Shoulder Dance Moves

Here comes the dancing King!
Sliding  his way to the dance floor
Making a grand entrance
With smoke and matching lights
It was simple explosive
 
Stretching the imagination’s reach
Leaving heavy loads behind
Producing gracefull twists and turns
The audience applauded
But they wouldn’t really matter
 
The king was doing his own thing
His own moves
In his own world
He was like starting the wildiest fire
Or opening the biggest Super show
 
Then all his sweat and inhibitions fell
Tired knees begun to collect it’s toll
He started to wonder if he can still continue
Or will reality be our next sad dish to eat
It’s just heaven consuming this energy 
 
This is life
It is only…
A set of moments, a set of shoulder-dance-moves
Fragments of a bigger picture
Steps of another dance song
A happy one until the next
 
I’m happy now .
 
 

Can of Worms

What to write
I face a question
I face the paper
With my direction
I am groping
Floating like a dead leaf
Commanding my own weather
Opening a can of worms for myself
Feeding the hungry tablet
Of nonsense blues
With obscure reasons to follow
Has the night been lonelier?
I ask soullessly
As care was scarce
And electric emotions are currently numb
What to write?
All this talks of consumption
And better offers
What more to lose?
How many years have I left?
Periodical nature
Aged youth
Prayers to gods
Wishing bells
Troubled feelings
Blessed well
Worldly truths
I’m in hell
Expensive care
Elusive bliss
Maybe tomorrow
Death by samurai

Waiting Restaurant

Dec. 14, 2007 

Rushing while waiting

That’s how life seems

When your sitting and running in your head

The movements are arranged

In a chaotic mode

Until the drinks are finally served

I couldn’t take a sip just yet

Til my order is done cooking

It’s a personal thing

A form of prayer-before-meal  not everyone practices

When suddenly a showcase of cakes passes by

While you think of “leche plan”

Then someMEthing comes daunting

Waiting to rush

    -Is a phenomenon nobody cares but everybody worries

If only there is magic in between…

Perhaps like my wife done shopping already

Conversation of two famous personalities Dedicated to John Dash Nov 24, 2007 *

John: 

Of all the years I’ve been singing on stage

 All I wanted to do is to finally find you among the crowd

To rest my voice and be home

And yes!

 I made wrong decisions before

Ending up with the wrong people

Relationships that just went “crash and burn”

Marks of my hardships

I consider them sweetest still, knowing they are all leading to you

Now I have found you

I will give up everything just to keep you stay

Miss Personality:

Of all the years that

I have played my role

I gave up thinking of myself

Lost it in the transit

Lost in the crowd where you found me

I belong to what the people wants

To what my mom wants-my family’s needs

The years made me cold, you know how much

I appreciate your sweetness

It was my only spec of warmth

You are my shelter that

I didn’t have to use

Life is better hard sometimes

Times with you

But I wouldn’t be fair

I belong to someone else already

John: 

I know weve been together not too long

But it is already like forever

I’ve never felt these troubles before

Matter of the mature heart

 It was a matter of YOU

We can do this, we can work this out

I am at my best now

Fight with me 

Let’s fight for something that makes you feel

Most real Like what we have

……….long pause ……………….

 If you say NO… then please

Please tell me you hate me.. Show no mercy

Miss Personality:

Oh John Please help me survive this hammering

I have lived too long to know

About love songs and broken hearts

And I am breaking right now

More than you can imagine

I’ve been to too many empty cries already

But thank you and I’m sorry

 Sorry you loved a pathetic heart that fell for your foolish face

And deep comforting songs 

John: 

Can we even try? 

Hug me and kiss me one more time, please tell me… 

Miss Personality: 

The smell of cold beer and good friends

Should help you…and me

 We will get over this

 I will miss you

Please don’t call me anymore .

Tambayan is lonely tonight

Nov. 2, 2007

  

Tambayan is lonely tonight

Maybe your care would count

Slouching in the pale half moon

With its twigs telling faded stories

The distant promises to be there when needed

All the colors was once composed

The happy green change

Was like a magical shade to our past

I can only watch and wish

They no longer real

 

Tambayan is lonely tonight

The laughter’s are more distant

The warm comfort of homey-feeling

Only the empty benches remain

The beautiful people has moved on

Leaving you with their names still buried

Their oath scratched on your bark

Weathered soil that erased your prints

But not your contribution to the book of times

 

Tambayan is lonely tonight

But we can bring back the life

Today you are there

And I may be alone here

Forgive me

I am missing sorrowfully wrong

Hope that’s alright

Like the first pain that you felt

Some things are just hard to get over

        

Punch Out

 Oct 4 2007

The pleasure of pressing the log out button

Has always been something to look forward to

Like Home

Daylight waits

Behind the door where you put and press your finger in

I don’t care if I don’t have shades to protect my burning eyes

The sun is comparable to love

You need its light and its heat

Just don’t stare

Or it can blind

If stress is considered a sickness

I don’t really mind being infected

Between the fake smiles and compromise

Meeting deadlines or otherwise

All is to achieve the beauty of the point of our lives

If it happens that we touch elbows on our way

Please excuse me

I just need to squeeze in to door of freedom

I’m already out

Out to work for another day.

 

It all started here…

I’m startled awake by the winds

Whispering empty promises of tomorrow

I’ve fallen asleep again counting the blue stars

Not knowing when or how I’ll see you again

 

The dewdrops are forming crystals

On the cold sheets of shiny steel surrounding me

If you only know half of what I really feel

There’d be no need for me to dream anymore

 

*Maybe to you I’m just a fleeting shadow

Cast upon your illuminated world

But with you,the rest of my world turns into oblivion

That should count for something, shouldn’t it?

 

I’ve struggled to keep from falling

Down the dark abyss of your sad soul-searching eyes

I told myself it’s not right, it’s impossible

And as the stars fade, I still don’t know what to do

 

Today, I tell myself I’m forgetting you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It all started here

(Anonymous,dated around 5 years ago,2003)

 

Letter to myself when I left her

August 14, 2007

 

Last night I had a longer-than-normal dream

I couldn’t grasps the whole picture

I couldn’t hold it’s meaning

I could only see the bright lights that hurt

Equally piercing with our memories

I am restless I know

But more so in my dreams

 

I don’t know where to go to ask for advice

I’m afraid I’d be a fool

I don’t know if I still have the strength to resist

I am almost sure I don’t want to give in

I don’t want to see myself begging again

 

You cheated, I’m betrayed

You’re forgiven, but I’m still hurting

You’re free and I’m still in love

And I don’t know what to hope from it

 

For years I have only sewn the wrong holes

The hollow smiles are now harder sculpt

I have drowned myself with the scars of my own battles

Truth is a strong but worthy opponent

I have faced it with honor

The last strand of my defense

You’ve conquered it still

I can only hide myself too deep and too dark

 

And yes I am happy still

This is my triumph

This is my acceptance

How far can one go to hide from his own heart anyway?

 

My greatest treasuresSugatIts a cliché see people marking tattoo of names of their lovers
But no matter what, I will always be amazed of the power
Of Love and Madness.

What did we have?

One time, in my everyday sleep-struggle, a picture of your blood-scratched wrist, discomposed my peace
I was hunted by guilt, for your mother to see you during dinner.
As she always knew when we had a fight or you having your moods.

Your mom, you, me and my dead brother as well… and maybe most of us.
Perhaps we share something always hard to explain or accept.

Pain would not be the exact term but that’s the closest word the sane world can get.

I’m afraid forgetting is remedy or easy.
Same with my self-righteousness.

I have to learn to respect the dark side of me.
For now I have control of my losings.

I will always be proud to tell my son.

My best memory of LOVE is not in the many times I was asking for it,
But in the One time I gave it up.

Mindspen
07/17/07

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