A month after, and I am still here somewhere down south. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, I didn't get to miss Manila. I didn't have to anyway. What I miss most is having to write my thoughts directly on my blog. Swear, the internet connection can get really, err, primitive. I am hoping one day, I could just post all the stuffs I scribbled on a little journal note I am keeping since I arrived here.
After a long while, I finally had a chance to have my recollected thoughts printed on the vga screen. I couldn't help but look back on the modest stuffs I have written while pensively listening to meandering voices during that one sultry, windy night.
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Ten More Years
ranting?
is that some kind of
a defense mechanism
-making yourself believe
that you have some purpose?
365x10
whining?
or just deciphering the
enigma, a rewarding life has been?
or acting upon each day
accordingly, like it is the very last?
or merely looking back-
reflecting upon the past's
bittersweet memories?
the juncture:
that crosscroad,
where shall it lead you?
or must you direct it?
the manifest can never be
more than what it could be
guided by a Higher Reason,
or a self-proclaimed vendetta
ten more years
and it could never be more
than real
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Ode to Melatonin
How I crave for you
every sleepless night,
such a painful languor
of keeping the eyes
wide open in the dark
You, the one that is
gone and nowhere
to be found: I have no
effing idea where you are
Why did you leave me?
Alone. in a blackhole,
savoring melancholy
sweetly in the comforts
of my midnight gloom?
Where are you when
I so long have wanted you
to dominate my being-
supposedly overpowering
absence of light
Wrap your tender arms
around me-around such
frail, languid body
eternally seeking your
pristine touches
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The concept of God bridges the chasm between man and his failure to answer multitude inquiries on life. God starts to fill in the gap because man already surrenders that he can no longer have them answered. Man has failed to use his utmost potentialities, reduced and belittled himself a mere mechanistic element of someone else.
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May 30, 2006 that one sultry, windy night.
