Buwan

Ikaw ang pintog na buwan
Sa gabi ng aking buhay

At ang mga tala
Ay ang walang kupas
At nagnining ning mong
Mga mata

At matatagpuan noon
Sa gitna ng aking pisngi
At iyong balikat

ang kahulugan
Ng aking buhay.

That Summer

There is an addicting taste,
She is the masterpiece
of my memory,
a honey combed summer,
under the curled blue,

of waves and an infinite
stretch of sky that reach
beyond my sight
into the universe of who I was,

And the Sun god's grandeur
fell brightly over the silent
witnesses,
that held us together,
Water, sky, and your ivory soft smile,

and this held me eternally,
for a moment, and in my lost being
I knew,
how to finally live,
And if I close my eyes now,
I can make it last, perfect, infinitely.

PS
and I know why it was enough.

102: The night is not dark

Once along a shore,

Men and women sat,

on a rooftop made of gold.

One traces with his eyes

the silver outline of the limestone

island cliff across the bay,

The others stare into

the endless magnificence of the sea,

and the moon not quite full, appeared to sing

and its memory, the moonlit glittering town,

the breeze and the booze(rum) are one

the stars and the beautiful eyes are one

the people and the islands are one.

96: I don't tell

Anir

Broken hearts and night lights don't mix well.

Validation and control are absurd concepts.

Expectations of other people are poisonous.

Unsolicited advice is disgusting.

Only fools think they can live other peoples lives better,

Because I hate it when people tell me how to live my life,

Because I don't tell them how to live theirs.

This week the golden rule is broken. I hate you for it.

No sleep for the restless, No rest for the weary.

- Nighttime Ogling

Pennies for my passion.

Gold for motivation.

I have to do this.

Success isn't that important to me.

But for others winning is everything.

I must make the design of this nothing short of brilliant.

Alas Otso

Nag
ba
bak
bak

Ang aking kasiyahan,

At naBUBUO lamang
Tuwing ang aking
Kasintahan
Ay
Dumadalaw
Sa aming
(Tahan)nan
Tuwing
A
L
A
S
O
T
S
O

Ng mmm-aga.

Ode to a bedroom fly

Oh black fly buzzing, landing on my face
(Your'e a bit too fast
for my hand to catch.)
why don't you just get the hell of
my fucking space!


Check mate! the black queen shouts,
She gives me no escape.
I am trapped in my room.
I yield to the power of the black fly
I concede.

Some thoughts

I just thought that what if the entire human race left earth for maybe 1 hour. I think that would let the earth breathe. Give it the hour that it deserves. This would be a nice plot for a movie I guess. Also a story told from a lover's point of view, 30 years after meeting his girlfriend. I think that's also a good plot.

Maybe I just watched too much sci-fi movies like the chronicles of riddick. It was really entertaining.

No sense of success

I was reading the Adobo magazine earlier today. There was an article about a Great Speaker in the Advertising Congress. He talked about ways on how we can achieve success in life.

I think I've become jaded, exhausted about life a little too soon, I am but in my quarter life, and if I had read the article a few years back, whatever he had said would have made me emotional and interested to find out what path could lead me to success, and I would heed whatever advice that he gave, like how I the smell of ripe pineapples interests me. instead I realized something,

I realized that recently success doesn't interest me anymore, I have lost a sense, a definition of success. and I think it is one of the saddest things that could happen to anyone.