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Monday, April 11, 2011

That, was great, er...am...what's the name again? Oh.

On and on, the big machine called life turns its cogs, and who knows who you’ll rub gears with at the time? There are no guarantees you’d meet the same gear in the next season of revolutions. Yep, the one you argued with, fought with, threw curses at, cursed, cursed you in return, called you names, thanked you, praised you, loved you, hated you, borrowed your pants, loaned you, paid in half, paid in full, never paid, drove you mad, broke your nose- which makes us think, if we are to be remembered how would we want it to be?

The point is not the pursuit towards positive self image, but in making every conversation count, every contact and relationship true. When we are dragged anytime at any tribunal, we answer confidently – Yeah, I reached out, I was true, I was genuinely interested with your story (for the 131st time) , your joys, your pains. You were not a mere number when I shook your hands, you are – what’s your name again?

Some discovery, this is.

Yeah.

Spend time and energy with relationships.

Its best spent with living entities.

There is a glaring lack when, we may have perfected the cure for the common cold, or nailed Mozart, that dance floor flare, Quirino’s winning piece, only to find out there is no one to share it with except with the familiar face in the mirror.

I have rehearsed this a couple of times MYSELF ,  and using MY skills and perseverance, finally accomplished it. I,  would like to share this act to MYSELF, and I hope I like it. 

Downright silly.


Please don’t rush next time you shake hands. Those hands may be the pair that may give your next meal in the decent future. 

Just as we face our Creator in our inner cathedrals, take time to gaze in the absolute beauty that is a Person – the face that comes as either judge or savior. It’s a personal knowing we are called to by a very personal God, as He is not just some remote cosmic booming voice in 5.1 surround.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The Great Divide

The great divide, 
The very ones that love from the outside
Are the ones that seem to divide

Tearing up matters
By way of color
And tongue
And blanket acceptance
Of whatever that
Arrives on the shores
And in ecstatic joy,
trample
the growing
the thriving, the struggling


In search of a voice
Some perish
Some lift up their hands
In exasperation
Because towers aren’t built
Overnight
And masterpieces
May require a lifetime

Some of us
May make it
Some may not
As it continues to grow wide
That great Divide.


3-2-11

Friday, January 14, 2011

Orange


Orange
Is brighter than red
But sadder than yellow
Sweeter than lemon
More filled than hollow
Peeled when ripe
Cut with a knife
Sunny side up today
Scrambled tomorrow
Like a light bulb dying
From blinding
To mellow
Orange.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Freeform #1

Subjects lie to waste
For these are never worthy
To be called subjects
By the beholder

Gossip is juicier
They fill the lips
With nectars of hate
And sweetness which
Turns bitter inside out

It should be
Better
if they come
In tetra packs.

Superdogs


They fly
Paws lifted from the ground
Tongues dried 
By the wind

They scorch
In the sun
To cure the itch
Sleep in the ditch

And dig the hole
To uncover
Or cover
Whichever it may be
Whatever there is

And in doing so
Are rewarded
With a pat in the head
A bone
And called super

11-15-2010
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