Tempus Fugit

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Sleep

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Empty moonless nights
Beckon me towards sleeplessness
Urging me to stay awake.
To bathe in the unrivalved glory
Of its borrowed shine.
Making me a witness to
A different world in the dark
Where nightingales render soulful arias
And owls become sentries ofthe night.
Sometimes I wait for the
Sun to level in the horizon.
For morning birds to chirp on the day.
What I cannot do is to
Sleep still through the 
Quiet of the moonless night
With the fear of not waking up with you.
I fear that sleep will take you away.
I'm afraid love will be gone.
That's why I'd rather have dark circles
Under my eyes,
Than to create the same dark circles
Around our beating hearts.

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Picture from http://www.logoi.com/pastimages/img/sleeping_beauty_2.jpg

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Existence

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Burned out shining stars
Became the only audience
To the shrilling aria I gave.
The moon unwillingly
took over the place of
My Symphony's Maestro.

I never knew that goodbyes
Can be beautiful songs.
Continuously reminding me
Of a certain time when
Life was everything but painful.
When Love was nothing but pure.
No matter where you go
Or whatever you may do,
I know that in the most mundane
Things that you'll do,
My memory will haunt you.
It will take you to me.

You are hiding behind the
Shadows of our pain.
Relinquishing in the tears I shed.
I won't be there. I won't be anywhere.
But time will come when you'll 
Start looking for me.

Look for me in the
Memories that we so
Happily shared-before.
Feel me with the things
We used to do.
Make the most of your 
Creative imagination.
It'll only be there that 
I'll exist for you.
I was erased the moment you left.

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*Picture from http://www.visitlbiregion.com/includes/media/images/Looking-to-sea-OC-Historical.jpg

Monday, June 14, 2010

Beneath the Sheets

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Twisted bodies writhe.
In pain, joy, ecstasy, grief?
I dared not know.
Two people dancing 
In the nervous rhythm 
Of their heartbeat,
Each one oblivious of
Dangers that lurks.

Exchanging muffled moans,
In pain, joy, ecstasy, grief?
I dared not know.
Two people singing
Silent songs of
Yearnings they won't
Let strangers know.
Each one chose to be
Ignorant of complex strings
they pulled a lifetime ago.

Bodies. Moans. Promises.
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*Picture from http://www.thebuttercompartment.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/between-sheets.jpg








Write 'til the End of June

Hi scholars! It's indeed good news that I'll be extending the due date for the poem writing contest until the end of the month (June).

With that you'll be able to create better poetry.

Spread the word!!!

Friday, June 11, 2010

You Are Forgiven

Forgive But Never Forget

How many times have you forgiven someone who have wronged you in a way or two (even more) for as many times as you can remember? Once? Twice? Every time? This question should never ever be a rhetoric since this ingrains in us a very disturbing subculture of the Filipinos who live their days in total abandon and oblivion of a lot instances and people who said Sorrys and I'll make it up to yous as if it's the word not the act done which is important in life full of errs, faults, wrongs and sometimes rights. Now, do you easily forgive? What comes after?

This post is not meant to show how I'm the perfect example of what I'm talking about. I know I"m also a culprit of rampant Please forgive me Syndrome. I know for  a fact that I have said a lot of Sorrys without really meaning them (Sorry. See? It has become a habit.) I wonder if people giving forgiveness made it a hobby too? Are they even aware of it? I'm guilty. And I'm doing my best to rid myself of this social cancer that we always thought insignificant and benign. That for me is the first step-Awareness. It is knowing you and accepting there's something wrong in and about you. Second would be the realization that you have to do something about it. (You/We have to be cured!)

Do you know people who are sick of this disease I"m talking about? (Please enumerate them. Notice how many they are. If they're few, I congratulate you! You've lived a sheltered life. In a convent maybe?) Are you in the same list? (Good! You've just been aware!)

To give you a more nationalistic view of this disease, let's examine all that has happened within the last few years of reign of our Her Excellency Madam President. She herself said Sorry for that Garci scandal debacle. Have people forgiven her? Or do you still remember what I'm talking about? (See! People always forget. Forget. Forget.) Why did she said Sorry in the first place? Well, I only say sorry if I have done something wrong. Has she? (Oh Yes!!!)

Another issue on hand is the pardon she gave former President Estrada. What the hell was she thinking? The simple and blunt message for that act is camaraderie and of believing people will change  (read: you can steal from the National Treasury or engage in super illegal but very profitable undertakings like jueteng; you'll be put in prison, but not for long, since the incumbent President needs higher performance ratings) Bottom line, you can get away with plunder and corruption (if you're powerful and popular enough) and what message does that convey to the youth? This: We are doomed!

You don't have to look far to see examples of this disease. There's you friend who still stays with his/her partner after countless  time of being caught cheating. They are all around us. It's me and you! And to tell you the truth that's very disturbing.


So the next time you forgive someone keep in mind that there shouldn't be a next time. Sorry has been overused to feed that disease. Do you're part to heal a nation in dire need of change.  Always remember that saying the word sorry and giving your forgiveness is sacred because it deals with life. Maybe mine or your own.

The Hell with the one who first spoke Forgive and Forget.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

BIG FAT LIAR

Based on a true story.
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You are my Love.
The very blood that runs through
My mortal body.
Giving me the chance 
To live, love and laugh.
I miss you sooo much.
You are the breath 
I always have to take to survive.
Without you I'll be lifeless.
I'll amount to nothing significant.

I love you.
I miss you.
I want to be with you.

That is until I discovered
You tell this beautiful things
To other people too.
Words I thought 
Were uttered only for me.
But were not.

For that, you are SHIT. 
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*Picture from http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_118/1170364205L7bKa9.jpg