smith rocks!
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Eleksyong tutong
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong gagaguhin lang ang eleksyon.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong walang magbabago sa sistemang iyong ginagalawan.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong marami pa rin ang gutom sa edukasyon at kalinga ng gobyerno .
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong palabas lang ng mayayaman ang eleksyong ito.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong pinapaikot ka lang ng mga pulitiko.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong ang hustisya ay hawak lang ng may kapangyarihan.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong may mga aabuso sa kapangyarihan nila.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong marami ang wala nang makitang pag asa sa bayan na ito.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong tututukan ka lang ng baril sa ulo.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong nag gagamitan lamang ang mga nasa pwesto.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong ngayong oras na ito ay may batang mamatay sa karamdaman dahilan ng mataas na presyo ng gamot.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mo na sa dami ng mga pilipinong boboto ay alam din nila lahat ito.
bakit?
bakit ka boboto?
bakit?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong gagaguhin lang ang eleksyon.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong walang magbabago sa sistemang iyong ginagalawan.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong marami pa rin ang gutom sa edukasyon at kalinga ng gobyerno .
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong palabas lang ng mayayaman ang eleksyong ito.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong pinapaikot ka lang ng mga pulitiko.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong ang hustisya ay hawak lang ng may kapangyarihan.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong may mga aabuso sa kapangyarihan nila.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong marami ang wala nang makitang pag asa sa bayan na ito.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong tututukan ka lang ng baril sa ulo.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong nag gagamitan lamang ang mga nasa pwesto.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong ngayong oras na ito ay may batang mamatay sa karamdaman dahilan ng mataas na presyo ng gamot.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mo na sa dami ng mga pilipinong boboto ay alam din nila lahat ito.
bakit?
bakit ka boboto?
bakit?
Friday, February 16, 2007
The adventure is about to begin
It is the best and the worst of my seasonal mood disorder. I never thought I could inflict emotional turmoil upon myself. I could change myself into a self-destructing monster and at the same time send bad vibes to others. Change my bodily chemistry into a cancerously damaging cell, to the point that my mind could not take it any longer. A self-infliction of pandemonium. I don’t know how it all started. I have no idea how it came to be. At least now, after the storm (inside my head), I know exactly what I wanted in life.
I cant say I’m already in peace with myself, I’m under post-war period. I just hope this calm will last longer. And no, I’ve taken no drugs, no, no. I wish I could take one though, those anti-depressant pills. And yeah, I’ve also came to a point of committing suicide, but I though, where’s the adventure there? Ending it all. It’s pretty tempting ending your life and see what happens after, discovering the next “world.” Is it also as poisonous as this world? Is it also as conflicting? Is it more peaceful there? But then amidst all the questions clouding your thoughts, something flicker just above your temple. Time. Telling you such a rubbish idea. 1:00 am of February 10th told me, “You are not as smart as you think you are, you are not as pogi as you think you are, sleep now, then tomorrow start sailing, your adventure is about to begin.”
Where to?
As far as my imagination can take me.
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