Find my soul and I'm yours forever

I get to be me
and everybody gets to be everybody

And when I get to be me
I hide in places
Go on a perpetual journey
travel alone
and never go hack home

When I get to be me
I dwell in the dews of the morning
or in the solemnity of the rain
Beneath the stars
In the earnest sanctuaries
No one has ever seen

When I get to be me
I'm in the books I read
In the lines of Poe
In the grief of Plath
I am the bitterness of Hughes
the bloody desires of Bundy
But oftentimes
I'm the letters
Better still,
the meanings.

I can take you to parks
places
museums
and kiss you
and taste you
like blood in my mouth
Yet not unless you find me.

When I get to be me
I can make you believe
That black is white
that dark is light
I can make you cry
I can make you whine
Because I can ruin you
In any way you've never thought.

I'm in the air you breathe
In the waters of a desolate moor
I'm the clothes you never wear
I'm the old turquoise belt
I am the road, the vintage cooper

I can be anywhere
That I can't find my path home

So, everytime I fade away
to verge on another fate
please, find me
find my soul
snap me back
and I'm yours forever

Heroes' plea

Amidst the blast of blood, we fought
Within the unrelenting sorrows
we persevere-
an eagle soaring high over the wind
a kneeling devoted
a staunch soldier that persists-
in spite the fading light.
We tried and then we died
we ate the mud, the mire, the pride
drank slowly the mockery and cried
selflessly. Over the fields, we muttered
"our dream home be freed", but the sun went down,
against our will the fire in our hearts flown
away, leaving embers and dim dismay
gave up,
surrendered
yet, death shan't be the end.
Death shan't be the end.

here in the afterlife, we plea
to the people of the east.
Move, stir, ye, shall not sleep
open your eyes
with fierceness that kills
ye shall go farther
'ye people of the rising sun
continue, what we, heroes,
unspoken or not
started.
ye shall go further.
Death shan't be the end.

AGAINST THE WORLD

Keeping an eye around
as we walk
through
the blurred choices
We never imagined we'd take.
We were forbidden
for we are a sin
From the pools of wide mouthed
grinning, mocking jury
we can never be.

Day by day beneath the moonlight
we're giving in desires
Skin to skin we're risking hearts
Laying out all we got
for amid me is a weak spot
a burning hole
a flawful gap
wherein you stick yourself solid rock,
wherein I find myself eternally trapped

so i keep my eyes around
as we s t r i d e along
afraid of recognition
from the glaring traitors
who don't undertsand
who won't understand
for them
we will never ever be.

And we endure
for they don't know
and will never know
how shrouded and deep
it is
when our night gets tired and dull
when stars in us lost their lights
when your hands clasp mine
and your eyes plead
everytime your lips get firm
saying 'tonight, we're one'.
that against the world
we are one.

One of those little things I am grateful for.

She is gone.

Behind this carefully carved necklace is a great love story...

From my Bestfriend

Loom band craze!

DOOMS DAY

Sta. Mesa in a gloomy day.

I just love vintage things:)

PERPLEXING PROFUNDITY

          Undeniably, Filipino myths and legends have been part of the rich Philippine Culture and Literature. These tales, whether real or not, show the vivid image of the world from the profound understanding of Filipino people. Indeed, it is an inscrutable mystery, where or when or how these myths and legends emanate. However, the obscure and shrouded secrets destined in darkness forever just add to their enigmatic totality and radiance. 

            I have never been to any kind of exhibit but this one, and I was truly enthralled by the paintings; it’s amazing how those artists come up with an excellent masterpiece, expressing their inner feelings, letting whoever sees the painting comprehend an ambiguous image derived from the random strokes of their hands and imagination. All of them says a message, all are flawless and unique, but certain paintings had stricken  me so much that I could not take my eyes away from them, not only because of the superficiality that they are breathtaking, but also I found those paintings intense  with meaning and content.

            One of those is the work of Dave Lock “Bathala”. His work depicts the strong human emotions submerged deep in the subconscious, he believes in the supposed expressive representation of humanity: narcissistic, selfish and helplessly alone in life and death. He works out what I feel about humanity, if I am good in arts, probably, I will also produce such kind of picture.

            Furthermore, another painting caught my attention, Dexter Sy’s “Half Day (Manananggal)”. It is not the traditional Manananggal everyone knows, but the contemporary Manananggal of the modern day. Sy calls them the “Social Climber”. Yet, I don’t get why he associated Manananggal with Social Climbers but some part of it are clear- Nagkukubli sila sa ibang katauhan, nakikisama at nakikibagay sa mga mayayaman”. This work is so mean yet real. I know these Manananggal/ social climbers do exist.  

            Thirdly, Kuleng Manzanero’s “Alamat at Mito: Ang mga Kwento ng ating Panahon” It struts Lola Basyang’s way of telling stories. When I saw the painting, I began to miss my childhood years, those every afternoon in front of the Television, at Channel 23 in particular, drowning myself with folktales and hearsay from the old times. Luckily, nowadays there is a modern version of Lola Basyang, the “Mahiwagang Baul” of Channel 11. It also shows Alamat and Mito with Two kids travelling from the present time to the old times using the Mahiwagang Baul.

            Lastly, but certainly not the least, is the “Circus Maiden” of Dante Lerma. He doesn’t give any explanation whatsoever about his work. Yet, the painting is so full of messages. I can’t help remembering Lady Gaga and the movie “Jennifer’s body” when I first saw the painting. The only explanation left by the artist is this “Behind every myth are grains of truth waiting to be revealed”.  Until now, I find it hard to fathom the message of the painting.

            This exhibit gave me so much understanding of my culture. Each painting is certainly deeply rooted from the past and it feels so good to connect through these works of arts. Of course, as a future teacher, the knowledge I obtained from this exhibit will benefit the younger generations.