Wednesday, January 28, 2009

00:00

total darkness
just whispers

(00:01)
lights on
a naked body
lying on its full anatomy

(00:20)
lungs, expanding
an arduous breathing
on full white
pale and gloomy
no, let it have a tinge of glow
aurora borealis, in norther hemisphere
sadly, breathlessly beautiful

ghastly, monstrous
a sense of emptiness
yet, not hollow, vacuous
a floating mass
within the vast universe

(3:33)
lifting the shoulders now
being pulled by an external force
like whale, being harpooned
dragged away from the ocean
thug!
a foot being stamped
thug! thug! thug!
a withering crouch
hand swaying, like a broken branch
a pendulum
swinging back and forth
an infinite motion

then slowly
fingers crawl into its mouth
whispering
whispering
the secret of decay

sitting here in silence


bored monkeys
parroting myna
neurotic fish with her imaginary twin
visiting a zoo?
or an animal prison.
somehow it depresses me

Sylvia Plath's poetry, the last piece
a favorite, at Fully Booked
euphoric to hold
but where is it?
i guess its already been sold.
somehow it depresses me

my pet puppy
asleep,
or is it already dead?
yes indeed,
it is...
somehow it depresses me

and you,
i haven't heard about you
maybe days, weeks
or has been ages
i'm sitting here in silence
wondering, wishing,
you might stumble across
but i'm left unnoticed

and that, somehow
depresses me
so much

i miss you, damn you.

i miss you,i miss you,i miss you,i miss you,i miss you,i miss you,i miss you,i miss you,.. DAMN YOU! im sad,im sad,im sad,im sad,im sad, and i feel bad u make me feel this way..

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

stranger #008

is that his hair?
fixed, polished, shiny:
a black helmet

stranger #032

purple boots
skinny jeans
what was her name again?
mildred
uh, ok...

stranger #056

empty cup
left hand, a lighted cigarette
blurry eyed
spacing out

stranger #052

thin, high, archy brow
fake boobies
beauty: an effort
no further explainations needed

stranger #087

a caucasian
english? irish?
i can't tell
crooked nose
shakespeare eyes
still,
it doesn't ring a bell

Monday, January 26, 2009

waiting,

I've been waiting
waiting just for you
my eyes are tired, dull, shaky
yet searching,
every moment, for a sign
a hint of your tip toe

crawling shadows
dripping blanket
pins and needles
a yawning clock
tick, tack, tick, tack

it's not just 12 straight hours
the mechanical twitching and clicking of my nerves
it's more than that
---it's an infinite string of sighs
an ocean of perhaps and what ifs
stung, stuck, electrocuted
as if swimming against a battalion of jellyfish
so you just never knew what i've been through
and so may i ask,
where were you?

agoroy

sakit na kaayo
akong koto-koto
sakit kaayo ang akong batang
walay sama sa pagantos
ang mamapdos
nya dili lalim
ug dili tiaw-tiaw
ang magdala ug puya
sa imong matres
oras oras, adlaw adlaw
gusto ko makig lalis

lawasnon
ug emotional
daghang bagong kasanatian
galisngag na akong ilong
ga hubag ug sakit nga dughan
ako kanunay mahibalaka
kung kumplito ka ba?
dili kulang
dili sobra
sakto ra ba ang imong mga tudlo
gikan sa kumingking ngadto sa kumagko?
dili kaba usa lamang ka bomba
nga gitanom sa usa ka terorista?

sus' ginoo
kanus-a man tawn kini mahitawo
kini akong unang ginsabak
nga pastilan kung anak

Saturday, January 24, 2009

kani,

mao na ni siya
mao ni atong ibutang sa lamisa
bagay ni siya dinhing dapita
aron mahikit-an dayon sa atong mga bisita
nga kitang duha
malipayon ug ga ngisi
nindot siya diba?
very nice and happy
i guess, you would also like it this way, ayt?
pero ngano man ka?
gamugot lagi ka
palihug wagtanga
mabuking nya 'ta
ambi nalang wala nata'y charisma
sa usat usa
kay sa tinuod
mao ra ba

hay pastilan
mao na ni ron
ambi nalang na beh
ato nalang ni gision

ayo..

kinsa ni?
kinsa ni palihug.
aaayo..
kinsa ka,
kinsa intawn ka?
AAAYO..
kinsa man gyud ka?
palihug, kinsa kang pistiha ka?!
AAAAYYOOOO..
malouy ka,
wala ka kapuya?
undangi na.
pahuway na.
pahawa na.
kamatay na,
yawa-a ka.
undangi na,
kay kapoy na.

AYO.. AYO.. AYO..

kung kinsa man gali ka,
cholera, animal, lecheha ka.
nga nag pasalipod diha sa anino,
undangi na ang sigeg panoktok
sa imong gikuptang aligotgot.


Thursday, January 22, 2009

Alexander McQueen Spring/ Summer 2005 (part 2)

larger than life,
brilliant,
sickly wonderful,

hail to Alexander McQueen!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

kalimutaw

natiguwang natawn ko'
nangunot na ang akong mga kamot
ug ang akong mga kuku, nangluspad
hain na ang akong coca cola body?
hain na ang akong mala porcelana nga panit?
diin hikit-i ang akong kaniadtong bugdo nga susu
ug diin gibutang ang akong nakalimtan nga pustiso

wala ko damha
sa kapas-pas sa panahon
ang akong buhok dali nangalarot
susama sa mga kagahapon nga akong nahinumduman
nga ubay-ubay nanga ibot---
uban sa mga adlaw nga naghandum ko kanimo,
akong Nicolo

diin naman ka?
nangunot nasad ba ang imong agtang?
nanglagum naba ang imong lagos
sa pagyopyop sa tabacco nga nangaupos
nidako naba pagmaayo imong tiyan
ug nikyurot imong bugan?

unsa paman imong mahinumduman?
maka sampit kaba gihapon sa akong ngalan?
kanus-a paman ta magka kita usab, dong
gusto ko mahibalik kadtong kitang duha
mil nueve sientos sinkwentay dos (1952)
sa tungatunga sa unos,
sa panaderya nagpapandong

mahikatawa ko maghandum,
muhagik-ik raman diay ko gihapon
maski wala nakuy ngipon
nauwaw ko sa akong kaugalingon dungan sa pagtan-aw
sa akong spiyo, diha nahikitan
galuha-luha kong kalimutaw

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

reverie



it was like sipping your daily cup of tea by the shore

one early morning
when everything seems to be so pure

toes underneath the sands
sleeping with empty shells

of which
dreams are forgotten

yet its hollowness brings
a myriad of tales

tales of longing
of whispers of secret adoration

lingering

swimming

never fading

an empty cup,
a revelation

of momentum of snippets
yellowing pages of bygone days

clawing into

the dark corners of reverie.

jigsaw puzzle

piece by piece
we suit each other
piece by piece
we form each other
like screws and metals
cement to concrete; fibers to walls
we grow together
we are the pillars of our empire
obscuring everything into shadow
every trace
every curve
every hint
are designed for us to be together
interlocking
and tessellating
kisses
locks up
assembled with salty lips
of sodium chloride
and chemical admixtures
of spanish lessons
and world literary

interlocking:
two lips
two pair of hands
two chests
two crotches
two hearts
a couple of souls,
one love

Sunday, January 18, 2009

ember

for once in a while,

i need to bury things that i thought: i don't want to forget..

a homage to Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me


I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

-Pablo Neruda

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Björk - Hidden Place


beautiful..

no further actions taken

the ambassador shook the house
hed kandi gurls
grooving on the ledge
1 bottle of beer please..
unplugging my earphones
on my 3rd cigarette
there you are
a stranger
a loner

a wink
a salute
ei there..

u got a nice black suit
oh yeah?
u got nice chest
d yah work out?
hmn yeah
whose with yah
just me and mah shadow
comfortable
in the sea of crowd
it's getting late
and the sun would come up in a minute
wanna cum over at mah place
nah,
i already have a prince
oh yeah?
yeah..
u see,
i've been tagged
read: reserved

a smile
a wink
repel, an honest move
and two souls
get lost in the sea of crowd

case closed,
no further actions taken

drifting,

way across the hundred stalls
eatery
cafeteria
wine shop
pharmacy
tah teh tah tah
way across the thousand souls
young
old
boys
girls
gays
lesbians
anonymous
androgynous
undecided
confused

drifting, a science of sleep
meandering
walking
puffing
walking
puffing
swaying
dancing
rambling
way across my waking dreams

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

mother nature is ancient, two million years of waves

scaly walls of your fortress
guard the deepest secret of your core
labyrinthal vulva
encapsulating the hughest of warmth
rising, filling our cup to the brim
we sing praises for your whims
regurgitating the innards of our passion
spreading, lavishing the saccharine taste
of your cum
exploring your mouth
investigating your dental concave
ringing your tonsil
decoding the rivulets of your scream
ach nei? este mash?
c-c-ch-chreeesh neii ahh sie neesh
hahch tah ni krueee!
a butoh performance
a single step---ten thousand decades
palpable, the beauty of your decay
everlasting, from eternity to beyond
we summon the phoenix from your sands
relive, purify, sanctify
foetus style
cathartic
hukarasha!
vomit us back to our birth

Monday, January 12, 2009

hidden

under the darkness of your hair
fluffy, cushiony, beckoning
whispering love poems across your dream

settling right before the head board
i could always be in your room, anticipating, waiting
waiting for you to come home

If only I have the skin to feel
i would shudder even with the slightest tinge of your embrace
so, what euphoria it is
to sense, to experience, to marvel
your cuddly chest
the moist of your lips
the warmth of your armpit
and have allowed to be pressed between your thighs

although, at most times i remain invisible
all i can do
is to soothe you---lull you to sleep
to make you sigh---for all the comfort I couldn't keep

see, so as for you to know
just wanting you to wake up next to me
each morning, each day
or just to be anything for you to wallow
makes me want to be your pillow

Saturday, January 10, 2009

i got a ticket! i got a ticket! I GOT A TICKET!



Cebu International Convention Center will gone into scherzo mode as it makes way to:

Cebu Urban Music Sessions Uno


TONIGHT!


yes tonight!


Lining up are


one of the best international DJ's.


*******************



To name a few they got Max Graham (Armada Records),


DJ Nu-Mark (Jurassic 5’s DJ),


DJ Craze (Kanye West’s Tour DJ / 98, 99, 00 World DMC Champion)


2 x 4 with DJ Klever (00 & 01 USA DMC Champion),


Krafty Kuts w/ Dynamite MC.




i wanna thank RUSS for scoring me a ticket and make me crazy for this party



and of course to you Mona!



xoxo





Thursday, January 08, 2009

Bjork - Oceania

my earphone would always amplify this track every time i would encounter the sea.

Björk is definitely a goddess--- in parallel with mother Oceania.

although, for once my life has almost taken away from me (almost drowned by her embrace), i still adore you mother Oceania..

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

I am a sailor




of your marvelous mess
sailing through
your blanket of fears
blanket of curves
blanket of waves

I'm a sailor
sailing towards you my prince
sailing through
marvelous mess

wondering through
your puffy eyes
wondering through
your rock and roll hair

sinking in to your whirlpool
like a butter on a pancake
melting into your marvelous mess
beautifully painful
oh beautiful bliss!

I'm a sailor
I'm a sailor
I'm a sailor
of your marvelous mess

Sunday, January 04, 2009

mr. weatherman

please spare us from your bad news

give us some share of sunshine

and inform the coastguard that it's already safe

to pull up our anchors and sail towards the distant shore

it's been three days we're waiting for the queue

three-day faces of three days chance passengers

three hundred and thirty three moments of waiting ang longing

to get back home

oh please mr.weatherman

would you please score us tickets

whisper to the ticket woman in pink kamiseta

"may byahe na!"

Friday, January 02, 2009

stranded

oh god, we are stranded in an island!

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