patodpoorkid: August 2017

Thursday, 31 August 2017

master of disaster

this was when i tried to actually play it ( minus the lead)

for you who dared step in my world
for you who descended and conquered
for you who brought my mind stories back
for you who tore my head apart

may you be my death

for you who laid a dose of your glimpse
for you who left me soaking in terror
for your skin which wrongs the rites of the night
for you who brought out my forbidden desires
(for you my cken!)

the crest of your voice sound like my winter
the rhythm of your fingers chills me a fever
the gown you are in looks familiar with
respect to my daydreams of moonlight
for you who handclasped the air i wish to breathe in
for your wicked halo which illuminates the dark within
for your projection which confuses heaven and hell
for your embery eyes where mine dwell
(for you my cken!)

i stared to transfix your tragedienne heart
but you snared and tore them apart
ah angel of death, have mercy on yourself
for i will gladly sell my soul for her
she's my fairy out of the cold

my suicide in the future
you found me shivering from your fire

for you, the mentor of blood red sunset
for you who never stained your milk bath
for you who disdained my sanity
for you who harvested my smiles, so filthy
(for you my cken!)

she lies there at the skirts of the horizon
her songs frictioned with raptures
in her sanctuary i lost my diction
dressed in herself, where pixies evolved..my cken!

2007.01.28_77_diwata

2006.08.31_65

on far seas she scatters herself
imprisonment lit a mind once dealt
lustrous eyes, burning white, still waters
precious mind somehow seemingly deranged though sane
on her shoulders..the winged pain

making confidants with different breeds
widespread smiles but still she bleeds
longing for her very own serenity
she wanted to reign over everyone's cruelty
tormented..witness the unfurling of her hatred!

upon her own forest-so-called home
where fleeing's long buried to be known
she has got to keep a soul
a soul which happens to be the one i own!

gesticulated by the tailed angels were the signs from her stars on her pedestal
heaven once fed on her palm, but heaven's not forever for her!

and she said,
"from that dawn that you bathed me with your curse..
and that night whereafter my outburst, i felt worse..
there i trembled, tryin to find my doors..
then i stumbled, nailed my knees on the floor
fresh tears rivered my face, then i started to crawl!
that's when mystery dressed me..
should i come back for you?!"

her heartbeat started to triple
a daughter of confusion between bad and evil
her gloom died, dreaded my voice to say goodbye..
enthroned on my side, she climbed down from her sky
now she's entrusted with my life!

2006.08.31_65

winnie ta pooh

love has taken you away
you wanted more, it's okay
you feel right through
gave everything up
now you're down on your tears' last drop

you gave him everything you have
you said it's all for the sake of love
but gave more than all
done damages
now you're blamed for your carelessness

give up and swallow
take the test and follow
let the rays of the sun see your face
with those marks of your disgrace

everything's said and done
said you're strong but you're just one
brave but alone now
he gave you up
and all he does is laugh

how you're better off gone
better off away from the rays of the sun
better off kneeling down alone
than waiting for there's nothing more to come

2004.08.31_T07-08_winnie ta pooh

jazz

every word that follows "you're just" is wrong.

Wednesday, 30 August 2017

20170830

20170830
remember this day

got it? no.

all these people trading thumb drives and leak links and i'm just happy i've never seen a single episode of it except when south park did it couple of years back. i mean..dragons? might as well watch awkward looking vampires and ripped native american werewolves. and disney channel, too.

Monday, 28 August 2017

hh001

him: i'm bad at this.

her: what?

him: life.

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

U-N-X

it's so unfair how easy giving up is.

LOS

i think you're a petite load of shit. there, i said it.

Tuesday, 22 August 2017

IT

i'm tired. i'm so tired.

Danny Boodman T. D. Lemon 1900

All that city. You just couldn't see the end to it. The end? Please? You please just show me where it ends? It was all very fine on that gangway. And I was grand too, in my overcoat. I cut quite a figure. And I was getting off. Guaranteed. There was no problem. It wasn't what I saw that stopped me, Max. It was what I didn't see. You understand that? What I didn't see. In all that sprawling city there was everything except an end. There was no end. What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end. The end of the world...

Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eighty-eight of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by.

You get me up on that gangway and you're rolling out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions of keys that never end, and that's the truth, Max. That they never end. That keyboard is infinite. And if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano.

Christ! Did, did you see the streets? Just the streets… There were thousands of them! And how do you do it down there? How do you choose just one? One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one way to die...

All that world is weighing down on me, you don't even know where it comes to an end, and aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it? The enormity of living it?

I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time. And there were wishes here, but never more than fit between prow and stern. You played out your happiness, but on a piano that was not infinite. I learned to live that way.

Land? Land is a ship too big for me. It's a woman too beautiful; it's a voyage too long, a perfume too strong. It's a music I don't know how to make. I could never get off this ship. At best, I can step off my life. After all, I don't exist for anyone. You're an exception, Max, you're the only one who knows I'm here. You're a minority, and you better get used to it. Forgive me, my friend, but I'm not getting off.

dear rosemary

artist: foo fighters
album: wasting light
track: 3
title track: dear rosemary

"truth ain't gonna change the way you lie"
"this was no ordinary life"

sagad ah

20160528-31

it's not the destination, it's the journey..
except that one time in marlboro country..

@sagada
julian the civil engineering student and j-(something) the finance student from canada
clairence inn
tourist information center
steve the businessman fom china
echo valley
hanging coffins
bokong falls
yoghurt house
that semi-local guy from betlehem
elise the biology teacher and darwin the bum architect from pampanga (haha)
that family from pagbilao
lemon pie house
sagada pines cafe
sugar the psycho (-logy major) from caloocan (hahaha)
marlboro country
lumiang cave
sagada brew
wedding crasher @ salt n pepper
yoghurt house
happy house
sagada pines cafe
johnny naha the biologist and kate the programmer from georgia
bana's cafe
shakar the biology student and siri the architecture student from israel

@baguio
canto restaurant
balay amani