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PEBA 2011 Blog Nominee
I am honored to be part of the PEBA Blog Awards for 2011. It has been humbling to see my blog as a contender to this prestigious award contest. I think that only a few of us ever dreamt of leaving the country of our birth when we first started to walk but that is the reality that we have to face now...
Pag-aasawa, Ang Tanong
If you are like me who remains unattached still at this day and age, you have doubtlessly been thinking a lot about it lately. But the question remains, should we marry or not....
Featured Poem: Park Bench
Every month, I will be choosing a poem to be posted here. As the first one, I offer you this poem about loneliness and a midlife crisis
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Immobile against the cold morning -
My heart hammers in dull thuds
For a moment, I wonder, standing here
The soft and gentle breeze
Carries whispers of comfort...
I shake my head
Like a dark cloud that blots out a perfect sky...
I feel it -
A blossoming feeling whose cold tendrils slowly but surely...
Creep up to strangle -
All notions of a life imagined
The fragments -
Slip away from me...
I could not raise my eyes to follow their passing
There is only the cold embrace of sadness...
Of dull persistence...
With heavy steps born of despair, I turn away -
Ahead lies the long and dreary road of thorns -
I am alone...
Haha (without the last ha)
I am chasing dragons yet again
Monday, August 22, 2011
Painters see into the souls of people but remain mute witnesses to life...
Writers are people who hide their words in writing while screaming inside wishing to be understood...
Pianists and classical artists are much better except that they are always crying inside...
Sculptors are the sensual ones who hide their insecurities in carnal conquests...
Rockstars and singers hide behind their songs and the facade of drugs and the spotlight...
Potters are odd, but they make the best lovers...
Dancers hide in the intricacies of their choreography, lost to their own world...
Thespians are trapped in the boundary of reel and real, never knowing where they are...
...sad people, all of them... what many fail to realize is that in order to be great in their art, they have to be damaged souls... a writer or a poet or a songwriter must experience pain to create. And all must carry a gaping hole in their psyche to be magnificent....
...such is the cruel heavy price of art....
Sunday, August 21, 2011
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you."
Even longer,' Pooh answered."
--Christopher Robin to Pooh"
"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"
"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said."
"So it is."
"Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately."
It's today," squeaked Piglet.
My favorite day," said Pooh."
"Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens."
"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way."
"I know," said Pooh humbly."
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever."
"And he has Brain."
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain."
There was a long silence.
"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."
"Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning, which I doubt," said he.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it."
"Can't all what?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
"Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush."
Monday, August 15, 2011
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