for S,
How I wish I knew how to quit you...
Friday, March 10, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Pain is my middle name...
Reaping Pain in Winter
Remember Cafe Amber, and our first order
of brewed coffee and chocolate cake.
We savored every drop of coffee
like it was the sweat of our desire.
I felt the chocolate crawling inside
my mouth as your lips touch my nape.
Recall the lines from your favorite poems
and how we made love through words.
The rhythm from my tongue caresses your
innocence that lay in the whiteness of my pillow.
Your moan resonates in the room
like rhymes from your intensity to my gravity.
"But the leaves
have abandoned the trees."
Lines from the last poem you read
to me three years have passed.
Both of us adored Danton's poems.
You said, "It is not everyday that
we encounter such fine poems
and visions of love."
We found reality in his poetry.
And you left, as the leaves fall
from the boughs of my tree.
The tree survived winter, alone.
I found you in this room, white as snow.
Memories of how innocent you were
when we first met linger on my mind
and of how my coffee stained you.
Why do I always fall for young boys?
Cancer brought you here.
The cruelty of destiny flows from
your four chambers to my blood streams.
I can't stop the deluge with my
clammy hands. Only tears are groping
for hope, that one day you will read
to me again the passage of our
forbidden affair.
The most irresistible love
is the love you can't have.
Remember Cafe Amber, and our first order
of brewed coffee and chocolate cake.
We savored every drop of coffee
like it was the sweat of our desire.
I felt the chocolate crawling inside
my mouth as your lips touch my nape.
Recall the lines from your favorite poems
and how we made love through words.
The rhythm from my tongue caresses your
innocence that lay in the whiteness of my pillow.
Your moan resonates in the room
like rhymes from your intensity to my gravity.
"But the leaves
have abandoned the trees."
Lines from the last poem you read
to me three years have passed.
Both of us adored Danton's poems.
You said, "It is not everyday that
we encounter such fine poems
and visions of love."
We found reality in his poetry.
And you left, as the leaves fall
from the boughs of my tree.
The tree survived winter, alone.
I found you in this room, white as snow.
Memories of how innocent you were
when we first met linger on my mind
and of how my coffee stained you.
Why do I always fall for young boys?
Cancer brought you here.
The cruelty of destiny flows from
your four chambers to my blood streams.
I can't stop the deluge with my
clammy hands. Only tears are groping
for hope, that one day you will read
to me again the passage of our
forbidden affair.
The most irresistible love
is the love you can't have.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Felicitations for Felicity!
The movie one should not miss! This movie will move the viewers into a higher level of understanding the diversity of human sexuality. Felicity's acting is sincere, superb and subtle. Hope she'll take home an Oscar.
He didn't...
Unfortunately, David sang his last song on Idol last night, but I still believe in his talent.Simon is definitely wrong when he said that David has no charm! Look at his smile!
Friday, March 03, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
no reply...
i have decided to...
Summer's thunder
lighting up the sky
oh heat thick
as desire
Then suddenly the rain:
finally falling,
falling everywhere:
to let go, then,
to let go and to move on,
is the way it seems
to be. Bang the brum, baby.
--Danton Remoto
but...
Summer's thunder
lighting up the sky
oh heat thick
as desire
Then suddenly the rain:
finally falling,
falling everywhere:
to let go, then,
to let go and to move on,
is the way it seems
to be. Bang the brum, baby.
--Danton Remoto
but...
Friday, February 10, 2006
The winners are...
Record of the Year
--Bouolevard Of Broken Dreams
Green Day
Album of the Year
--How To Dismantle An Atomic
U2
Song of the Year
--Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own
U2
(U2 alos won 3 more awards)
New Artist of the Year
John Legend
Mariah Carey
--Best Female R&B Vocal Performance
--Best R&B Song (We Belong Together)
--Best Contemporary Album (The Emancipation of Mimi)
John Legend
3 awards
Kelly Clarkson
--Best Female Pop Vocal
--Best Pop Vocal Album
Thursday, February 09, 2006
from him...
Never lament on lost love,
my ally of the pen.
We no longer live in shame
on expression and
expression is our submission.
There's never a wasted ink
on poetry,
(my ally of the pen).
Your fantasy to taste the urgency
drove the sanity for
illusions. What you wrote
is also alive, breathing of
truth from fiction
It is a manic madness
to be seen as a fool.
The way you call it a talent
of sucking dry the
juices of glorified passion.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Am I?
I am yesterday's dust in the window
that tonight's rain washed away.
I am the gecko in the street lamp
chanting and hoping to cling on one's arm.
I am the tasteless bubble gum in your shoe
that went with you through the rough roads.
I am the deformed coin you dropped
in the wishing well while uttering your desire.
I am the last line of the song you heard
when you went out of the taxi.
I was the one who bruised
your chest but had the scar.
I am yesterday's dust in the window
that tonight's rain washed away.
I am the gecko in the street lamp
chanting and hoping to cling on one's arm.
I am the tasteless bubble gum in your shoe
that went with you through the rough roads.
I am the deformed coin you dropped
in the wishing well while uttering your desire.
I am the last line of the song you heard
when you went out of the taxi.
I was the one who bruised
your chest but had the scar.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Yesterday, a high school student approached me and said, "After reading your poem, I told my mom that I want to make this world a better place to live in, especially for those who are being persecuted and ostracized." I didn't know what to tell him. It took a while before I replied and said, "I also felt that way after reading Ladlad."
Allow me to thank everyone who made my little success possible...
First of all, to the Almighty Father for giving me strength, knowledge and wisdom. To mama and papa, thank you for understanding and loving your prodigal son. To Vincent, Nicole, Justin and the rest of the family, thank you for the support (however begrudgingly). To my three beautiful "sisters," Lorraine, Marianne, and Carla, thank you for making my college life exciting and fun! To Durgy, thank you for the trust and the encouragement. To my Masscom friends: Galee, Claire, Ken, Das, Donna, Candace, Ray and the rest of the gang, thank you for laughing at my jokes. To my Agape family, thank you for guiding me when I go astray. To my pals whom I haven't seen for along time: Christine, Honey, Brenda, Joy, June, Yangan and Neil, thank you for believing in what I can do (and I did). To Rose Jean, thank you for listening to my stories (I'm sorry I wasn't there when I know you needed me).
For GEN XY, we can get through this...
I would also like to thank my literary influences: Nick Joaquin, Krip Yuson, Sawi Aquino, Gemino Abad, Danton Remoto, J. Neil Garcia, Bobby Flores-Villasis, Ernesto Superal Yee, Angelo Saurez, Ian Casocot and Niccolo Vitug. Without your works I would not know how to write a poem.
Finally, for S, they said, "What we have lost may never be returned to us." I don't believe them...
About that high school student, that didn't really happen...
Allow me to thank everyone who made my little success possible...
First of all, to the Almighty Father for giving me strength, knowledge and wisdom. To mama and papa, thank you for understanding and loving your prodigal son. To Vincent, Nicole, Justin and the rest of the family, thank you for the support (however begrudgingly). To my three beautiful "sisters," Lorraine, Marianne, and Carla, thank you for making my college life exciting and fun! To Durgy, thank you for the trust and the encouragement. To my Masscom friends: Galee, Claire, Ken, Das, Donna, Candace, Ray and the rest of the gang, thank you for laughing at my jokes. To my Agape family, thank you for guiding me when I go astray. To my pals whom I haven't seen for along time: Christine, Honey, Brenda, Joy, June, Yangan and Neil, thank you for believing in what I can do (and I did). To Rose Jean, thank you for listening to my stories (I'm sorry I wasn't there when I know you needed me).
For GEN XY, we can get through this...
I would also like to thank my literary influences: Nick Joaquin, Krip Yuson, Sawi Aquino, Gemino Abad, Danton Remoto, J. Neil Garcia, Bobby Flores-Villasis, Ernesto Superal Yee, Angelo Saurez, Ian Casocot and Niccolo Vitug. Without your works I would not know how to write a poem.
Finally, for S, they said, "What we have lost may never be returned to us." I don't believe them...
About that high school student, that didn't really happen...
My winning piece...
3rd Place
STRAW Month Poetry Writing Contest
January 24, 2006
Trilogy of the Lost Lamb
i
Her lisome body floats in the midnight
sky. Raiding every borough they might
have been. She found him in the tabernacle,
lying in bed; reckoning the fury
of their idle talks. He should have spoken.
The night they spent at the newest pub
in town could have been the night
when the lost lamb was found.
ii
Two unknown paths swerving in the woods.
One should only take one. Only a fool
can do both. Serpents and pests await
the brave one. The true test of valor
is faith--not the absence of fear.
One road leads to the lost lamb
while the other could
make one the lost lamb.
iii
In this theater of war he will inhume
the remnants if his life--his bawdy
rituals and unheathly games. Memory
will remember this ceremony.
He's new, no swords only words.
He utters words that can save
her and her lisomeness
and the lamb in the wilderness.
STRAW Month Poetry Writing Contest
January 24, 2006
Trilogy of the Lost Lamb
i
Her lisome body floats in the midnight
sky. Raiding every borough they might
have been. She found him in the tabernacle,
lying in bed; reckoning the fury
of their idle talks. He should have spoken.
The night they spent at the newest pub
in town could have been the night
when the lost lamb was found.
ii
Two unknown paths swerving in the woods.
One should only take one. Only a fool
can do both. Serpents and pests await
the brave one. The true test of valor
is faith--not the absence of fear.
One road leads to the lost lamb
while the other could
make one the lost lamb.
iii
In this theater of war he will inhume
the remnants if his life--his bawdy
rituals and unheathly games. Memory
will remember this ceremony.
He's new, no swords only words.
He utters words that can save
her and her lisomeness
and the lamb in the wilderness.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
FREE TO BE ME
Quotes a gay can live by...
"The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and 362 admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn't mean that God doesn't love heterosexual. It's just that they need more supervision."
----Lynn Lavner
"Homosexuality is God's way of insuring that the truly gifted aren't burdened with children."
----Anonymous
"I don't think homosexuality is a choice. Society forces you to think that it's a choice, but in fact, it's in one's nature. The choice is whether one expresses one's nature truthfuly or spends the rest of one's life lying about it."
----Marlo Thomas
"Homosexuality in Russia is a crime and the punishment is seven years in prison, locked up with other men. There is a three year waiting list."
---Yakov Smirnoff
"A government that would deny a gay man the right to bridal registry is a fascist state."
----Margaret Cho
"There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it."
----Oscar Wilde
"The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and 362 admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn't mean that God doesn't love heterosexual. It's just that they need more supervision."
----Lynn Lavner
"Homosexuality is God's way of insuring that the truly gifted aren't burdened with children."
----Anonymous
"I don't think homosexuality is a choice. Society forces you to think that it's a choice, but in fact, it's in one's nature. The choice is whether one expresses one's nature truthfuly or spends the rest of one's life lying about it."
----Marlo Thomas
"Homosexuality in Russia is a crime and the punishment is seven years in prison, locked up with other men. There is a three year waiting list."
---Yakov Smirnoff
"A government that would deny a gay man the right to bridal registry is a fascist state."
----Margaret Cho
"There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it."
----Oscar Wilde
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Nobody saw him coming.
(Nights
when all I have
were just memories
of past love
that bruised my innocent
pleasure)
Nobody saw me grieving.
(Nights
when all I did
was crying
over a young love
that gave life
to my future)
Nobody saw him leaving.
(Nights
when you quenched
my insatiable
thirst for your
skin, sweat
and sin)
Nobody saw him eavesdropping.
He just left teardrops.
(for N)
(Nights
when all I have
were just memories
of past love
that bruised my innocent
pleasure)
Nobody saw me grieving.
(Nights
when all I did
was crying
over a young love
that gave life
to my future)
Nobody saw him leaving.
(Nights
when you quenched
my insatiable
thirst for your
skin, sweat
and sin)
Nobody saw him eavesdropping.
He just left teardrops.
(for N)
Monday, December 26, 2005
Spellbinding Siquijor
What comes into your mind when you hear the name “Siquijor”? If someone is asked this question he would likely answer: charms, magic formulas, voodoo dolls, love potions, sorcery and others. Unusual and paranormal, these things made Siquijor as one of the most popular tourists destinations in our country. Local and foreign tourists flock to the island in order to witness the supernatural events that are happening especially during the Lenten Season.
Isla del fuego. Siquijor is known to many as the Land of Fire. Before at night, when the sky has darkened and the bay waters have subsided, fireflies illuminate the environs. Afar, the island seems to be like a burning bush.
In order to get to the island a traveler can ride a fast craft or a pump boat. I decided to ride the pump boat because it’s cheaper and I will have a closer view of the sea. It is best to travel at dawn to avoid the huge, turbulent waves and to see the sun slowly creeping over the horizon. Peeping at the window in my seat, I paid attention on how our boat bravely sliced every single wave that comes along our way, creating white bubbles all over the area. Flock of birds catching their first meal for the day will surely entertain bored and sleepy travelers along the way. At a distance, I constantly take a glimpse of the silhouette of earth’s protrusion covered partly by clouds.
Finally, the hour and a half journey is over and she’s here. Right in front of me. The pristine emerald-green water, the powdery white sand and the swaying palms clinging to the ocean’s edge welcomed me to Isla del fuego.
Our boat docked at Siquijor the capital of the province of the same name. With the usual Filipino kindness and hospitality, the locals asked me where I’m heading and if I need a ride.
Timid yet amiable. Calm yet touching. Bucolic yet not silent. These were my first impressions of the island. Looking at her from where I’m standing, she is slowly deceiving me. She is opening my eyes to see the wonders that laze behind her. How I wish the city life were this tranquil.
As my eyes roamed around the island, I saw something familiar. A bell tower. It reminded me of the place I came from and indeed this island is one of those greatly influenced by the Spaniards.
Just a few meters away from the pier is where the bell tower is standing and beside it is a church. I decided to visit the church and I found out that it was constructed in the 1783 and the patron saint is St. Francis of Assisi. When I was staring at the walls of the church, I noticed something different, its walls are not grandiosely ornamented. Nevertheless, the church is worth a visit.
To start my day right, I went to Larena -- a 15-minute ride to the northern part of Siquijor by a multicab -- to have breakfast at a friend’s house. After savoring the meal and a bit of freshening up I rented a motorcycle and hired a driver to tour me around the island.
My next stop for the day is the municipality of Maria on the eastern part of the province. The journey to Maria was simply astounding. The sun was up, covered partly by clouds and without harsh heat. It was a clear day with stiff winds blowing; I must have spent all my efforts to capture the picturesque view of Siquijor Island from our vantagepoint. The vista of the mountainside was so enthralling that it held me to awe.
The rolling terrain that stretched toward the horizon was covered with lush floral area that brings to mind the images of an old movie. One of the most visited spots in Maria is the Salagdoong Beach Resort. There a traveler will find himself literally at land’s end where the eternal battle of the land and the sea is constantly being fought. The view of the waves splashing the rock formation at the edge of the island is a priceless vision.
After the scenic view in Salagdoong, I jaunt into the historical municipality of Lazi. There one can find the Lazi Convent that was constructed in 1884. It is the largest and on of the oldest, convent in Asia. The beautiful carvings in the staircase and the century old wood plates on the floor will surely capture the eyes of the travelers. Just in front of the Lazi Convent is the church of St. Isidore Labradore. Unfortunately, the convent is not being maintained and it is slowly dilapidating.
The next stop in trip is the town of San Juan. The town is home to stunning white sand beaches and friendly people. At a small restaurant beside the town’s plaza, I decided to drink coffee and take some snacks. Fortunately, the owner of the place, Aling Nene, is very friendly and very hospitable. She told me that the main attraction of the island is its people. She said that the people in Siquijor are friendly and loving. Aling Nene also added that there is a unique kind of hospitality the “Siquijorians” can offer. Before we ended the conversation she offered us her homemade torta- a local delicacy. Honestly, I enjoyed eating the cake-like dessert she offered.
Just in front of Aling Nene’s eatery, is a picturesque view of the white sand beach and the graceful waves kissing the edge of the sea. Afar, I can see a silhouette of the mountain ranges of Mindanao resting in the ocean and cloaked in the clouds.
With this magnificent vista just in front of me, I can’t stop from contemplating on the beautiful things that I have seen in this island. For me, Isla del fuego is a young lady dressed in a black ball gown. She wearing an ugly mask similar to the face of a wicked woman. She is seated in the corner of the room waiting for someone to offer her a dance and to remove her mask and reveal her true identity.
It is when you take off the mask that you can see the totality of one’s beauty.
What comes into your mind when you hear the name “Siquijor”? If someone is asked this question he would likely answer: charms, magic formulas, voodoo dolls, love potions, sorcery and others. Unusual and paranormal, these things made Siquijor as one of the most popular tourists destinations in our country. Local and foreign tourists flock to the island in order to witness the supernatural events that are happening especially during the Lenten Season.
Isla del fuego. Siquijor is known to many as the Land of Fire. Before at night, when the sky has darkened and the bay waters have subsided, fireflies illuminate the environs. Afar, the island seems to be like a burning bush.
In order to get to the island a traveler can ride a fast craft or a pump boat. I decided to ride the pump boat because it’s cheaper and I will have a closer view of the sea. It is best to travel at dawn to avoid the huge, turbulent waves and to see the sun slowly creeping over the horizon. Peeping at the window in my seat, I paid attention on how our boat bravely sliced every single wave that comes along our way, creating white bubbles all over the area. Flock of birds catching their first meal for the day will surely entertain bored and sleepy travelers along the way. At a distance, I constantly take a glimpse of the silhouette of earth’s protrusion covered partly by clouds.
Finally, the hour and a half journey is over and she’s here. Right in front of me. The pristine emerald-green water, the powdery white sand and the swaying palms clinging to the ocean’s edge welcomed me to Isla del fuego.
Our boat docked at Siquijor the capital of the province of the same name. With the usual Filipino kindness and hospitality, the locals asked me where I’m heading and if I need a ride.
Timid yet amiable. Calm yet touching. Bucolic yet not silent. These were my first impressions of the island. Looking at her from where I’m standing, she is slowly deceiving me. She is opening my eyes to see the wonders that laze behind her. How I wish the city life were this tranquil.
As my eyes roamed around the island, I saw something familiar. A bell tower. It reminded me of the place I came from and indeed this island is one of those greatly influenced by the Spaniards.
Just a few meters away from the pier is where the bell tower is standing and beside it is a church. I decided to visit the church and I found out that it was constructed in the 1783 and the patron saint is St. Francis of Assisi. When I was staring at the walls of the church, I noticed something different, its walls are not grandiosely ornamented. Nevertheless, the church is worth a visit.
To start my day right, I went to Larena -- a 15-minute ride to the northern part of Siquijor by a multicab -- to have breakfast at a friend’s house. After savoring the meal and a bit of freshening up I rented a motorcycle and hired a driver to tour me around the island.
My next stop for the day is the municipality of Maria on the eastern part of the province. The journey to Maria was simply astounding. The sun was up, covered partly by clouds and without harsh heat. It was a clear day with stiff winds blowing; I must have spent all my efforts to capture the picturesque view of Siquijor Island from our vantagepoint. The vista of the mountainside was so enthralling that it held me to awe.
The rolling terrain that stretched toward the horizon was covered with lush floral area that brings to mind the images of an old movie. One of the most visited spots in Maria is the Salagdoong Beach Resort. There a traveler will find himself literally at land’s end where the eternal battle of the land and the sea is constantly being fought. The view of the waves splashing the rock formation at the edge of the island is a priceless vision.
After the scenic view in Salagdoong, I jaunt into the historical municipality of Lazi. There one can find the Lazi Convent that was constructed in 1884. It is the largest and on of the oldest, convent in Asia. The beautiful carvings in the staircase and the century old wood plates on the floor will surely capture the eyes of the travelers. Just in front of the Lazi Convent is the church of St. Isidore Labradore. Unfortunately, the convent is not being maintained and it is slowly dilapidating.
The next stop in trip is the town of San Juan. The town is home to stunning white sand beaches and friendly people. At a small restaurant beside the town’s plaza, I decided to drink coffee and take some snacks. Fortunately, the owner of the place, Aling Nene, is very friendly and very hospitable. She told me that the main attraction of the island is its people. She said that the people in Siquijor are friendly and loving. Aling Nene also added that there is a unique kind of hospitality the “Siquijorians” can offer. Before we ended the conversation she offered us her homemade torta- a local delicacy. Honestly, I enjoyed eating the cake-like dessert she offered.
Just in front of Aling Nene’s eatery, is a picturesque view of the white sand beach and the graceful waves kissing the edge of the sea. Afar, I can see a silhouette of the mountain ranges of Mindanao resting in the ocean and cloaked in the clouds.
With this magnificent vista just in front of me, I can’t stop from contemplating on the beautiful things that I have seen in this island. For me, Isla del fuego is a young lady dressed in a black ball gown. She wearing an ugly mask similar to the face of a wicked woman. She is seated in the corner of the room waiting for someone to offer her a dance and to remove her mask and reveal her true identity.
It is when you take off the mask that you can see the totality of one’s beauty.
Friday, December 23, 2005
(for that man with a skim board
whose saltiness tastes like sin)
In this battlefield
I will bury my dreams.
No one will see me
lay them on the earth.
I have to dig
the ground
alone.
All they will
see are just
ruins.
I will hoist a flag.
Its color is white.
Neither for peace
nor for surrender.
Peace is futile.
Surrender fears
love.
After this war
my heart will
reckon.
Nostalgia will
make it even
happier.
(for that man
we need no Eve)
whose saltiness tastes like sin)
In this battlefield
I will bury my dreams.
No one will see me
lay them on the earth.
I have to dig
the ground
alone.
All they will
see are just
ruins.
I will hoist a flag.
Its color is white.
Neither for peace
nor for surrender.
Peace is futile.
Surrender fears
love.
After this war
my heart will
reckon.
Nostalgia will
make it even
happier.
(for that man
we need no Eve)
URGENCY
The queen is not here.
She gave me her
gown,
crown
and throne.
And her slave.
You.
We are in the master's
bedroom.
You, half-naked.
Me, half-woman.
Do the catwalk. Come
closer.
You gaze at my bosom.
It's padded.
The gems in my crown
glisten
like your sculpted torso.
Who told you to unzip
your pants?
It's bursting!
It has life!
Something is coming
out!
I'm not ready for this.
Yes, you are. You
told me.
But I never thought
it will be this...
urgent.
The queen is not here.
She gave me her
gown,
crown
and throne.
And her slave.
You.
We are in the master's
bedroom.
You, half-naked.
Me, half-woman.
Do the catwalk. Come
closer.
You gaze at my bosom.
It's padded.
The gems in my crown
glisten
like your sculpted torso.
Who told you to unzip
your pants?
It's bursting!
It has life!
Something is coming
out!
I'm not ready for this.
Yes, you are. You
told me.
But I never thought
it will be this...
urgent.
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