tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56224602011-12-14T11:58:03.758+08:00A Collection of SortsA collection of Organized Random Thoughts...
Feel free to browse through the Archives...bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comBlogger2601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-385471746870095902009-10-15T14:59:00.002+08:002009-10-15T15:01:44.501+08:00Consume me.Like the Fire that burns within;rendering me alive and whole.Burn meuntil I am all but pure,refined and unblemished,set apart yet a part of this all.Burn away my chaff.bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-72522277232374340242009-10-15T14:34:00.002+08:002009-10-15T14:36:41.859+08:00ReBornI smile as I finally see you,breaking out of the cocoon that you have spun over yourself.Losing who you once were,you come out seeking your former self,only to find that you are both your past and present.To hear you laugh once againand to watch your eyes smile give pure delight;knowing that months ago you were lost to the lies you have spun around yourself.Today, you have broken free.Todaybahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-28816329920298215912009-05-01T19:20:00.001+08:002009-05-01T19:20:50.997+08:00IntrospectionLet the Words of my Soulride the Tempest of my Heartas I scream in silenceand let loose the madness of frustration!When caring becomes poisonand coddling becomes a drug,all presented with the best and most noble of intents;when the perceptions of truth take rootand spread like a hidden cancermasked behind the sweetness of love and concernthen maybe at the end, when all is lost,peoplebahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-82585411411423385722009-04-15T13:20:00.002+08:002009-04-15T13:29:23.981+08:00- I -Let my soul dance with Your'sas I come before You as I am...strip me of my fleshand lay bare my spiritthat my heart may breathe once againand let my mind be at rest.Ignite my passionsand let my soul's breast beat to Your rhythmas I seek Your face.Fill me. Feel me.Embrace me with Your love again.bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-30683409989836843402009-04-10T00:43:00.005+08:002009-04-10T00:48:55.266+08:00Fill MeLet my heart cryas I seek Your Face;known only to those of the intimateI yearn to be among them.Capturedis my heart and Your love alone sets it free to love again.You call me by Name,and I struggle to respond.Wretched body!For how long must I writhe in pain?For how long must I deny myself?I yearn to drink in the Fullness of You,to come to a knowing-not only of minds, but of hearts as bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-72428660976259740392009-04-10T00:31:00.004+08:002009-04-10T00:39:43.446+08:00Defying GravityI lie here, drifting between waking and dreaming,feeling your absence; the sun casts its rays on me-as if it was trying to replace the warmth of your touchor the heat your presence brings.I long for you...thoughts and memories of you consume me;filling every crevice of my mind with the image of your smileor the sound of your laughter.Memories of your touch and the depth of your bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-36380715240297832662009-02-08T14:50:00.004+08:002009-04-10T00:41:10.456+08:00Drowning in a sea of voices,each anchored to its own face;a personality unto itself.I look for my lifeline-straining every nerve and muscle to hear your voice-that I may reach out and hold it;that I may reach out and hold on to you.Doubling its rhythm, my heart beats fasteras I grasp your hand;wanting to feel the warm embrace your love gives,surpassed only by the love of The Maker.I finally find bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-88616701158173926852008-11-19T14:58:00.002+08:002008-11-19T15:08:22.017+08:00Colorful GrayPitter-patter goes the rain drops,drumming a subtle rhythmon tin roofs and plastic pailsas a violin line plays sweetlyagainst the contrapuntal approach of a Theremin whistleresting against a folk guitar.Funny how you can lose sightand yet see all the colorsin a gray and drab afternoon...Pizzicato strings playing minor sevenswhile a suspended fourth leaves you hanging,waiting for the bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-86004704492242820812008-11-12T01:52:00.002+08:002008-11-12T02:00:26.084+08:00EbbLook into my eyesand know me.Seek the depths of who I amthen pass judgment.Lipless smiles and dry tearspaint the cacophony of people whocarry the banner of friendship...do they really care?You look down on me,and I know...I know with surety in my heartand confidence in my breastthat I am accepted.I am loved.I.Am.Loved.Your smile paints the sunsetand Your laughter calls out the sunand still I bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-85153882190357659192008-11-12T01:29:00.002+08:002008-11-12T01:43:50.098+08:00DeafmuteSilence.I know not if it is from my heartor from the depths of my soul,but I find the bittersweetnessof where I am a quickening of reality.The night breeze caresses my skin,tracing every curve and line of my being...an outline of who I am,an outline of me.Is it because that I am at a loss of wordsthat I find myself standing in the midst of Silence,completely wrapped in this cocoon of bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-35981709220826824792008-11-06T23:24:00.002+08:002008-11-06T23:32:52.440+08:00VoidfillThe stillness of the nightis shattered by the mute cries of a loveless heart,yearning, wandering, wanting...if only to be caressed and loved once again.The feeling of sadness nibbles at the verge of my being,drawing me closer to who I once was...to the cosmic joke that once walked the earth.Calmness wraps me in its warm embraceand I feel the sense of Now becoming clear,At least if only bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-79803834273225864622008-11-06T23:05:00.001+08:002008-11-06T23:08:39.122+08:00What Never WasIf only I could forgethow it feels to have your lips pressed against mine,or how you body slightly arches as I stare into your eyes..If only I can forget the scent of your hairor the depth of your eyes,then perhaps I can finally sleep...for years I have strugglesto keep this memory of you locked away,hidden in the recesses of my sanity...yet it keeps finding the surface,causing me bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-87029325798181654402008-08-15T16:11:00.002+08:002008-08-15T16:16:05.051+08:00LostStatues of white marblesilently watch over the lost city of souls;playing guard to a people who know of them not.Children run and laughwhile mangy dogs bark in delight,tails wagging, drool dripping;I find myself picking up polished stonesand pitching them back in to the sea,one... by... one...and watch them sink beyond memory.Just like the White Giants watching me with lifeless eyes.Just likebahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-60309232119311690732008-08-14T14:04:00.002+08:002008-08-14T14:22:46.339+08:00From AfarColors of white and brown accent the beauty of you,as melodies and harmonies outline the form of your masterpiece;I look at you and wonder...wonder if there will ever be a time when it will be my hand you will be holding,and my name you will be singing?Your smile calms me;a presence that says everything will be okay...Your eyes, windows to the depths of wisdom,find resonance in the bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-84153627174698871822008-08-13T16:00:00.002+08:002008-08-13T16:18:48.215+08:00PlaylistSlap the funkas the words are lost in the rhythmic discordof Miller and Chambers;let the smooooooooth;the smooth lines of Leepaint pictures of Yellowjacketsas Return to Forevercauses that dimensional tension;Chick and Joe seem to meet halfwaythen Lalah would come in with her voice.Truly wonderful.Truly beautiful.This groove keeps dipping and sliding...funkifying the painted colors of my bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-58127399370368743552008-08-13T00:30:00.003+08:002008-08-13T00:50:09.347+08:00Un-TimedAnd so I falter...Not knowing where to place my next step,I look around confused, lost...Have I danced out of the set cadenza?Has my heart beat out of turn?Have my lips betrayed the secrets of my heart?Rarely do I feel this discomfort...of knowing the fact that I do not.Do I tell you that I love you?That your voice makes my heart jumpas if it has been stirred by the sweetest of symphoniesbahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-63847378482909469682008-07-29T23:23:00.002+08:002008-07-29T23:34:31.908+08:00Avenues of Mindscape.Wonder with meat the expanse of realityand try to find naughtin the frailty of the human mind;yearning and twistingand struggling and listing...is this the apex of our wisdom?Lives ended before they even began,their mute cries haunt no one-save perhaps the random person with a conscience;a rarity in itself.Walk with me as we pass the broken windowsand burnt doorways of ethicsbahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-73594374078426823172008-07-29T23:19:00.002+08:002008-07-29T23:22:01.465+08:00Knowing I AmSpeak to Me in silent whispersas the moment of pure blissallows our Spirits to mingle...to touch...to simply be.Lost in each other's armswe dance to the Rhythm of Heaven,our hearts responding to the subtle changesof diminished runs and deceptive cadences;feeling...exploring...learning...knowing...Being.Lost to the Passion of our Hearts' Desire;Lost in the Love of the Great Divine.bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-8791803588712659782008-06-17T22:39:00.003+08:002008-06-17T22:45:39.908+08:00Neolitera IStarshine and moonbeamsstir the dust of my archived heart,setting free the memories of yesterday.Too long has this been hidden,too long has the sunshine within mebeen shackled to the cold chains of what was...And as the new day dawns,so shall the Sun shine bright; anew.Restored to its rightful place.Shining freely,it gives light to my eyes once again.Renewed vision is celebration in bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-49522880134340042892008-06-15T02:01:00.002+08:002008-06-15T02:05:12.970+08:00Tomorrow's Yesterday TodayLet my Tomorrow begin with my Yesterday,as I come to rememberwhy I am who I amLost in the passage of remembranceI find myself gripping the torn shouldersof a man I once was,drunk on the naivety of youth...And so I plunge myself,I plunge myself in to the waters of Todayand wake to the new scent of Sunshine,I look towards the Sun and smile.bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-3717446045970854112008-06-13T16:43:00.005+08:002008-06-20T13:50:49.770+08:00WanderBlank.This mind of mine is silent,trying to overcome the loudness of nothing.My fingers tap on the keyboard,independent to the lost thoughtsand wandering musingsmy brain has become addicted to.Light fails,and with it comes the promiseof a brighter tomorrow,a momentary darkness...A smile on tomorrow's butterfly wings.Such times are meant for no reason;as life is fey to give.bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-22725037075715257622007-12-05T18:53:00.000+08:002007-12-05T19:08:41.304+08:00TopdownAnd so I stand here on the mountain topand I marvel at the beauty that is You.Innocence and purity captured in Your every loving stroke,marred only by the creations of my own hand.You have painted the blues and greens,and still the contrast of my darkened heartagainst Your light is magnified in all the color-all the beauty...In the midst of the storm I find myself looking over the edge,andbahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1152808420194375192006-07-14T00:29:00.000+08:002006-07-14T00:33:40.206+08:00TorLet Me embrace youas you stand to face the winds of change.Let Me be your strengthas you fight to watch the setting sunand allow Me to hold you as you cry...Let My voice soothe the storms within youas you let go of form and be a child once again,and I shall be here,patiently waiting for you to hold My hand once again.Let My love for youcarry you through the paradox of life,just as you let the bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1152725399888754232006-07-13T01:22:00.000+08:002006-07-13T01:29:59.956+08:00Reflections after the StormI stand as I amas the rain falls upon me.Love.I know I am loved.Just as I am.Without prejudice or burden,nor shame or sorrow,nor a shade of doubtI am loved.Your smile is like the glow of the evening starsand your laughter like the melody of the meadows.I rest easy in your embraceand find myself believing in God all the more.Beyond the passionand the yearningI know therebahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1144774899222600222006-04-12T00:56:00.000+08:002006-04-12T01:01:39.223+08:00VoidMomentary blissacts as the calm before the stormas change triggers the howling galesthat seem to set everything,yes, everything into chaos.I realize that perhaps,just perhaps,I have danced beyond my depthand have entered into the land of pain.I tire.Of living.Of holding on.A wounded soldier needs rest as well,and the calls beyond the border seem pleasant.I let the void embrace me.bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1144774270776274462006-04-12T00:47:00.000+08:002006-04-12T00:51:10.786+08:00End DanceScorching night windsmarks my soulas I try to comprehendthe meaning of all this...Confusion seems to bethe conductor of this movementas pain and doubtweave their way on the dance floor.I am too tired to cry.Too dry to care.I guess all was futile...or is it just me?The dance ends...and so does my life.bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1138166979394235622006-01-25T13:26:00.000+08:002006-09-19T10:59:00.750+08:00Only in the absence of one's presence does one's presence be made known.bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1136870105501982252006-01-10T12:53:00.000+08:002006-01-10T13:15:05.553+08:00CycleRed lights act as the arbiter of motion,as women desperately trying to livehaggle their bodies to passing men,offering the promise of pleasure.The night air is chilly as a car stops at the corner.Moments pass and then she climbs in,a mother of two daughters, a seeker of security,a giver of pleasure, a person trying to live-a keeper of hidden tearsand broken dreams,a person resigned to her bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1136817638560279782006-01-09T22:11:00.000+08:002006-01-09T22:40:38.616+08:00LifeAnd so I awake to the mad cacophonyof people surviving and trying to survive,too busy making a living to live a life.Children wander the streets,unclothed, unwashed...selling flowers strung into necklacesin the hopes of taking homea few pesos to stave of hunger for a few more hours.Hobos scavenge the trashcanslooking for anything that slightly resembles edibility,resigned to the peace of bahistagitaristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006554936047720026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1136483135037677442006-01-06T01:38:00.000+08:002006-01-06T01:45:35.100+08:00SlumberBreathe me inas I lay to restthe fears that plague me.Know me in my slumber,lying in the embrace of the Divine,as I trek the pathways of life.I bare myself asI plunge into the streams of renewal,caressed by the waters of forgiveness.I open my eyesand find myselfclothed anew.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1136375677772407202006-01-04T19:45:00.000+08:002006-01-04T19:56:31.026+08:00Between the SheetsThe dawn breaksand the sunriseromances the falling tears of the cosmos,shedding raindrop like crystalsand heart shaped thoughtsthat seem to reorganizethe percieved structureof what we have come to callas life.We watch the wishboneof convenienceand wonder why it neverdid make that last wish come true...a sad mistake in the lifeof a naive young man.Sad.So sad.And we wipe our UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1136039981467315322005-12-31T22:28:00.000+08:002005-12-31T22:39:41.873+08:00Ode to the New YearAnd so the sparks start to flyas the fireworks light the skylike dragons battling for supremacyor a painting of the cosmosVoices sing in antiphonal cacophony,exactly fitting the themeplaying in the minds and housesof the entire nationI find myself staring at blinking diodesas the tap-tap-tapand click-clicki create seem to lock mein to my own little worldas I try to reflectupon UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1136013690615986572005-12-31T15:20:00.000+08:002005-12-31T15:21:30.626+08:00Commercial Break Muna! hehehehe....If anybody is in the BF/Ayala Alabang/Las Piñas Area and is looking for someone who can whip up good pasta dishes for parties, get togethers or small gatherings text me at 09164302467 or email me at bahistagitarista@gmail.comAmong the sauces we do, these are the usual hot items:*Pesto - fresh basil, pine nuts & virgin olive oil among other ingredients*Carbonara UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1135963080231479342005-12-30T22:44:00.000+08:002005-12-31T01:18:00.300+08:00EndThe water runs over me,cooling my mind,purifying my spirit,renewing my soul.Droplets start to pool at my feetas I try to reorganize my thoughts,much like the stratosphere in june.I dry off,knowing that tomorrow will be better.and so I dress for sleep.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1134223133610572932005-12-10T21:54:00.000+08:002005-12-10T21:58:55.503+08:004stringsGroooooove meas I slip 'n slidedown the pathways of bass lore.STOP!Then POP me on the G string,running to and fro,asking for more,bopping out of time,keep me going `til I tire of running harmonicaly.Then slip meas I sliiiiiiiide back upand regain consciousnessas I go back to playing post.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1134161111613970892005-12-10T04:37:00.000+08:002005-12-10T04:45:11.626+08:00DaybreakThe world wakes up around meas I make my way home,eager to bathe and wash awaythe debris of yesterday.Fleets of jeepneysare the sole specie of cattlemaking runs on the stripof asphalted land,trying to rake inthe most number ofpilgrims to and fromtheir mecca of meats and vegetables.The cock crows at 3 minutes before 5as I wait for my water to boil.My body clamors for sleep,yet my mind UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1134055744199898562005-12-08T23:26:00.000+08:002005-12-08T23:29:04.210+08:00PoisonI am poison.I intend not to beyet that appearsto be my purpose in life.I pray not to hurtyet I bring pain.Death to some.I am poison.Spill me.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1134038127659722412005-12-08T18:30:00.000+08:002005-12-08T18:35:27.670+08:00Sea BluesI face the sea,the wind kissing my faceand the spraymarking me as it's own.Louis Armstrong plays in the background,an off tangent variable of sorts.The blues kicks inwhile the sea green foamstands guard.Crooners empty their heartwhile the yacht speeds forward.I realize all is just in my headas I tap it all out on my keyboard.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1133857156005983152005-12-06T15:57:00.000+08:002005-12-06T16:19:16.630+08:00Time StampTime seems to leave no respiteto memories supposedly long gone.Friendships left to the tidesresurface again after a storm.For how long must wego on pretending thatnever were we at par?The diodes act as a bridgejust as yellow facesact as messengersof what is inside...We both stare atreorganized ordinal numbersand remember lifewhen the world was younger.Closure comes after eight yearsand UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1133792528302544392005-12-05T22:13:00.000+08:002005-12-05T22:22:08.313+08:00SelahTo hold you in my armswould be pure bliss.An eternitytrapped in the spaceof two heartbeats.To hear your voice once againwould be like listeningto the symphoniesthat can only be heardin the concerto of silence.I find myselfsmiling as I rememberall the beauty and joywe have shared together.The sun danceson top of the dawnas the shadowsof yesterday are lifted.I inhale the sweet breeze of UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1133492921057170822005-12-02T11:00:00.000+08:002005-12-02T11:08:41.066+08:00BlackmailIt's as if it is my fault.As if you never promisedto support me beforehand,as if the promises you madedried up like the sea in the desert.Were your words fallow?Like the dry earthon which we tread on?Or have you justcome to hate me so?I laid bare all that I am,and you supposedly embraced me.You declared that so.I never forced you.I never misled you.And now you spit meout of your UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1133453353148516232005-12-02T00:03:00.000+08:002005-12-02T00:10:18.886+08:00CounterpointednonharmonicnonesenseAround and aroundwhirrrrrrrrr the bladesas the air is pushed by the wind.The clack-clack-clackingof the keyboardseems to add contrapuntal resilienceto the otherwisedrab squeak of the chair.Another door is BANGED closedwhile the neighbor's gate is clicked closed.I find myself smiling at this mad orchestraas I pretend to conduct this chaos.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1133452962619803752005-12-01T23:55:00.000+08:002005-12-02T00:10:59.633+08:00Post MortemThe silence of the nightwraps around me like a cloak,magnifying my weeping heartbeatas saline tearsmingle with the falling rain.I shudder.The coldslowly creeps into my bonesand I find myselflonging for Your embrace.I trudge on.I tire of the mad danceI am attuned to,yet I know I must,I must see it to its end.The final note resoundsand the rain poursuntil it reaches a deafening crescendoUPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1132165393324357182005-11-17T02:16:00.000+08:002005-11-17T02:23:13.336+08:00Picture TalkI love you.No other set of words come closeto what it captures.I love you.Beyond doubt,beyond reason I do.I love you.I cannot expressthe full extent of it's passion.I love you.Without rhyme or reason,I love you.I know not of any other words to say.For I knowthat these words even lackin luster and depth,and breadth and passionof what I feel for you...I love you.I know not of whys or UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1129250638766824302005-10-14T08:40:00.000+08:002005-10-14T08:43:58.776+08:00SleepI sleep with eyes wide open,wondering if stasis does have a healing quality.The sun rises,again I move like a man with no sleep.I am.Then again, who cares?I just close my eyesas I surrender...UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1129220045696218472005-10-14T00:03:00.000+08:002005-10-14T00:14:05.746+08:00Traversing the Critique of LifeI am again lostto the currents of Misunderstanding.Hated, frowned upon and shunned,are among the least thingsmy Path has brought me.I obey,yet what do I have to show for it?A bleeding heart and lambasted Integrity.I chose not this path to tread on,yet tread on it I do,for I know that is what is ultimately asked of me.Those closest to my heartpain me with their UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1125468434302440302005-08-31T13:35:00.001+08:002005-08-31T14:07:14.306+08:00Ode to AloneKiss me on the lips once againand dance with me.Dance with me as we waitfor the satelites and cometsto circle around us.Let the waves crash on to meas I cradle you in my arms.Let the sun sear my skinand the cold bite my bonesas long as they do not harm you.For years have I waitedand longed for this moment.For so long haveI watched and prayed.Finally, you are here.Eleven years have UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1125467235169405152005-08-31T13:35:00.000+08:002005-08-31T13:47:15.176+08:00Dry TearsWeighed down,I decide to throw myselfto the reckless precisionthat only You can give.I am tired.Tired of hurtingand being hurt.Tired of never beinggood enough for anyone.Is this the next stageof the saga of my life?Am I not yet done in my molding?I know.Many mountains have I moved,and many seas have I crossed.And yet here is this new mountain,refusing to be moved.I have cried.I have UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1125378907283690872005-08-30T13:14:00.000+08:002005-08-30T13:15:07.290+08:00Sunshine Your lips rest on my own as we embrace each other and dance to the rhythms of life. We hold hands and still our souls as we listen to our hearts beating in unison. I love you. The rain falls and we both find shelter in each other's love, vowing to hold onto each other and watch the sun rise again. Yes. We shall walk in Sunshine again.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1124379302214003662005-08-18T23:29:00.000+08:002005-08-18T23:35:02.220+08:00Without You And so I stand here,alone and waiting...tomorrow never seemed so far away,and yet yesterday seemsto be lost in the swirlingtides of the past.I breathe.Or at least try toas tears of longing overflow.I yearn to cradle you in my armsand keep you safe forever.Yet here I am.Alone.When did sunriseto sunrise seem likea fragmented eternity,with each point rested solelyon the pinnacle of dusk?UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1123215524410057612005-08-05T12:12:00.000+08:002005-08-05T12:18:44.416+08:00RainRain falls,setting the pitter patterof a million tear dropsthat seem to drown outthe bleakness of a day without You.The skypaints the morning withchords of gray and trills of lightas the dripping wateracts as the conductor,making sure that all keeps pace.The coldseeps into my bonesand ultimately my soulas I yearn for the warmthof Your embrace.Yes, Your embrace.I read the letters You sent me,UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1122824452450962492005-07-31T23:35:00.000+08:002005-07-31T23:40:52.463+08:00ApologiesI am pained.And it is my fault.My world has collapsedand I know not where to turn to...Does drinking of the tonicease the painthat bites at my soul?I know not.In midstride I fumble and fall,leaving nothing butmarks on my skinand an aching heart.Perhaps I derserve it.I look around and tryto grope for a handhold,a lifeline of sorts...and I look for you...yet you are so far away,and I fear UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1122806738779987802005-07-31T18:36:00.000+08:002005-07-31T18:45:38.786+08:005 DaysYou'll be gone for 5 days14 days from now.Yet already the bed seems colder,the nights darker and longerand the silence more deafening.5 days never seemed so long,so tiring...so frustrating...so alone.Yes. Alone.My strings have neverbeen silenced for that long,never a note playednor a beat missed;and yet they will be for 5 days.For 5 daysa shall be groping blindly,seeking and searchingfor myUPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1122303126050739302005-07-25T22:40:00.000+08:002005-07-25T22:53:38.853+08:00Of PassionPassionsurges forth from deep within,awakened from it's fitful slumber.My lips seek yoursand my hands ache to touch you...to touch none but you.Your breath,hot on my cheek,sends me into a passionate frenzy.I yearn to explorethe depths of you,to know you in your depths,to touch youbetween heartbeats,between breaths.I yearn to hearyou breathe into my earas you inhale and exhalewith UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1122110953965515602005-07-23T17:04:00.000+08:002005-07-31T18:50:26.243+08:00LongingYour beauty never ceases to amaze me.It is like the silver star dust on a cloudless nightor the first rays of light that opens the morning.Your scent is like moonflowers in full bloom,carried away by the cool evening breeze.It's smell marks my soul with your memory.Your love is a balm to my soul;a manifestation of Divine lovein the smile and touch you give me.You are more precious than UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1122003985531722952005-07-22T11:37:00.000+08:002005-07-22T11:46:25.536+08:00Chicken Noodle SoupLittle drops of rainfall from the obese cloudsthat lord the sky.The dry earthdrinks in the weepingof the darkened sky.Little children laugh and playas the rain fallsand the wind blows,apparently obliviousto the cold that slowlyseeps into their bodies.Then again, chicken noodle soupalways tastes betterafter dancing in the rain...UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1121478793618695652005-07-16T09:35:00.000+08:002005-07-16T09:53:13.623+08:00As You Seek MeIf you seek Me, you shall know of wonders revealed to the chosen few, and you shall find the greatest treasure you can ever discover as you tread this earth.As you seek Me,the sun will riseand the oceans shall part,the storms shall ceaseand you shall lie downby streams of quiet.When you know Me,you shall understandMy heart and My mind,My Words of Life shall be madeknown to you,and UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1121268767048687782005-07-13T23:27:00.000+08:002005-07-13T23:32:47.066+08:00SleepCast your crownsto the waters of lifeas you drift off into innocent slumber.Allow not the marks of the dayto leave it's print uponyour fragile soul.Sleep, and be restored.Sleep and drink of the streams of rejoicing.Wake and be refreshedas you step into the lightof a new and sacred day.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1121178911026198782005-07-12T22:22:00.000+08:002005-07-12T22:35:11.033+08:00MusicBetween the space of two heartbeats,and the distance between two starsthat is how close our souls dance.Your hand rests lovingly on my shoulder,and my hand rests the same on your waist;and together we dance the night away.I feel your heart beating into mine,drawing me deeper into your arms...In to your embrace of love.Your voice calls out to me,touching my very soul,as you sing of UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1120995686164443582005-07-10T19:23:00.000+08:002005-07-10T19:41:27.836+08:00HeartholdSpiderwebs of hopes and dreams,lay entagled as the dustand debris of broken dreams and promisesweigh down on the delicate silk strands.Silk strands that holdour heart in it's center.One by one the silken strandseventually give way as the pressureof unresolved yesterdaysbuild up and become morethan what we can bear.We all have strands snapped by arrowsand broken because of undue weight,UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1120919750533191582005-07-09T22:24:00.000+08:002005-07-09T22:35:50.596+08:00Your LoveYou are the Voicethat calls out to me.It is Your handsthat lead me.It is Your armsthat embrace me,and in You I feel secure.Your love surrounds me,steady and unchanging,setting me softly upon the Rock.It is in Your lovethat I find my strength.You are the reasonI find no other reason to love,it is Your heartbeatthat beats in my breast,it is Your deaththat allows me to live.You are the UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1120880478885254182005-07-09T11:21:00.000+08:002005-07-09T11:41:18.890+08:00Hold My HandHold my hand,and together we shall walkthe pathways and clearings of life,together, hand in hand,heart in heart.Believe mewhen I say that I shall be here for you.I would move mountainsand cross oceans just to be with you.Let your heartbeat in tandem with mine,as we both seek the Divineand grow in our Self.Journey with meas we cross the sands of time,and learn what it meansto truly UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1120803364162188892005-07-08T14:09:00.001+08:002005-07-08T14:16:04.166+08:00AngelLight courses down on me,bathing me in it's restoration.I am renewed.I open my eyesand your beautyis the first thing I see,your voice the first measure of soundthat craddles my battered soul.You are an angel.Not one of silvery wingsor golden halosor spirit. No.You are flesh and blood,you breathe,you choose.You are you.You are like the sunrise,always there,yet more beautiful each time I see UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1120664629834852372005-07-06T23:32:00.000+08:002005-07-06T23:43:49.840+08:00DeadSpiral me,as broken wings flapin the air that surrounds me.Bleeding. I am he.Wasted and discarded,abandoned after used.Never taken seriously.Never heeded.I am a wraith.You speak wordsof avoiding me pain,yet you plunge a dagger into my heart.Distorted senses of humorand love are apparentin the night air,as secret lovers,both in denialtype away throughout the night,oblivious to the many UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1120489749447516062005-07-04T22:59:00.000+08:002005-07-04T23:09:09.453+08:00DiscardShatter me and all that I hope for.Speak of pain and remember me.I am a discard.Your trash.Used and enjoyed,but ultimately thrown outwhen form and functionare finally not suitableto your own tastes ofaesthetics and humanity.Am I a lie?A farce?A persona used to plug the holein your lives thentrashed when the hole has set?I bleed.I know all of you know that.Yet what do you care?I am a thing UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1120483673835052652005-07-04T21:13:00.000+08:002005-07-04T22:15:15.960+08:00My BelovedTake my hand beloved,and together we willwalk the depths of the mysteriesof life and love,what it means to liveand how one truly loves.Lay your fears to restin my arms beloved,and together we shall face tomorrow,riding the winds of change,learning to let goof the spirits of our pastthat shackle us to our present.Listen to my heartbeat beloved,and know and trust me.I shall not leave you,UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1120406748864469842005-07-03T22:34:00.000+08:002005-07-04T00:05:50.773+08:00*-*These words I speakmean nothing to you.I may rant and rambleand all you do is nod your head.Do you even listen?Do you even hear what Im saying?Or are all my wordssugarcoated lullabyesthat cradle deaf ears?Do you see me?Or am I a convenient personathat you can selectively seewhen you find use for?Do you feel me?Or am I a security blanketthat you cuddle and hold in the loneliness of nightthen UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1120278251596923142005-07-02T12:17:00.000+08:002005-07-02T12:24:11.606+08:00HeartIn my times of tirednessand frustration, I seek You.To You do I turn.In my thirst I seek outthe well spring of lifethat flows forth from Your hand.In the silence of the night,as I lie on my cot, I still my heart,that I may hear You.I reach out to youand seek forthe calm springs of everlasting,I seek for Your heart.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1120202997459614072005-07-01T15:07:00.000+08:002005-07-01T15:29:58.543+08:00BelovedIf the heavens wouldallow their satin lightto fall upon your faceand the midnight breeze tocaress your hairYou would be beyondwhat is beyond beautiful.If the starlight would onlyreflect themselves in your eyesand the sound of the everdeepsing with your own voice,even the dryads and the faerieswould weep at the sound of you.And yet even without themyou are more than beautiful,more than UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1120067060446590522005-06-29T23:30:00.000+08:002005-06-30T01:44:20.493+08:00MountaintopsIs this what it feels to reach the summit?Cold.Alone.Lost to all but myself?Am I just a puppet on a stringthat is shelved when the show is over?Is that what all these achievments are for?Do we seek relationshipafter relationship to displayas trophies of how good we are?of how fantastic lovers we are?Of how deep we are in needof companionship, acceptance,love, reassurance and self UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119938364158642522005-06-28T13:02:00.000+08:002005-06-28T13:59:24.186+08:00LostThe rain fallsand another tear drips down,lost in all the skytearsthat caress my shuddering body.Pain that sears through the mindis set behind the pain of loss.Physical pain lost to that of the emotion,a transcendental ritual of sorts.Our self is lost to the mad rhythm of life,forcing us to forget who we truly are,what we truly feeland why we truly live.We can only be found in One Way.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119887352511282752005-06-27T23:37:00.000+08:002005-06-27T23:49:12.516+08:00Right now it is 11:38 in the evening, a monday and as I concluded earlier, I am now suffering from the back aching, feverish, delirium inducing flu. Second week in a row that I contracted it. Weird though, I guess it never really went a way.Im taking a break from my poetry writing for two reason:1) im feeling really crappy due to my flu. it's a good thing awhile ago i was feeling fine over UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119679581088797322005-06-25T13:49:00.000+08:002005-06-25T14:06:21.096+08:00FoundWe live a life of facades,weaving in and out of the danceof self acceptance and social approval.We fear the truth of us more thanthe reality of others.But little by littlewe find the securityand comfort of one personand slowly wipe off thecolors and texturesof our tirade.We find that the true personbeneathe the layers of colorsis lovable and acceptablefor who she is; for who we are.Our past UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119630339582754502005-06-25T00:17:00.000+08:002005-06-25T00:25:39.590+08:00TranquilI look at you,in the still of the night,and watch you sleep.In your embrace,I find myself,as you lay your headon my chest.I wish this momentwould never be broken,an eternity of watching you sleep,of holding you in my arms,and listening to you breatheoh-so softly...even the moon looks perfect.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119589415061306662005-06-24T12:52:00.002+08:002005-06-24T13:03:35.066+08:00Lovers BeThis moment of claritycomes all too soon,feeling of lackdominates the joy of the thought.Clasping armsthere is an understanding,beyond words,beyond belief,beyond friendship.Heads rest on shouldersand the comforting presenceof the other is sought;finally the dance is about to end.Lips rest on lipsand hands hold the otheras heartbeats joined beyond nowjoin in harmony,lending an ethereal UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119540339535758432005-06-23T23:21:00.000+08:002005-06-23T23:25:39.543+08:00Batang KalyeI took this photo in Makati after me and my band played in the T.V. Show: Jojo A All the Way. We were eating infront of a Ministop and I noticed this kid sleeping on a low all, impervious to the noise of the traffic and construction around him.More of my visual poetry available at:http://www.flickr.com/photos/95289926@N00/UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119534449793701402005-06-23T21:36:00.000+08:002005-06-23T21:47:29.800+08:00Of YearningSearch my heart and know me,for what can I hide from You O Lord?You have known mefrom the depths of my mother's womb,before time you have called me.In my weakness, You are my strength,in my darkness You are my Light.For how long O Lordmust my spirit pain in yearning?For how long must it betil I can see You face to face?My spirit hungers for Youand my soul thirsts for You.I have lost UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119499651250789932005-06-23T11:54:00.000+08:002005-06-23T12:07:31.256+08:00Recollective 450I am alone.Yet so many surround me.I am lost,in the midst of my common surroundings.I find myself reelingfrom the front of my emotions;the tension of who I amconflicting with who I want to be.I find myself sheltered in Your grace,caught in the web of Your love.Protected by the strength of Your armand secure in the Promise You ahve given.In You I am found.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119419319975482942005-06-22T13:37:00.000+08:002005-06-22T13:50:25.530+08:00StepForgive me,for I cannot compose,that which is building up inside of me,and forcing me into a war of wills.I am at a crossroad of self,a crucible balanced on the edge.I have fallen into that situationof where there is a point of no return.To surrender my allor to pursue my dreams,which should I choose?The promise of no inhertianceor the pursuit of stability?Which weighs more in my heart?I UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119365225211558802005-06-21T22:27:00.000+08:002005-06-21T22:53:24.056+08:00PicturesThey say that a picturepaints a thousand words,yet no words can encompass the beauty of You.You are the green of the grassand the cool of the wind.You are the light of a million starsand the waves of a thousand oceans.You are the smile of a thousand childrenand laughter of a hundred babes.You are the tears of the widowsand the cries of the orphans.You are the pain of the dyingand the hopeUPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119332810936946062005-06-21T13:28:00.000+08:002005-06-21T13:46:50.943+08:00FreedomThe screen blinks back at meas I tap-tap-tap my thoughtson to paperless sheetsof something intangible.The soft whirring of the CPUseems to slowly fade intothe likeness of other ambient sounds.Thought transfer was never this easy,or convinient for that matter.As I can rearrange andgive form to such thoughts aslove, honor, desire, despair;all by the power of little squiggles.Curves, lines UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119276078214701142005-06-20T21:30:00.000+08:002005-06-20T22:01:18.263+08:00ResponseYou call out to meand I cry out in return.My Spirit cannot do otherwise.How can I deny the factthat this emptiness in me,this yearning, this hungercan never be satisfiedby the offers of whatthis so-called world presents?I am lost in the midst of a sea of facesand yet I am not alone:I know that You will alwaysbe there to keep my head abovethe waters in the raging storm.You are my Lightin UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119231553468078492005-06-20T09:24:00.000+08:002005-06-20T09:39:13.473+08:00Dry GroundWading waist high water of unforgiveness,I feel the cold seeping into my bones.Mosquitoes of regret flit around me,searching for skin to target.Mutated alligator-like creaturesand thoughts of malariaseem to keep me awakein this hell hole of self misery.I try to clear a paththrough the tangle with my own hands,but the swamps of my own creationfind me wanting.I seek an end to this muck UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119100269661816872005-06-18T20:49:00.000+08:002005-06-18T21:44:57.246+08:00You are my SolaceYou are my solace.In times of deep painand strong fear,You alone are the shelter I seek.It is in Your armsI find security for life.For You give life,and You take it.It is You who shape empiresand write out the destinies of men.It is Your symphoniesthat the elements play.It is Your heartbeat that I follow,Your rhythm setting the pacethat my heart follows.You are my solace.You are UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119092076906932582005-06-18T18:32:00.000+08:002005-06-18T20:45:37.920+08:00Ending If ever the moon would cease to shineand the sun fail to riseI would choose to spendthe last few moments of lightlooking at you,memorizing each line on your face,each curve and shade that defines youbeing etched into my mind,so that even in the darkness,or I be robbed of sight,I will see you.If ever the song of the universeraises it's pitch tothe point of shattering all sound,I would spendUPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119067017215239102005-06-18T11:44:00.000+08:002005-06-18T11:56:57.220+08:00You know, there are times in my life when I hav viewed my writing as a gift. A way to encourage people, to let them know that people do not see them in the same low way they see themselves. Not all of my poetry is posted here, that is for sure. Most of the ones posted here are expressions of myself, or the expression of the release of an abstraction within me. I find myself wondering somtimes if UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1119065697156542802005-06-18T11:17:00.000+08:002005-06-18T11:34:57.163+08:00EyesYour eyes are beautiful.Pure, expressive windows to your soul.More precious thanthe most rare of diamonds,more lovely than the stars in the sky.Your eyes speak wordsthat have not yet been coined,reveal emotion so honest,and yet so... delicate.The way they trace the skyline or follow the sun setwould shame the most graceful of dancers,the eloquence of their depthwould move the greatest writer UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118969111958498762005-06-17T08:40:00.000+08:002005-06-17T08:45:11.963+08:00MirrorsMy likeness stares back at meand I am overwhelmedat how different people see mefrom how I see myself.I find reassuranceand comfort in the words they say,knowing that all of it,no matter how magnified,carry grains of truth in it.I sit back into my chair,and I have to smile.Thank you.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118943651111304582005-06-17T01:40:00.000+08:002005-06-17T01:42:15.383+08:00Afraid I am afraid;of hurting you,of scaring you,of driving you away,of waking knowing thatI am just a rag- again.I cry dry tearswhen I know my sanityseems like breaking free,when I feel that I amabout to go back in tothe darkness of my karma,my ever so repetetive past.I am afraid of losing you;losing the one I love most,to lose a part of me.I have been cycling for so longand now Im finally aboutUPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118942138199457162005-06-17T01:10:00.000+08:002005-06-17T01:15:38.206+08:00I don't know what to feel. Here I am again. Wasak man! It's so hard to be me I guess. The cosmic joke. *cheers!*UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118935250854808072005-06-16T23:12:00.000+08:002005-06-16T23:20:50.860+08:00YouIn the still of the nightI realize how muchof me longs for You.You know me more than I,my very essenceYou have made known to yourself.I find no other reason to livebut to live in Your presence,to lavish in Your loveand to know You more intimately.I yearn You.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118899738684501482005-06-16T12:39:00.000+08:002005-06-17T00:26:13.043+08:00A Canopy of CharadesI sit and ponderon what life has brought me;a mixture of thebittersweet cup of shameand the promise of hope.I don't know.Until when must the charades of life be played out?In the end, we often forget the realityof what we feel, who we areand what we are.We find that honesty is a virtue;one that is held dear by many.Our honesty to others is blameless by far,yet we find UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118819386944258922005-06-15T14:56:00.000+08:002005-06-15T15:09:46.946+08:00CrossroadI am at a crossroad.I know not which path to take.Both are paths I long to take,the question lies in which I desire more.That which is mundaneor that which is divine?Either way,both paths leadto the same destination.It is the journey both presentand the learnings one can gleanthat tug at my heartstrings.To which do I concede?I stand not knowing where to tread.UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118761803543150072005-06-14T22:43:00.000+08:002005-06-15T15:13:59.653+08:00DustI am sullen.Useless and devoid of value.I am what I am;dust.Yes, it was never my fault,yet I am reaping it's fruit.If only my soul could screamand my Spirit shed tears,if only self confidence would not escape menor I be cast the role of fool again.Am I pawn?To be used in some great chess boardof life, love and restoration?I tire of this.If only I had it in me to curseor to let go of my UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118751378736392152005-06-14T19:58:00.000+08:002005-06-14T20:18:11.086+08:00Food FightSteaming riceladled into calabash bowlssets the stagefor a gastronomic encounter.Armies of fresh spring rollslie side by side as the contigentsof fish and squid are in position,ready for the grills.The squadrons of buffalo wingsare supported by the artillery of the chicken lollipops.The condiments and saucesare ready, tensed and waitingto give life to any soldierfound lacking on the UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118741984832939892005-06-14T17:28:00.000+08:002005-06-14T17:42:25.456+08:00You are I AmI seek You.In the quiet of the nightand the still of the mornI search You.It is Your Voice I yearn to hear,Your Favor I long to touch.My heart longsto beat alongside Your's,and my eyes yearnto gaze upon Your beauty.You are what I have sought for,You are the Cry of my Soul.You are the stillness of the nightand the morning mist.You are the first rays of sunlightand the voice that calls UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118713298915263262005-06-14T09:14:00.000+08:002005-06-14T09:41:38.923+08:00SunriseScattered rose petalsdance in the airas the first rays of sunlightpeek over the frostedmountaintops of insecurity.Our bare feet caress the grassas we run throughfields of understanding;our hair freely blownby the wind of acceptance.We hold hands in the moonlightas the breeze of hidden loveadds to the feeling of securityyour arms around me bring.The stars dance to the rhythmof our UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118665530159588392005-06-13T20:06:00.000+08:002005-06-13T20:25:30.166+08:00Opus IILet my fingersglide over the nylon stringsas you let your voiceresound with the evening.The harmoniesand melodies we createspeak of a joining deeperthan bodies or of hearts;more profoundthan the morning lightor of the shadows of night;it is the embracing of souls.You music with wordsand I speak with melodies,our lives touchingand creating pure harmonies.I wake in the morning and UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118660602911138962005-06-13T18:29:00.000+08:002005-06-13T19:07:24.370+08:00Soul SharingThe night sky blendsin to the drama of the music,sending the midnight breezeinto a kalaiedescope of emotionsas lovers walk hand in handand the waves crash gently on to the sand.Little pockets of understandingand whispers of sweet nothingseem to overpower the cold of night,as the warmth and securitylove alone can give takes center stage.Silent words are spokenas a thousand and one UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622460.post-1118586699697995892005-06-12T22:10:00.000+08:002005-06-12T22:31:41.776+08:00And I DoAnd I love you.Do not ask meof when or how,or of why.I just do.I love you.Not for your smilewhich can call out the sunnor your voicewhich causes the stars to dance.I love you not becauseof how you fluster me and tease meor of how you know meand protect me from myself, no.I love you.I find myself secure and at peace with you,laughing despite myself;but that is not why...why I love you.I UPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07660372088909170702noreply@blogger.com