I'm something, nothing and everything in between. So deal.



Monday, October 11, 2010
Backspace

I lay it all down here, tonight.
That which always remained hidden,
However tempered
is lurking, irking
words  caged,
silenced like an innocent convicted  of a crime she didn't commit
a tongue tied to the backspace key
BACK! BACK! BACK! SPACE...


O U Y  S S I M  I

Your breath that used to graze my shoulders at regular beats,
your hands that explored tentatively, expert but desperate.
Each moment however time deprived
I constantly remember in 2 minute intervals...
Maybe even lesser than that.
That time was away and somewhere else, whenever with you,
Life is no longer what it was. Ticking clock silent in the air.
Weekends should've been called weekstarts.
Your kiss, searching and exploring every crevice of my soul,
Wanting, like a WHENEVER- WHEREVER-HOWEVER kind of kiss.
I miss being held by you, held so close, our breath feels like one,
morse codes in breathing patterns, telling each other
our fear of time overtaking us..
How we both know that now was all we had
and that in the remaining hours, we forget the rest of the world
just you and me, OUR WORLD.
When dawn breaks, I watch you with careful eyes,
careful not to betray that I know not how this month of May will leave us,
Cold composure perfectly masking the wreck inside...


I lay it all down here, tonight
That which were never uttered
False nonchalance!
a tongue tied to the backspace key
BACK BACK BACK...SPACE

O U Y  T N A W  I

There is no labour nor shame in this.
I want you.
Enough to wish, that if the shoe fits, I'd wear her shoes,
I'd be Cinderalla missing her curfew, back in rags, going back for that glass slipper...
That each sneeze it's me offering my clean white hanky,
saying "Bless You"
That for each heartache, my words giving you comfort,
my hand giving you that quick encouraging squeeze, telling you
"It will be alright and if it doesn't, I'm here"
That it's my smile beside yours in photographs that'll tell a story.
A story to be told and not kept in a shoebox, safely tucked under your bed...
Secretly, I wish I was more than a moment.
Secretly I want to be selfish.


I lay it all down here, tonight
a shot at being recklessly human
I say to you what I well might spare, dare, bare
be unafraid that someone will hear...

I LOVE YOU...


BACK... BACK...BACK...SPACE...


Performed last September 26, 2010 at The Unbirthday Party, Outpost Cebu



Posted at 11:00 pm by bohemian spirit
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Saturday, July 24, 2010
I Sleep To Dream

I sleep to dream,

because your reality impedes,

and I recede...

like waves only touching the shore,

for a short moment,

beautiful white wash...

although constant,

is brief, as you and I.


Posted at 03:52 pm by bohemian spirit
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Ten Second Forever

Undress me now, I've been moved.

Undress me now while I'm uncertain.

Undress me now, I see you.

Undress me now, I feel you.

Undress me now, with hands curled to a fist,

Undress me now, while I fight this.

Undress me now before dawn turns to day,

Undress me now in hours turned moments,

thoughts, a memory

Undress me now before regret begets me.

Undress me now, before it passes,

Undress me now, fill the blank with ellipses,

Spaces, Undress me now.

 


Posted at 06:22 pm by bohemian spirit
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Friday, August 28, 2009
Leaving Seoul

I left with the moon in the sky

visible from my plane window.

Hoping that it's telling me,

the ache are each being counted

and will be repaid with days,

with nights, with time, with you.

 

Hours alone with my thoughts,

of despair and agonizing heart.

Each time turning, to see that familiar smile.

Forgive me love for aching,

for being frayed...

Goodbyes with you wreck me.


Posted at 04:51 pm by bohemian spirit
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Friday, May 08, 2009
Skin and Bones

Skin and bones, skin and bones,

all you have is skin and bones.

No heart, no soul,

your thoughts all cold.

 

Skin and bones, skin and bones,

all you have is skin and bones.

your tongue cuts through

even hearts of gold.


Posted at 03:49 pm by bohemian spirit
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Saturday, August 25, 2007
Velvet Rope

A sudden feeling to bolt,

suffocating entrances, exits unavailable.

Fake smiles exchanged,

blank faces I see...

Superficial. Vertigo.

I am walking away now....


Posted at 01:51 am by bohemian spirit
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Thursday, September 14, 2006
She Cried

Today she finally cried.

She allowed tears to just fall.

She acknowledged the pain.

"It is good to cry", I told her.

"It is okay to cry", I told her.

She isn't weak, she is just human.

She cried like a child.

No bitterness... just the pain of the loss.

She cried like a prayer...

asking for comfort and seeking for answers.

She cried like a woman...

forgiving and understanding.

She cried like the mist...

quiet and calming.

She cried.

"It is okay to cry", I told her.  


Posted at 10:44 pm by bohemian spirit
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Monday, September 11, 2006
With Me Always

Every movement resound;

your presence engulfs my soul.

Everyone else drowns out,

as my thoughts fixate on you,

running through my veins.

You are with me,

every breath, each second,

settled in my whole being.

Even in my silence,

I remain yours.


Posted at 03:00 am by bohemian spirit
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Flowerchild

Withering heart, withering soul;

twilight comes with no reprieve.

I remain perpetual

but wanting to tumble,

shaken to the deepest core.

 

I wait for sunrise,

but dawn chafes,

still I wait in silence,

do I wait in vain.

 

I believe in you,

flowerchild swaying with time,

the flame is dying,

but just a soft whisper from you

I'll keep the candle burning.


Posted at 09:52 pm by bohemian spirit
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Sunday, July 16, 2006
Blue Maragaritas

I hear the music in the background

and my thoughts wander to you.

The resounding melody of the violin,

feeds the feeling of wanting you beside me.

My soul wonders,

Are you thinking of me too,

Does your heart ache for me

as distance separates us.

I close my eyes

I can almost feel you

in my arms again...


Posted at 11:54 pm by bohemian spirit
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Trust me
It's Paradise
This is where the hungry come to feed
For mine is a generation that circles the globe
in search of something we haven't tried before
so never refuse an invitation
never resist the unfamiliar
never fail to be polite
and never outstay your welcome
just keep your mind open and
suck in the experience
and if it hurts
you know what... it's probably worth it
you hope, and you dream
but you never believe that
something is going to happen for you
not like it does in the movies
and when it actually does
you expect it to feel different
more visirale
more real
i was waiting for it to hit me
i still believe in paradise
but now at least i know it's not some place you can look for
cause it's not where you go
it's how you feel for a moment in your life
and if you find that moment it lasts forever
   

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odi et amo, quare id facere forasse requiris... nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior



Tiny Dancer

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand





There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.

George Bernard Shaw



Love's secret verily no one man knows,
Though each in lore of loving deem his wise;
Love's like a meadow all aflower with spring,
But in the shadow autumn waiting lies,
And the wise bird is half afraid to sing
A vanished song unto a vanished rose.


HAFIZ, a power strange to touch the heart
Of late hath stolen subtly in thy song,
Though thy firm reed unwonted pathos blows;
Her praise it is, and no new touch of art,
That gives this grace of tears unto thy song.






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