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In a glance,
A thousand things I have seen,
A thousand emotions I have felt.

In a moment,
Realized I have always been embraced truly,
Knew I have been luckier than a budding rose.

In a lifetime,
Never will there be doubts raised,
Never will I leave this joyous state.

(2004)

Frosted

Sometimes, it's more beneficial if you don't see all of what's inside,
Sometimes it's better if you can't see through.
The glazed pair of eyes that doesn't reveal the soul,
The empty stretch of a smile that gives a person his fake glow.
But just like frosted glass, you can't clearly see yet you can indeed tell,
And just like frosted glass, what's underneath has never been revealed so well.

(November 20, 2003)

When Things Fall

When things fall

like dreams shatter

breaking your heart

in silence and hunger

In simple ends

thru complicated measures

in happiness sublime

thru continuous torture

When things fall

like they never should be

you’re stuck in the muck

and nobody can see

The joint of your soul

comforting and emphatic

even it cannot free

cyclic craziness so erratic

When things fall

that you clutch for hope

in an unseen salvation

where do you grasp?

   how do you cope?

And things will fall

they always will, you’ll see

breaking your heart again

in chaotic symphony

--and the joint of your soul

still comforting and emphatic

will forever never free,

   even it cannot flee

cyclic craziness so erratic.

(15 October 2006, 11PM)

Scenes from Boracay Trip, April 2015

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Photo by TP

Photo by TP

On Lost Poems

I don’t think I’m trying my best.

Yet I tried so hard to remember them.

They are presently lost in an ocean

of memories, thoughts and emotions.

I knew I know them, for I’m their creator,

But I guess those created out of

extreme emotions happen at their own moments.

This is not their moment.

'Tis a chance of a brand new creation to evolve

and fill the extreme emptiness inside of me.

The extreme longing that’s been eating my soul away.

Trying so hard is not trying your best.

But trying your best doesn’t guarantee success.

(2006, in memory of lost and partially forgotten creations)

Stained glass window

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Halo-halo de Iloko's stained glass window

An Ode

The hell of my agony strikes,
Pure angst teaches reason in cold keys.

(from 2003)

Scenes from US Trip, December 2014

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greens

stone

fall

bougainvillea