Today is an afterthought
driven like a nail on my forehead
as the last missive sent
distills silence ‘tween us
Will it ever be the same?
Who
knows
who
cares?
better than playing with knives…or guns
Today is an afterthought
driven like a nail on my forehead
as the last missive sent
distills silence ‘tween us
Will it ever be the same?
Who
knows
who
cares?
Addicted
There’s opium in goodbyes and cocaine in farewells that keeps me craving to come and leave and come and leave. There’s no sign on the door that points to anything true only winks, and waves Yet i fool myself into thinking they’re invites or anything sincere. so i enter taking betrayal for trust deception for truth and lies for facts. For there’s joy in my loneliness, redemption in my fall and glory in my wasting. as i drown in the cup of my guilt and rejoice in the crumbling of my heart. like an old broken 45 playing the same rundown song of stupor i sleep spinning, swimming, rising,plunging in my cesspool of lies only to wake up and realize There are no true farewells,
only false hellos.
Okay lang sa akin na magmukhang
batang tatanga-tanga
pag tayo’y magkasama
iyon naman ako talaga
kuntento na akong tumahimik ngayon
at mamaya nama’y tumunganga
sa iyo at tapunan ng pagtatangi
ang lupang nilalakaran mo
okay lang magsiunat man
ang mga kulot ng utak kong sunog
ang mga kawad sa kaiisip
at katutunganga ko sa iyo
Masaya kahit alam kong
di mo dama ang daplis
ng mga salita’t timo ng palasong
itinudla ko sa buwan para sa iyo.
Sino ako para magpilit
Umasa na ibigin mo?
Hindi mo naman ako kilala,
Hindi rin kita kilala
Sa ati’y walang pising bumibigkis
Puso nati’y magkaiba ng hugis
Pag-ibig na idadambana’y dagli lang mapapanis
Dahil di mo kailanman gugustuhin
Ang kalaliman ko
At lalong di mo bibilhin
Ang kababawan ko
Magkakasya na lang akong tumanga,
Magmasid, mangarap
Kaysa mahalin mo’t itangi
.
dahil sawa na akong kiligin
sawa na akong umasa
sa mga bagay na di mangyayari
Cognitive Resonance 2001?
If you think I’m weird,
So be it.
If you think I’m demented,
So be it.
If you think I’m boring,
So be it.
If you think I’m stupid,
So be it.
If you think I’m brazen,
So be it
If you think I’m all of the above
Then (Good Heavens!)
So be it.
At least for a fleeting moment
I know you’re thinking of me
And that more than makes up
For all the time I’ve spent
Thinking of you.
Cantus Randomus
3:30:02
Sweet, sweet this silence
‘tween us twines
And threads our soul
Like vintage wine.
Wine, wine of twilight
Raising low
And high to flight
Yon swaying boughs.
Boughs, boughs o’ steep
Wind-riven valleys
Sing your hymn
Of love to me
Me, me whose
Soul’s thou hast resideth
Like spring abloom:
a blush of tides.
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