*****never*****
never.
that you said innumerable moments ago.
i searched i tried to no avail;
all that i've seen and all that i know
i am yours. in all detail.
never.
heard again after the circle round.
head bowed against the soundless expanse -
frozen. so like the heart never found
always broken. never a chance.
Light. Shadows.Mirrors. Life. Love. Joy. Tears. Food. Coffee. Cigarettes.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Sunday, November 20, 2005
ground zero mid mornings
took the leap.
went to see the princess in metrowalk this morning.
pressed for time. and for a place to hang-out.
i left a girl and came back to a woman.
sitting across the table.ah time.
and follies of inane men too stupid to know.
or to hear. or listen.
i am thankful i went.
went to see the princess in metrowalk this morning.
pressed for time. and for a place to hang-out.
i left a girl and came back to a woman.
sitting across the table.ah time.
and follies of inane men too stupid to know.
or to hear. or listen.
i am thankful i went.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Waited In Vain
My hope dries up like a sun baked stream, cut off from its source. To ever find the answers I have been looking for, to resolve these that I harbor in my soul.
Was it her? Or she that passed before? Or that woman from back then.
Never to be whole again, is that to be my lament? Yet I remain. Here. Hope against all hope. Maybe. There's always maybe.
Was it her? Or she that passed before? Or that woman from back then.
Never to be whole again, is that to be my lament? Yet I remain. Here. Hope against all hope. Maybe. There's always maybe.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Arrivals
There's a first time for everything.
My first published work arrived yesterday, and well for the lack of a better way to put it, I of course was all agog and beside myself with joy. Seeing my name and work in that glosssy sheet of paper gave me more satisfaction than all the paychecks I ever recieved combined. I still believe I am crappy person, but hell inspite of my despondent nature, the sun shone in between the clouds.
The thought of cartloads of those magazines, marching off to their individual destinations, is a wet dream come true.Ahahaha there is no dream of world domination kiddies (apparently I am not as psychotic as I previously believed), only a wish to be heard, like most of us.
My first published work arrived yesterday, and well for the lack of a better way to put it, I of course was all agog and beside myself with joy. Seeing my name and work in that glosssy sheet of paper gave me more satisfaction than all the paychecks I ever recieved combined. I still believe I am crappy person, but hell inspite of my despondent nature, the sun shone in between the clouds.
The thought of cartloads of those magazines, marching off to their individual destinations, is a wet dream come true.Ahahaha there is no dream of world domination kiddies (apparently I am not as psychotic as I previously believed), only a wish to be heard, like most of us.
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