Kuw-Hate

Kuw-Hate

For the hearts that cannot wait

I wish you all the goodness of sleep

So that every waking day

There’ll be no unhappiness,

No third world memories lingering in your constricted mind

To the Snaking dunes of desert land

You lay your back to melting sand

You breathe the grains

And cannot lift your gilded hand

Lucid dreams in the city of hate

Countless bitter people you create

As the desert storms recede

So are the feelings of love

                                                Forced out, vomited

                                                Through the nose it went writhing

                                                Forming mud

That love, that mud.

Formed into an Asp

                                                Poisoned, swallowed

                                                Her mild, gentle heart

                                                                So precious, fragile

Death creeps in the heart.

                                To the hearts that cannot wait.

The Lover is not a Lover, He is a Pig

If i was leaner, thinner

muscles bulging all over

Biceps, Triceps, abdominal muscles

in perfectly fit clothes

If i was prim, formal

welbred

with a bow-tie, classy shoes

mouth vomiting foreign accent

if i was rich and able

i could buy you

your happiness

If i was stylish, fashionable

you can easily display

like an earring or a dress

If i was normal, conventional

Who could always say yes

and follow you like a dog

you can always drag

If i was easy, smooth

So i could agree with all of your friends

And talk to you about relations

im always confused

If i was organized, arranged

without stain

pure

Like a prince

in your favorite films

If i was more sophisticated

and knew all the things in this world

if i was able to take you there

If i was clean

well shaven

without a trace of fat and sin

I could be more of a Lover.

Sky Blue and Orange

Excerpt.

Black Cat

Black Cat

Of this lake

So silent

Like the floating hyacinths

Staring, envying the birds who dive for snack

A cat, whose fur is lonesome black

Sits upon the bamboo floor

Sits upon the door

Where miles and miles of thoughts lay

Slothful above the waters

Dancing the warm winds slow.

At the center in the heart of this lake

Where the fishes go stout of peaceful tide and prey

The cat dreams

Of dreams of sun-borne beams

Beaming from the holes on the walls

Bringing to light

The invisible dusts

Of dreams of kingdoms found beneath

The stillness of Velcro-weeds intertwining

With blooms

So rich as

The finest drapery

Of the Siamese fighting fish

Swimming in his dreams

In the water-colored depths

where air does not breathe.

The cat sleeps at the center of this lake

Detached from a world

Where dreams don’t breathe.

Grey

Grey

There is nothing to write about.
The mind is cloudy like today,
Eyes unclear and moist like the window panes
Both gaze upon the sunless sky
With thoughts drowned of last night’s gin.
The grey heavens are easier to look at
When there is nothing to write about
except the nothingness prevailing.
An art reliant on time and experience
It laments in fated lethargy.
Dragonflies are mere dragonflies
Hovering on the grey heavens
Flowers plainly flowers
Ignored by the grey heavens
Poets are mere humans
Tired below the grey heavens
And all the things literal
Common, dead, nothing
When there is nothing to write about
except nothingness.

DHS-PF4 PS792 oversized blade (pingpong racket)

I purchased this vintage blade in Koronadal city last month. In a clearance sale price, very cheap! Its in good condition and its the one I'm looking for
(an over-sized blade)

Hmm. this is vintage. im having this thought that maybe in the past a Chinese master ( e.g. ding song) sold his racket to a Filipino and found its way into my hands, if that's the case? then this DHS PF4 ps 792 is lEGEND

Because i love ping pong. i will name this new racket
ROTOP!(Revenge of the old Panda).

First impression. I think this would make a great combo-blade for modern defense kind of game. I'm planning to put a fast red plain rubber on one side (RITC-higher red) and (CTT pogo ox black) on the other side.

The wood ply is very solid, it has 7 plies all in all. with an incredibly unique handle. the handle is very thin which is good for twiddling and chopping with control.

I sealed it with a quick drying adhesive (mighty bond) so that it would last long and improve its bounce.

I will give my reviews on its over-all performance next post. good day! thanks for reading.

(is this supposed to be a poetry site?....... not anymore)

Songs for Yahweh!

WE ARE THE

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10-01-11

ORATION

Ladies and gentlemen! Children of this earth
Listen carefully to the utterances that I will make
That you may hear the inevitable truth,
Today, I, a member of this miserable and piteous society
Announces my denunciation! My isolation! My contempt!
To this evil society that money has put together.
To this evil society who has exploited its own home.
To this evil society who became dead.

Consider me an alien from now on, an outcast!
I will leave my things, I will leave my work, and I will leave isolate myself.
I will bathe under the light of Henry David Thoreau, whom you, children of this earth, have stoned to death long ago.

Like him ladies and gentlemen, I mourn.
Not because of forests slowly flattened, not because of rivers blackened, not because of the thousand crying souls suffering from exploitations of the powerful men in suits.
I mourn to the simple statement “we’re not being human anymore”
“Not being human anymore”
“Not human anymore”
Money causes us to decay, our decrepitude made its way to our pastures. Our own hands block her breathing, GAIA, our mother.

You cannot blame me for this decision ladies and gentlemen, children of this earth; I’m trying to be fundamental, while you, you, you Indulge yourselves with material things that make you dull, make you obese, make you in the trend. Corruption slowly drills into your head like a highly alcoholic drink you spend too much on cosmetics and senseless cell phone load. Money has corrupted us like how the snake corrupted Eve in garden paradise. The reason of poor and reckless mental capabilities of our youth who doesn’t know that burgers they buy on fast-food chains burn down forests to their roots. Massive rain forests for cattle graze land and soybean production for alternative fuels are just one of the main moves of profit-oriented corporations. There is no win-win solution in here ladies and gentlemen only death and murder.

The greedy corporate capitalists not just smile; they rejoice at our discontentment, they rejoice out of our innate discontentment! We buy, then we buy and we buy some more! We upgrade our lives! The latest cell phones, the fastest computers, the hippest bikes, the biggest refrigerator, the most effective slimming tablet, the most potent love inducing drug, the most, the latest, the best, the hippest. What more can you ask more freak!!!
Hear their thundering jubilation from your mindless consumption.

Profit orientation has an incestuous relationship with exploitation.
Someone buys premium consumer items in SM mall, packaged in fancy plastic design with tiny Winnie flower promos in It. then later hurl it into an innocent river!
Someone buys a new cell phone battery from china, disposes the old one, and burns it and poof! Toxic smoke!

This disgrace has been passed on to the youth and their fertile minds, we live not to be humans, we live like machines dictated by a program behind the computer monitor. Like big brother in PBB. The desire for good living is just a mere fantasy for now, in this generation. The culture of death is upon us. It is like a jolt of dominoes crashing together forever. Nature! Natural! Our home! Our habitat is in garbage. We have nothing, no one to blame in this misery, except our insolent selves, unless we become humans again.

Psychic Kiss is Weird

Her Lips, Fresh Rambutan flesh
Succulent.
When i close my eyes the thoughts zoom in
The succulence
Juice run on the crevices of moist pink
Drops into a trench
Deeper than desire
quickly starts a fire
Scattering by the second, in all directions.
Hearts burn, mood switches turn,
Thoughts probe the depths like a mental submarine
Taking data, savoring data, sweet specimens
From the curious abyss of saliva
Her lips,
Is an ocean behind my lips.

Poem

A hazy, Lazy daylight grey
Revolves around another black Sunday
Unconsciously enters the part
Where people stand up and shake hands
It does not last long.

When you see faces in the puddles
After a rain
And know they no longer know
The you
That is where I see the beauty of a poem,
The way in nullifies the grime
On unreachable places
Like the moss-laden gutters and a heart mute.

When the birds sing on different voices
And you think of dueling Violins,
That is where you’ll hear the melody of a
Million cheers for a broken ear and knuckle,
Smeared with blood and sweat.

When on a hazy, lazy daylight grey
You felt forsaken
Like Jesus Christ
Who cried?
And fed beggars on the streets,
That is where I see the beauty of a poem.

When in a state of mind
You try to fly
To paradise
To feed a hungry self,
But a mirror always looks at you at the ceiling
When you wake up
And you go back to sleep
To feel the dreams so real but blank
That is how a poem writes itself
On an innocent piece of paper.

TAGGED - 5 school Facts of Geek

Xegben tagged me, hearken!!!

1. I hate delays, though i am always late (ironic), and i hate when things get complicated. i want everything to run smoothly. i hate math related subjects and i am superior in literature related subjects. i am vocal in class recitation, i mean it.

2. table tennis is equated with my studies and i consider myself good . I've been playing since elementary and it has taken me to places i never been. i am athletic, my mom always scold me because she insists that table tennis was the reason that i was thrown out of the honor roll when i was in high school. it did.

3. I'm a frustrated musician, i had a band before, and we disbanded., ive been in two bands once when i was in highschool (sophicsunion) and one in college (CED band)i miss the guys. and my guitar is already filled with rusts.

4. Im not good at girls. i dont know, i just know im not. im active at organizations and im pressured this school year, chief editor (the Mentor) managing editor (mintech) both school papers, Varsity table tennis, Member of the debating team, leader of the poetry readings every friday afternoons.... ^_^

5. Im a poet. and im non-social, drink alone, strawberry margarita and blue cola breezer, hahaha. im mean looking and intimidating. i hate Social climbers. i wear my beard, mustache and goatee. imagine... im a future teacher... maybe.

so there you are

Now i will tag

Gabby
Florence
flipt
reilena
Gian Paolo

Ulalume

The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere -
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir -
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Here once, through and alley Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul -
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll -
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the ultimate climes of the pole -
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere -
Our memories were treacherous and sere, -
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!) -
We noted not the dim lake of Auber
(Though once we had journeyed down here) -
Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to morn -
As the star-dials hinted of morn -
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn -
Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said: "She is warmer than Dian;
She rolls through an ether of sighs -
She revels in a region of sighs:
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion
To point us the path to the skies -
To the Lethean peace of the skies -
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes -
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes."

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said: "Sadly this star I mistrust -
Her pallor I strangely mistrust:
Ah, hasten! -ah, let us not linger!
Ah, fly! -let us fly! -for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust -
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust -
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied: "This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its Sybilic splendour is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty tonight! -
See! -it flickers up the sky through the night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright -
We safely may trust to a gleaming,
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom -
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tomb -
By the door of a legended tomb;
And I said: "What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?"
She replied: "Ulalume -Ulalume -
'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere -
As the leaves that were withering and sere;
And I cried: "It was surely October
On this very night of last year
That I journeyed -I journeyed down here! -
That I brought a dread burden down here -
On this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon hath tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber -
This misty mid region of Weir -
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Musical Influence

They are my musical influences.

Nero's Decay

Artist: Alesana
Album: On Frail Wings of Vanity and Wax
Year: 2006
UK chart: ?

Our empire has fallen
the columns came crashing down
faster that children could outrun the shadows
drunk with hysteria the survivors are running for their lives
as precious dreams erupt before their very eyes

tonight, it's over...at long last we will fall
ruins will fight in our stead

my flesh is burning from the embers
but still the brilliant tale of our utopia survives
tonight her beautiful exterior may crash and burn to ash
but the fight for her honor will rage on
I hope I never see the end
I hope I never have to live without her comfort
but for now she dies... oh Rome! so full of majesty, you're gone...

wind chokes on the ashes as acrid smoke strangles the sun
their jealous arrows ran, hollow drums pound at the gates
breaking the din of screams
our feeble offerings to forgotten Gods are left to rot in temples of their lust
as they lay forth their plans to destroy our pride, our home

tonight, it's over...at long last we will fall
ruins will fight in our stead

my flesh is burning from the embers
but still the brilliant tale of our utopia survives
tonight her beautiful exterior may crash and burn to ash
but the fight for her honor will rage on
I hope I never see the end
I hope I never have to live without her comfort
but for now she dies... oh Rome! so full of majesty, you're gone...
...beg the flames for our mercy...
these aged walls have seen too much
to forget the past in the face of this final trial
watch her crumble so true as mayhem cuts her down
let them have our treasure, her voice lives on
let them take our city for her splendor lives on

at long last we will fall

My analysis:
Well, as usual, allusions played a heavy part in this song, the comparison of losing a loved-one (girl-friend) from somebody else, is like the fall of Rome , another is the persona. Nero as we all know is the worst emperor that took hold of ancient Rome
Its same as saying, that the persona really did not take good care of their relationship (the girl) so he looses her, though their relationship was near to perfection just like the once ancient and glorious Rome.

Listen:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJ4sV9yYnzA

Clostridium Tetani

Hubo akong tumatako sa palengke
Ang tsinelas ko’y sariling balat na nagbigay
Pag-asa sa libo-libong itlog ng mga uod na nakakalat
Sa sahig ng pabilihan ng isdang tabang.
Ginawa kong tarak-tarak ang nga hasang na
Pinatangal ng mga bumibili ng Tilapia, madugo, malamig.
May hinlalaki sa tyan nito.
Ilang sandali pa ay inutusan akong magbenta ng kamatis at kalamansi
Ayaw ko sana, hinampas naman ako ng matipunong kamay
Huwag ka mag-alala, hindi naman ako nasaktan,
sanay na
Palibot-libot, pa ikot-ikot sa mga tindahan, sa palengke
Isinuot ang short na basahan at apron ng nagluluto ng double dead na tinola
Kamatis kayo! Kalamansi! Kwarenta ang kilo! Cellophane!
Walang bumili, at takot akong magpakita sa kanya at kanyang matipunong kamay
Ilang beses na rin akong hindi naka pag agahan eh, ay! tanghali na pala
Kaya, tuloy parin sa mga maputik na daanan, may mga bubog, at tae ng aso
Tuloy sa madungis na mundo at mga baklang nagbebenta ng malalaswang pinirata
Bawal daw ang bata.
Tumuloy ako sa gulayan
Bulok na ang mga gulay, tinurukan lang kasi ng
Formaline ba yun? Ewan. Kamatis!. Kalamansi!
Mura lang ang Patola at monay dito, kahit saan pwede
Murang mura lang! at may nag mura na naman sa akin
Sa wakas, may benta na! at agad akong bumalik, sabik na sabik
Dahil medyo lubog na ang araw sa kanluran
Hindi na gaanong mainit at pwede na akong makipaghabulan
Sa mga kaibigan kong muslim.
Kumaripas at nakipaghabulan ako sa mga asong nanlilisik ang mata at naglalaway
Sabik na akong kumain ng mga isdang hindi nabenta
Budburan ng suka at asin, solb na!
Itatapon na man din lang. madugo at malamig.
Ngunit! “P****g *n*!” – Ang sabi ko. Bakit? Wala ng tao?
Iniwan na naman ako ni Amain, nagsara na ang tindahan.
Ang aga naman nyang nag sara? Baka nakalimutan niya lang ako
Tulad ng dati. Matutulog naman ako kasama ng mga Daga, surot at ipis
Sa maginaw na sulok sa pabilihan ng Karne.
May mga puting anak ng langaw ng nginunguya ang kalyo ng aking paa
– anim na oras-
Nagising akong pinagpyestahan ng mga nabanggit na kasama
Namula ang paanan at kilikili ko
Masarap ang init ng araw, nakasakay sa isang truck
Mga naka unipormeng hindi naman pulis ang mga nakita ko, kasama ko, kasama namin
San ako patungo?
“Sa DSWD!” Ika ng isang batang madungis tulad ko.