Wish You Were Here.....

Wish You Were Here
Pink Floyd

So, so you think you can tell 

Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain?

Can you tell a green field 

from a cold steel rail? 

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?



And did they get you to trade 

your heroes for ghosts? 

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze? 

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange a walk-on part 

in the war for a lead-role in a cage?



How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls 

swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.

Running over the same old ground. 

What have we found? The same old fears.

Wish you were here.

Prayer Of The Selfish Child

by Shel Silverstein

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my toys to break.
So none of the other kids can use 'em....
Amen.

Mortality.....

It has been a year full of deaths. Loved ones, friends, friends' loved ones. I can't even remember how many wakes I have been to this year.

I remember the first one though. My own grandmother's wake. It was one of the most emotional events in my entire 25 years. I never thought burying my grandmother would be so hard. Until now, the events of late January haunt me. She still haunts me. I see her everywhere. I can feel her watching over us. This is the first Christmas we'll be spending without her being a tangible part of the family. I miss her. I wish she was still here. But that's kind of selfish. I know she's in a better place, I just hope she gives all of us strength to go on and keep the family together. It's what she wants.

I miss you grandma. Now, more than ever.

Remembering Davao

A henna tattoo on my back, when my friends and I headed to Davao for the Kadayawan festival way back in August.

Where's The Pipe?!

I think we found it!

Drunks & Loonies.....

.....or both!

In violation of animal rights.....

The poor roasted pig we had on my birthday in September.

Orbing about.....

Approximately the size of my favorite tumor.....

My favorite tumor. Ahahahahahaha!

Kids.....

Kids are never really innocent. Behind those angelic faces lies minds that are as brilliant as adults. They are naturally curious, very smart and intelligent. They call things as they see it. They never lie.

Which is why I am more scared of kids than adults.....

Another book in my life.....

I've written in so many journals/diaries about countless stories, adventures and misadventures in my life. Now I'm starting a new one. I don't know why I named it Black & White. Maybe because my life is like looking into a black & white photo. It doesn't mean it's dull, but when you look into a black& white photo, it's more dramatic, it tends to be given more meaning than a colored photo. Well, my life is just as a black & white photo.

I used to think I'm a very dull person. But recent evaluation of my entire life, I'd say I lead a pretty colorful life.

I still don't know what to make of this new blog. But I want it to be as diverse as possible. Maybe I'll share some of my works here. Maybe some of my favorite poetry, and maybe some of my favorite songs. I'll definitely be writing about myself and about my life. Who knows.....

The Ravisher

From the Yellow Silk Erotic Arts & Letters book.

The Ravisher
By Charles Semones

for D.D.

I'm not what you think:

My fingers do things
you would not believe.
My tongue goes crazy
in the dead of the night.

I'm no chaste poet,
no celibate saint.

I'm not what you thought:

Rootbruised and moody,
I roil the bedclothes,
dream of you in the nude.

I'd touch your body, strike
pentecostal flames.

I'm no dry eunuch,
no earthstunned angel.

I'm not what you hoped:

I baffle the eaves
with low syllables
you may wake up to,
go by all day long.

I make siege of wind,
ravishment by fire:
with me, you might be
loveseized inside out.

I'm no tame bedmate,
no easy savior.

I'm not what you know...