his very first silence: en echo of an unheard lie
from a birthday party. a party where everybody was made happy.
where everybody came home, in one way or another, with a bounty.
he was giving away his own won prizes. he knows now how to remember.
he knows now whom to remember. his favorite is not whinnie but tigger.
once, i had been very agile and coordinated yet forever goofy in character.
my favorite is donald duck but i associated myself to that talking dog better.
a big, big laughing smile, take a look at what he handed to his very own father.
why? would you not pick too what you yourself prefer to give to the receiver.
to his beloved uncle, my beloved brother, he gave his only other key chain tigger.
oh that other dog that cannot talk but still funny
Ah, Pluto, well, Pluto is Hades and Hades is agony
Don't worry don't worry he is still very happy
Oh and why the hell not? He is still in Disney!
so now then i will have to go on on another matter
from the back of a battery, pick just one character
mickey or goofy, another set of a twinned partner
the mouse or the dog, there was no loser nor winner
what had been left behind, my own preferred sticker
ah life is sweet.
i love this life.
dualities. cyclical nature, cyclic path
altered perceptions. untiwisted twisted logic
is this another world or just another rambling
are these just released drafted posts or
real confessions. well, this is the world i create for you.
a world of thruths as had been presented by me
a world of truths as to be accepted by you
welcome to my world
welcome to your world
to the world i have created just for you
Friday, January 26, 2007
fourteen hours down memory lane .
silence...
roads, names, places in my time. songs. messages from distant worlds. entriess from four journals, no five.
there were only three itineraries for the day: pick up my fifth heart from the light of the world;
pick up new things that can be had for my life; pick up and bring back things in the past so that my life transfer to a new home.
here. now. my fifth heart and i took a very short drive home. a gift of yugi-yo cards. the exchange of gift by hearts. a treasure for a treasure. as i had wanted it to be. first itinerary accomplished.
a drive thru. a phone call. a request to call a bank. a character in a movie. the dentist's mother. a person without faith on her son. an sms msg. near greenbelt not at greenbelt.
traveled edsa near guadalupe. an exchange of sms msgs. a person who brought me pain many a times is the one still faithless in me. a song in my head a whiter shade of pale. i confirmed my blind faith on another. my heart was torn. edsa, the highway where, i, for now, parted ways with a friend i have slain in the heart. a fourth heart once turned away to save from myself. and, now, again.
cubao. near alimall, a former home unacknowledged. two banks, no three. the first a grade school account transferred here. a short-life saving long ago closed and a revived business account invested by the foot of a distant mountain. an sms msg. a msg form tinkerbell to "peter". the second and third banks a gateway to a painful dark corner of my past - a memory of a strayed cat i once cared for and loved in an unacknowledged home. a second heart.
e. rod. ave. st. lukes. st. lukis-lukis. banawe a route to a school. espana chilhood labors as a delivery "man". helen still so faraway from troy. yet faraway from my sunrise.
another name for UDMC? a strange beautiful melody and Yvilines of St.Forget .traveled the streets of my childhood. mts. mayon and kanlaon. a story of a school and a church of our lady. six-am daily masses. an innocent blind faith. an early rite of passage.
thinking of aquariums- cylindrical glass pillars. broken memories of broken glasses. through another song by annie lenox i walk. a lamentful passage from the Book of Job. First heart. Transported back to a forgotten dimension. Araneta Ave, Astral Bldg. Located infront of Funeraria Nacional . I stared death blindly in the face. My hell-hole home. The first and third embraced while dancing on my already trampled heart. The flight of the hatched monsters. The twin names of one serpent. head swallowed tail to stay as one as one being is split in half. the ascent of abaddon from his hell-hole.
a line from a very funny movie - memories bring pain. to forget is a blessing - Two happy songs: Kung-Fu fighting; Do the Hustle. There was in the first but i came to do the second.
crafts and and brick a bracks. glass pillars sighted but smaller. walked passed by all of them humming tunes. candle holders. then a song in my head, autumn leaves. somewhere in a glass articles shop a tinkling of bells. more autumn leaves. bowls of designs. a bowl in violet. a twin of twin geckos with twin tails. a world of duality. dualities within dualities within dualities. an exponential jargon of the universe. a dichotomy of thoughts. a small treasure chest sits on a bigger one. a deliberation on mirror mosaic set on a white door with rusty hinges. hagglings. a phone call. no deal.
gold stars, moons and suns on a blue field. tiles and plates . . .
TBC
fourteen hours down memory lane
a lifetime journey, a very short trip
the story of my soul told by my heart
a story told to no one but to my life
to you
to me
this is my world
a world i create just for you
for you and i are one
for you and i are the same
for there is no you and i
because there is no you and i
because here
there is no you
and here
there is no i
roads, names, places in my time. songs. messages from distant worlds. entriess from four journals, no five.
there were only three itineraries for the day: pick up my fifth heart from the light of the world;
pick up new things that can be had for my life; pick up and bring back things in the past so that my life transfer to a new home.
here. now. my fifth heart and i took a very short drive home. a gift of yugi-yo cards. the exchange of gift by hearts. a treasure for a treasure. as i had wanted it to be. first itinerary accomplished.
a drive thru. a phone call. a request to call a bank. a character in a movie. the dentist's mother. a person without faith on her son. an sms msg. near greenbelt not at greenbelt.
traveled edsa near guadalupe. an exchange of sms msgs. a person who brought me pain many a times is the one still faithless in me. a song in my head a whiter shade of pale. i confirmed my blind faith on another. my heart was torn. edsa, the highway where, i, for now, parted ways with a friend i have slain in the heart. a fourth heart once turned away to save from myself. and, now, again.
cubao. near alimall, a former home unacknowledged. two banks, no three. the first a grade school account transferred here. a short-life saving long ago closed and a revived business account invested by the foot of a distant mountain. an sms msg. a msg form tinkerbell to "peter". the second and third banks a gateway to a painful dark corner of my past - a memory of a strayed cat i once cared for and loved in an unacknowledged home. a second heart.
e. rod. ave. st. lukes. st. lukis-lukis. banawe a route to a school. espana chilhood labors as a delivery "man". helen still so faraway from troy. yet faraway from my sunrise.
another name for UDMC? a strange beautiful melody and Yvilines of St.Forget .traveled the streets of my childhood. mts. mayon and kanlaon. a story of a school and a church of our lady. six-am daily masses. an innocent blind faith. an early rite of passage.
thinking of aquariums- cylindrical glass pillars. broken memories of broken glasses. through another song by annie lenox i walk. a lamentful passage from the Book of Job. First heart. Transported back to a forgotten dimension. Araneta Ave, Astral Bldg. Located infront of Funeraria Nacional . I stared death blindly in the face. My hell-hole home. The first and third embraced while dancing on my already trampled heart. The flight of the hatched monsters. The twin names of one serpent. head swallowed tail to stay as one as one being is split in half. the ascent of abaddon from his hell-hole.
a line from a very funny movie - memories bring pain. to forget is a blessing - Two happy songs: Kung-Fu fighting; Do the Hustle. There was in the first but i came to do the second.
crafts and and brick a bracks. glass pillars sighted but smaller. walked passed by all of them humming tunes. candle holders. then a song in my head, autumn leaves. somewhere in a glass articles shop a tinkling of bells. more autumn leaves. bowls of designs. a bowl in violet. a twin of twin geckos with twin tails. a world of duality. dualities within dualities within dualities. an exponential jargon of the universe. a dichotomy of thoughts. a small treasure chest sits on a bigger one. a deliberation on mirror mosaic set on a white door with rusty hinges. hagglings. a phone call. no deal.
gold stars, moons and suns on a blue field. tiles and plates . . .
TBC
fourteen hours down memory lane
a lifetime journey, a very short trip
the story of my soul told by my heart
a story told to no one but to my life
to you
to me
this is my world
a world i create just for you
for you and i are one
for you and i are the same
for there is no you and i
because there is no you and i
because here
there is no you
and here
there is no i
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