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The Awakening
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Jan 16, 2012 4:55 am
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There was a time when I was in love with you
When I was bold and brave,
And across the miles that wonder grew
How well I did behave.
But as that enchantment passed me by
There is nothing that will remain,
And forever and ever they'll say that I
Have, at last, become myself once again.
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My Only Gift
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Jan 12, 2012 7:50 am
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Words are my only gift for you at the moment.
I cannot give you jewels or gold.
I cannot feed you, nor quench your thirst
When you are sad or lonely.
Nor can I hold you, or dry your tears.
I cannot give you perfumes to make your senses swim,
Nor the sweet sampagita to make you smile,
Nor fine silks to adorn your body.
My voice, though tuneful in its way,
Cannot soothe you to sleep from afar.
All I have are my thoughts
And how I express them...
So, I craft them, as best I can.
My words are the only gift I have for you...
I hope you like them.
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Be the One
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Jan 8, 2012 10:52 am
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One so strong, to hold me tight
One so soft, all through the night
One whose curves will fit just right.
One who loves without holding back
One whose dreams won't fall through the crack.
One who's careful, cunning, and wild
One whose eyes go way beyond mild.
One who sits quietly as the birds sing
And drinks-in the moonlight while the herons take wing.
One whose wisdom far exceeds mine
One whose soul is not hindered by time.
One who makes me feel all fuzzy inside...
On a cold winter's eve, when there's no place to hide.
Be the one!!
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As I Text You
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Jul 2, 2011 7:10 pm
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Inside each box are words,
And inside each word is a puzzle.
Each is an attempt to tell a complex story
In a small space...
...minimal text, maximum meaning.
That is the goal.
That is what is intended.
In the absence of music,
Of photos, of gestures,
There are only words,
Placed onto a blank screen,
Specific, carefully chosen and hopefully...
...discrete
Too much love goes unspoken.
The rest is whispered, with careful deliberation.
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Your Words Say A Lot
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Jul 2, 2011 10:22 am
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Say what you think,
Your words are your thoughts
Made visible and clear to others.
If your words are your dreams, brought to light,
You are sharing your subconscious with the world.
If you share hatred,
Your bile will spread around you as well.
Whatever your words are,
If you speak them, if you post them,
If you write them, paint them, sing them, or sign them,
Let them be yours.
Because to me, they are already you .
Be one with your words,
Speak your mind (and your heart),
But, do not shy away from their waves or the echos.
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The King of Fruits
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Jul 1, 2011 8:59 am
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This a true story and one I'll remember forever! Maybe you can relate.
I can still remember my first encounter, long ago, with the king of fruits. I had recently arrived in the Phils and was visiting in a small barrio with several of my Pinoy cohorts...one had family there. It was a hot and humid mid-afternoon and we were all sitting around drinking a variety of beer and spirits, snacking on pulutan, and telling stories and laughing loudly. The women were nearby and occupied doing the laundry in large tin pans near a single water faucet.
I admit that I was having a good time and feeling no pain. One of the guys decided to put me through an "initiation" or some kind of family tradition. I was game for anything at that point. I had to put on a blindfold and they put scented cotton balls or cloth or something in my nose. Then they passed around a plate of "food?" for me to eat. It was delicious. I remember it had a custard-like consistency that tantalized my taste buds with its delicate combination of sweet flavors (I seem to recall banana) with just a hint of garlic.
After I had finished eating a healthy portion of the sweet fruit, they removed my blindfold. I noticed that the women had now joined the men in standing around me. It was then that they removed the plugs from my nose. Instantly, I was engulfed with the most putrid of odors I had ever encountered in my life...like a combination of rotting meat and a dirty diaper. Everyone burst out laughing...hahaha, the joke was on me. Needless to say, I gagged, up-chucked everything I had to eat that day, and remained sick for the remainder of the evening.
The "king of fruit", as they called it, was durian. I guess it is considered it a delicacy. But I tell you, the smell is bad, really bad, and hard to get rid of...soap and water doesn't help much and mouthwash and toothpaste are only temporary fixes for the breath. It must be a taste that you have to be born with...I can't imagine acquiring a taste for it.
I later learned that some localities have outlawed durian from public transportation, hotels, and even rental cars because of the amazingly pungent and repulsive odor.
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Lost In Thought...Again!
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Jun 30, 2011 10:32 am
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I want to share a few things with you. Just some bright things that maybe you can relate to and hopefully make your day a bit happier. Just some things that randomly passed through my head as I was sitting mindlessly on the veranda this morning (sipping my black coffee, mind you...haha.) Things that pertain not necessarily to anyone or to any event in particular...just musings.
I had a friend.
With her, I felt myself immortal.
With her, I felt happiness.
With her, I felt joy.
But it's not a great thing just because she was my friend. For friendship in itself does nothing - but friendship makes it possible to do things that just leave everything else in the shadow.
She had helped me up from the swamps of sorrow,
and helped me to stand where I am,
Helped me to get myself to climb up to the ledge
when I couldn't find the foothold.
There is no greater thing in the world than to share the joy and share the grief.
There is no greater thing in the world than to give a nice warm hug to someone who truly deserves it, no matter the distance bteween.
There is no greater thing in the world than to weep the sadness away, knowing at least someone cares.
In short, there are no greater things in this whole big world than friendship and love.
Without her, I feel fear. Not fear of being alone, but fear that I can't feel.
For what use is a feeling if there is no one there to share it with?
It is no use to win a competition if you're the only contestant - and a loss of everything is the end of everything.
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No Sugar Tonite In My Coffee...
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Jun 29, 2011 8:44 pm
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The only time I ever drink a lot of coffee is when I plan on spending a long night at Denny's or Page's with my friends where I can enjoy an endless amount of coffee. So when I first started going there I'd use half a packet of sugar and one creamer cup (I found this to be the perfect ratio of coffee to creamer and sugar), and all would be well. That is until I drank about 1/3 of my cup, and the waitress would come around to fill it up again. And, much to my dismay, I would discover that the added coffee had destroyed the delicate balance of coffee, creamer, and sugar.
So I would sit there and think to myself..."I had 2/3 of a cup remaining when she came to refill the cup. How much creamer and sugar would I need to regain the balance I had lost?" I could usually not answer this question since the math confused me, so I would just spend the next 5 minutes mixing in small amounts of the additives until I found a relatively good semblance of what I desired. This sort of thing happened countless times over the course of my stay. I finally decided that the coffee gods where trying to tell me something. It was time to go black, because when you went black there were no ratios to worry about, and life became much simpler. Simpler, that is, once I got used to the taste.
I really have to get a hobby.
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Just Musing to Amuse Me
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Jun 29, 2011 7:33 pm
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Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence.
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny.
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up, but use the chance
To return to innocence.
That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence.
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