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    Wednesday, August 31, 2005

    Aftermath

    insert that line with short blitz noticed
    come with me as we hammock the carcasses
    in my head as my eyes fall

    in a bloodbath of time spinning
    dragging one foot over the other
    summon thy strength to renew

    the brink of my thumping vein
    in a spit second, a heartskip swiveled
    space entwined and cottonweb wine

    whats come to the judgement of my own decline
    can i not venture alone to overrule the Fates
    as your eyes behold their wasting away?

    chains in chorus thru the unempty fields
    as we mold the desire of unerring - it speaks
    of truth and laid down promises.

    but in all the trenches we've collected
    hamper to the mercy of thy fading breath
    as i breathe in thoroughly another life within

    and send thine swiftly to the omen of the sea
    as no man can percieve the immortal amour
    of passion thorn apart by injustice and unconformity

    roused by the time as much to free the dawn
    dropt from the zenith and capture its puissance
    to overpower the forger of thunderbolts.

    crippled and landed, as i took thy hand
    away from the clutches of its destructive fire
    unbesieged by its armor and lamed axe

    bringing thy forth from across all the seas
    empowering thy mystic golden apple - to quench
    the fire with your unending elegant hymns.



    -----

    note: to paint a clearer picture, this is my version on how
    the Great Ares' Love freed Aphrodite from Hephaestus. Intriguing?

    But then again, maybe this not only talks about them. But only a reflection. oh well, maybe its just an aftermath of talking about Homer with someone before divin between the sheets...

    Sunday, August 28, 2005

    Illo Friday: Dreams

    Floating in Space




    floating in space
    her candlelight fumed to ashes
    contrasting light
    chaos roars her to her flight

    and she dreamt in full circles
    without ripples she dove in deeper
    the shadow of her wings she penetrate
    like flashbacks thundering down

    floating in space
    she wants to forget
    dreaming what her heartaches convey
    chasing off her fears away

    flashes of lightning lit up the world
    whispers echoing in her head
    the language of the newly dead
    their disembodied utterings, their lament

    floating in space
    like an ecstatic raven
    vanish thru an inclined driving force
    she remained standing, unshaken

    gone -
    to devoid her variegate space
    and she dwelled floating
    but in a rostrum,
      in a platform,
         in a stage.

    ----
    note: this is my entry for this week's Illustration Friday

    Thursday, August 25, 2005

    being single sucks? - a tribute to Aug 25th

    bloghopping, i found this post about someone's list on Top Ten reasons why being single sucks



    And here's what i commented (and more):

    Being sinlge sucks sometimes, but havin a partner you dont agree with, (with almost everything) sucks even more.

    The same as his (the link post above) sentiments, i think id be (physically) single in a long time too.. and it might not be (psychologically) healthy for some, but indeed i too have found "better people" online. with the blogs i come across with, people i meet. its so strange why these people do not exist in the real 'walking' life. i mean, most thoughts poured online are hidden in pseudonyms. in the 'walking' life.. no one would expect me to write like i do.. to speak of opinions like i have..

    And strangely, with all the personalities i have seen on the blogsphere, i have created this "perfectly-shaped" person that would be the partner ill be willing to be with (let's say until my hair turns to grey, or even... until the last breath of my existence). But the prob is, who would fit this image? who would have the same taste in music, books, poetry.. etc... hmm.. and also have the diversity of which i would be excitingly exploring as well as having these same feelings towards me too? who would possess all that and at the same time be sweet and gentle too? romantic and passionate? and who would i not bore to death? who would read me through his eyes? whose smile would seem to faint the brightest star?

    ive been into relationships that mostly end up sour. not that there's something wrong with me (or is there? i think they think im too weird for them), but it seems that either they hurt me (happens most of the time - one even physical) or i hurt them (happened once and he was my best friend). after all that, i am guilty of creating this protective shell around me which nobody would penetrate. i have created a world of my own which nobody would linger in... and then i found blogging. and then i found p2p file sharing... and then i met people with great minds and cool taste. and then my shattered world have been shed with light and the once lost pieces now glows and all of them are in sight. the only thing to do is pick them up one by one, place them all together.. with precision and patience. lots of patience.

    i consider myself as a very patient individual, and trained myself to accept all the hurt without having revenge, without fighting for my rights. i tend to masquerade all my dreadfulness and darkism behind what people see of me. i easy laugh at the stupidest joke but deep inside i lack the laughter and smiles. but in the past seven years, not once did i went out with friends... not once did i enjoyed myself and my surrounding. because i was deprived. and i was agreeingly depriving myself. just recently did i feel there are interesting people in the 'walking' life.. but not as interesting as to know them more and be attached emotionally. Maybe i tend to shun my world, to close my eyes. or was there anyone brave enough to dig up my thoughts, decipher them?

    Having said all that, i remember the film How to Make an American Quilt. And the tagline which lingers in my head after seeing that a decade ago was...

    Who would you marry, your Best Friend
    or Your Soulmate?


    Strangely, i havent figured out the answer yet. Because for me the questions that should be before it or follow it is..

    Who is Your Best Friend? Who is Your Soulmate?

    ----
    note: now im thinking if posting this is a good idea. Anyway, its long and i dont think anybody would really read me.(hmm.. or is there? *.*)

    Tuesday, August 23, 2005

    a twisted reflection




    how bizare
    do we find ourselves
    ticking like a bomb

    how shaking
    do we come to terms
    of facing what lies infront

    a cicle
    gone up in dark flames
    in the hands or our own mischief

    do we need
    to end a beginning
    we didnt even start?

    can no one
    break your dreadful chain
    as we weave our own tracks?

    have we not
    the choice to be free
    or we just choose not to be?

    -----
    note: i feel that my previous illo for the same theme was abit off the topic or i was conveying another meaning of "reflection". and since i have much time at home today i was playing around with my webcam and made random shots. with the help of some weird creativity and the new picasa (which i find as a very handy tool alternative to photoshop, since i havent installed one yet) playing with some colors, i created an illo which cries for the term "reflection".

    Maybe this reflects one side of the pent up emotions of my twisted world. i know i should make an "illustration" but heck, i was just making the most out of what programs i have on my PC.

    And btw, the poem is for my cousin Tino, who i see myself sometimes, when i was that age.

    Sunday, August 21, 2005

    Illo Friday: Reflection




    Oh Goddesses and Gods, that purple night

    How soft the couch! And we, embracing tight;

    With every wandering kiss our souls would meet!

    Farewell all mortal woes, to die were sweet


    - Petronius Arbiter

    -----
    note: I am currently looking for the orig Latin version of this line from the satire Satyricon, because somebody apparently forgot to give it to me. First time I read these lines, what came unto mind was Michealangelo's Pieta. Strangely, there is a satire in this version that I made as well..

    The Significance: Reflection.. (soon as I place the Latin version) it mirrors two different worlds understanding one thought, one philosophy. And no barrier, not even time, can pull them apart.

    Saturday, August 20, 2005

    Illo Friday: Wisdom


    The Light of Wisdom

    David Hume's principle, "one contradictory phenomenon" -- the infamous missing shade of blue. Hume asks us to consider "a person to have enjoyed his sight for thirty years, and to have become perfectly well acquainted with colours of all kinds, except one particular shade of blue..."

    "Let all the different shades of that colour,
    except that single one, be plac'd before him,
    descending gradually from the deepest to the lightest;
    ‘tis plain, that he will perceive a blank,
    where that shade is wanting, and will be sensible,
    that there is a greater distance in that place,
    between the contiguous colours, than in any other."


    Although his philosophy of empiricism views that experience, especially of the senses, is the only source of knowledge and relies solely on practical experience, might seem contrary to his "missing shade of blue".

    Looking at these, is it possible for a man, from his own imagination, to know this shade ever existed, and come up with the idea of that particular missing shade? Even if it had never been conveyed to him by his senses?

    There might be few who will say that he can. And this may serve as a proof, that the simple ideas are not always derived from the correspondent impressions. Although the instance, or feeling, is so particular that this scarce captures our attention, and does not count that for it alone, we should alter our general view of things.

    This is also to say that in relation to life in general, without ever experiencing a particular feeling, do we say that it is not possible to occur in others? Or in the long run occur or happen to ourselves even? How can one know or understand a particular feeling without ever even feeling it for themselves?

    To put it in the simplest form, How will you say that touching a candle's light with a finger hurts when you havent even tried to touch a candle's light? Well, just a thought...

    -----
    note: indeed a late entry this time. But this is my Wisdom illo contribution on which was the theme last week. Maybe its just lack of wisdom at the time. hehe...

    Saturday, August 13, 2005

    the sun catcher

    and we move about
    in our own circles
    mapping the paces
    of empty steps

    but in catching the sun
    the clutches of its eye
    stares deep
    penetrating my rationality
    stitching the venom
    which I could take
    as I bleed in vain

    like a flame candle
    hopping upon the wick
    sizzled.
    dazzled.
    then razed in straight lines

    spending echoes of black flame
    a shadow of burning thoughts
    crisped lighting the air
    like an ice pick
    blending in the background
    it pierces.
    it lingers.

    it is the hue of its flavor
    it is the fogging presence
    that fade and flourish
    it is a chameleon of essences
    that hypnotizes
       the foolish
       the brave.

    so like the heroin
    who ate lightning
    and crave for thunder
    I open up
    taking nourishment
    on every stabbing step
    appearing nearer
    but getting farther.

    will I ever touch the sky
    where the paces of your stare
    have walked upon;
    have wandered?

    Thursday, August 11, 2005

    Illo Friday: Empty

    with open eyes.. everything is empty...




    closing them makes no difference...




    ..i need to see you...

    -----
    note: i almost thought of not making an illo this week but i can't let pass the topic. and when i started making one i just cant stop making the series.
    i know this comes late for the week.. actualy posted this minutes before IF announce a new theme. i just cant decide on the colors...

    *.*

    Wednesday, August 03, 2005

    No Crossroads



        going back now
        but not back too soon
        i thought i made a road leading
        but it instead will shun me
        as i stop my steps from counting.

        going back now
        to notions i laid down
        i thought dreams were to be halted
        but as new days come - be rising
        i wont falter.

        teach me to edify my captive soul
        as i get pulled downwards
        in your staircases i may dwell
        to linger the silvery tune
        to cure that unbroken spell.

        going back now
        and going back for good
        as i build new roads
        to once again be unstained;
        to once again be free.


    -----
    note: possessed by the half-asleep consciousness of the sunrise
    and having heard the quote of Nietzsche:
    "what doesnt kill me can only make me stronger"...







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