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Tuesday, May 16, 2006
and from alain's heart, these words...

 
an office mate, Alain, sent this poem to me and continually prods me to have it published...since i cannot have it published in a book, here it is basking in the limelight of my blog...i always admire men who write from their hearts...so whoever is the muse of this poem, here's one for you...and to alain, keep writing---if to bare your soul...
 
s o m e b o d y
 
 
 
   for somebody who bears the porcelain skin

   for somebody who utters the sweetest words

   for somebody who possesses a blinding radiance

   for somebody who holds my heart.......
 
 
 
   she calls on to him and quickly he subdues

   she whispers the most melodic lullabye and he suddenly went euphoric

   from the tip of his hair to the inch of his toes she fills with her enchanted touch

   she laid to rest at his arms.... in her eyes he finds eternal utopia
 
 

   then with perfect compusure she feels the warmth of his physique 
   

   he silently settles in her sweet carress and feels the rhythm of her heartbeat

   they both feel into a trance, time went into oblivion
   

   with glaring emotions they held each others hand the tightest...

    .........and they were lost forever.


the goddess has spoken at 06:13 pm
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Tuesday, May 09, 2006
after midnight

i always come here during this time

where you came once to meet me

can we not stay forever in touch?

your eyes to mine, lost in our own definition of gaze

already i am yours, for a while,

for that time in between midnight and after midnight

where we lock ourselves in  dreams knitted

by the hand of destiny with a promise of

to have and to hold,

sans the script, the benediction comes

after each kiss of the welcoming dawn

 

will you meet me here every after midnight?

--- May 8, 2006, after friday's midnight serenade


the goddess has spoken at 06:25 pm
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Friday, April 14, 2006
because of your art, of which i am jealous of

there comes a time when the leaves

will begin to wrestle with the wind

unintentionally provoking deliverance

like them,

the woman in me tires of

confessing your sins

and own its disposal

how can you bear to listen to its weeping?

i asked, and

your reply was less intense than

it should be

why do you always insist that

i am neither amidst your canvasses nor in the

cardboard boxes you walled between us?

you wish

upon a thousand gods

to bless you in your craft

i merely watch you

breathe life to your clay moldings

as if to understand that i will

remain locked up in your portfolio

unbreathing you

 

take your watercolors and paintbrushes

they cannot paint me beauty.


the goddess has spoken at 02:59 pm
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Tuesday, April 11, 2006
without a trace

loneliness has crept into my heart once again...i am sadder than a thousand unsung lullabyes, sadder than sadness itself...i wish to vanish like enoch...

the goddess has spoken at 02:04 pm
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Wednesday, April 05, 2006
...and the goddess spills...

It was supposed to be a good morning. Afterall, I have finally found a reason to wear a smile all day.
 
Last Saturday, after Glenn ditched our meeting at the mall to shop for his makeover clothes, Denden and I trooped down Cinema 7 to watch the so-called phenomenal movie of Philippine cinema, accolade-dripping Moments of Love. And with pride and dignity, I admit that i do watch Tagalog flicks but I limit myself only to those socially-relevant and/or praiseworthy films that spell out S-E-N-S-E, and not those who boast of Art when Art is being downgraded by the mediocrity of the story. Ok, ok, I did watch I Will Always Love You, Don't Give up on Us, and Close to You last month, but it was just for the heck of it. I usually watch those kilig-crazy feel-good cheesy movies when I am depressed or not in the mood for deeper thoughts. Yes, I did find both movies  too sentimental and unintentionally  irritating because of its overrated formula of kiss and make up and the all-too familiar happily ever after endings.
 
But after i watched Moments of Love, I quickly dropped it out of the poor quality genre and marveled how the local movie industry has taken a surprising upsurge.Well even my kuya, who usually finds tagalog flicks too tacky, raves about it.
 
And I, the ever dependable viewer of Filipino films,  can't get over  it much the same way as I can't get over Ang Babae sa Breakwater by Mario O' Hara . Even now when I remember  the latter , to set a side for a moment the social relevance of the film,  I feel lucky that I have a roof on my head and enough water to drink and take a bath with. It's a simple realization in life brought about by a film that makes it meaningful.
 
I've also added in my collection, Sigaw, the movie who recently reaped the Orbit Award at the 24th Brussels International Festival of Fantastic Film. I still have to check on a vcd or dvd copy (whichever is available) of Filipinas, Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros, Nasaan si Francis ( I watched it on the big theater again with Den, my constant movie date and was saddened at the realization that people did not clamor over it (there were only about 20 seats occupied) unlike the less sensible kilig flicks when it was so artistically made, so uncontrollably funny...sigh... but that's another story), films of Lino Brocka, Yam Laranas, Joel Lamangan, to name a few. Of course, I watch international movies as well and as long as it's not a comedy (which always fail to amuse me) or cartoons ( I feel like I have already outgrown it), you can drag me along.
 
And so, in my not-so-exquisite collection I have Y Tu Mama Tambien (the ultimate roadtrip which reminds me tha t if I find msyelf at 30 and still unattached, I  might try doing one), A Walk to Remember (sigh, my favorite), The Doll Master (the dolls are beautiful), Brokeback Mountain (haven't watched it yet), Message in the Bottle (isn't it obvious that I am a Nicholas Sparks fanatic?), The Crime of Padre Amaro (a definite eye opener) etc and soon, The Notebook ( a confirmation that I am, I guess), Dreams by Akira Kurosawa (that is if i can find one), The Killing Fields, Titanic (just for my collection), Hotel Rwanda ( I cried while watching this film and because ours was a pirated copy I was not able to finish it much to my dismay), Somewhere In Time,  Memoirs of a Geisha  and Moments of Love.
 
Going back to the original plot of this article, Moments of Love is not your typical Pinoy love story, although the story itself  is not entirely original either. But it was the way the movie was  creatively shot, in a breathtakingly beautiful scenery that made me want to scream proudly, 'Sa Pilipinas yan!' and the stand-out performances of Iza Calzado and Ms. Gloria Romero that moved me into longing and more longing long after the film is done.  It was the ultimate lesson of waiting that had me spellbound. 
 
Suddenly, my fascination of waiting for The One welled up inside me and somehow, it shook my doubts  away and i decided, right then and there, that I will wait for him no matter what. A friend, Gio, countered however , 'What if you are waiting for the one who does not exist?'
 
For a while, it made me think.   Have I been too ideal? And I run down in my head the list of the qualifications i wrote down before and decided to trash it. Afterall, most of the time, the person that one ends up with is the one who usually defies all qualifications. And after my almost five years of waiting and a boxfull of letters waiting to be read, I know I  am capable of waiting a  tad more.   And waiting is a talent I am so good at. 
 
But not until this morning when i woke up with a large smile on my face, morning breath and all, renewed by my newfound perspective in love and felt as if  I am ready to conquer the world and all that jazz and then poof ! a text message from my sister who probably thought that I am still pining over El Musikero: Sis, hiwalay na daw si K nimo ug iyang asawa...Sniff! sniff! Is it enough to make me happy? How can I possibly celebrate over the demise of a relationship?
 
El Musikero is past tense period. I will never ruin the sanctity of marriage. I passed up on his invitation once  to come to to CDO for a weekend getaway. K remains my favorite secret though a nd I am the only one who knew about our story or the lack thereof but I have already come to my senses and I willl never go out with a married guy and reduced myself to being his mistress. Get real.
 
And so, the smile on my face vanished in an instant. I did wait for El Musikero in my dreams but I already passed through that stage. Now I have resolved to wait, yes, not for him though this time, but for The One that God has so masterfully designed for me.
 
I know he will come. And when he does, we will finally have our moments of love.
 
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I just turned 25 and here are the twenty-five questions that I need to answer to maintain my sanity:
 
1. What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before? spill my feelings out for a guy I had a terrible crush with (and that also is to fulfill  one of my new year's resolution, to do something weird...or so i thought ;)
2. What is your biggest achievement last year? that I was able to live independently again
3. What is your biggest failure? that i was not beside my sister's side again on her graduation (she got a master's degree in Public Ad)
3. How far did you go the past year? I  likened myself to a  mushroom and I can live anywhere...currently I am in Cebu after staying in Baguio, Pampanga, Nueva Ecija, Manila, Davao, etc for indefinite periods of time...the only vacation that I had last year was a two-day  all-expense paid for by my aunt hiatus in Bohol with my cousins
4. Who is the most significant person you were able to meet last year?  the other side of me 
5. What song sums up your life in 2005? Splender's I Think God can Explain
6. Memorable film : Ang Babae sa Breakwater ni Mario O' Hara
7. Favorite mistake: pining over  El Musikero  
8. Favorite thing that you lost: my journal and along with it are the three months of my life
9. Favorite lesson:  at the end of the day, what matters is you get your sanity back 
10. Greatest secret crush: Jose Rizal
11. Favorite book :   Yummah, a book by a Bahrain-based writer
12. Favorite moment : the day M said good night
13. What was the most remarkable thing you did for the first time? eat baked oysters ( conquering my dislike of seafoods and then i got my allergy)
14. Thing that you bought that you did not use : acoustic guitar ( I still have to sign up for more formal lessons)
15. What should you correct if given the opportunity? my favorite mistake
16. A line in a movie that seems to echo your thoughts:  'I wish I know how to quit you' -- Brokeback Mountain 
17. A line in a song that echoes your thoughts:  ' time just withers away stealing day after day the moon calls & night falls '- (goodbye beautiful day /beat and path)
18. In 2005, you will be always remembered as the : pink jhules (aaargh, and i want to get out of that pink shell desperately)
19. If you could travel back in time, where will you want to be? Baguio by the UP pond on summertime
20. How many times did you fell in love the past year? none but a lot of skirmishes  in the flesh
21. Did you lose anybody close to you? I lost a chunk of myself when i had to leave Baguio
22. What was the worst lie someone told you in 2005?  a lot but i don't remember lies, only confessions of forgiveness after a lie
23. If you could go back in time to any moment of 2005 and change something, what would it  be? when i texted El to confirm if indeed he had already gotten married and he did not reply...i shouldn't have texted him at all ...that was my last communication with him 
24. Last thing you did before turning 25: blowing the candles off my pink guava cake because Gio, Den and our landlady woke me up for my birthday before the clock struck 12
25. How did you spend your birthday? I had four simple celebrations : march 27, with my kuya and his roommate over grilled pork belly and seafood soup, march 28, my actual birthday, with Den, Glenn and Gio, march 29-a spaghetti-donut dinner with my housemates, march 30- over ice cream with my teammates
 

the goddess has spoken at 04:12 pm
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to unconceal a myth, one must uncover the inner reserves of the soul... to accept and surrender that love and reality thread on parallel spectrums and this is where most loves fail, i believe...and to you, Maria, Paolo Coelho's heroine in Eleven Minutes, i beg to disagree... the loneliest person in the world is the one who carries untold loves in her bosom, who cries within herself the many what-if's and what-might-have been's of life and knowing that time has elapsed, weeps even deeper. But this might be the fact of life, some loves are better left untold.

why do i love and suffer? To remain true to this covenant is my cross. Hear me, beyond this tamed volition and dispel the curse I have set for myself. This wretched heart has yet to receive your atonement. Will you suffer along with me?




THE AUTUMN GODDESS

i have come, as promised,
to seek you in this palace of leaves
which you have fused into a ring of remembrance
there is no season like this
to remind me
of wild afternoons chasing after trees
for this has been your laughter
echoing beyond the sycamore walls,
the abandoned nuggets of time
you have locked in between this royal canopy of gold
which neither the sun nor the moon can intrude.
in this garden, you have walked
with your hand clasped to the earth
the pungent smell of fallen twigs and petals
you have lovingly carried in your bosom.
here you have danced religiously with the wind
in tenderly stretched arms
with your head tipped back to the autumn skies
and your eyes closed to conceal a fairy tale
you have spun and sewn under the hems of your cape.
you bequeathed to me once
a throne i had refused
and i have come now
to collect your footsteps
tell me, how can I unearth you beneath these draperies?
perhaps i should not have come here
only to see you diffused
into a billowing tide of yellowed foliage;
it does not matter now
that time has mellowed the distance between us
for though leaves will fall in its periodic ritual
it will not gather itself up
as a sacrifice to my solitude.

outside this castle, the winter solstice hovers near.



disclaimer


i am goddess, i am witch

i am summer, i am winter

i am melancholy, i am felicity

i am a dream, i am a promise

i am exotic, i am ordinary

i am enchantress, i am the enchanted

i am everything you may think of and more

and still remain my own person

i am eternity, i am human...


   





 
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my poetry haven
of what had been
to unravel the qypsy queen
beneath his cowboy hat
my sassy gurl
she sings at night
and thru her eyes, love speaks gently
she is no witch
sweet death
he, the reluctant writer
take him as he is
she who speaks much
the master weaver
he who does not tell
the muse hunter
quiet rivers
his silence speaks
black beauty
the soulless
she who is no longer bitter
silentwisher
his words should have been mine
he could have been but...




the fallen leaves, the summer snows,
the whispering nights of winter,
are they not reminiscent of lost love?


yes, i live in a memory...of cold afternoons lounging under the weeping willow tree by the pond, of the sweet, nostalgic scent of pine needles after a heavy rain, of lovely days spent strolling around burnham park or dining out with friends, of tender nights of warm companionship and shared secrets...those days are gone now,just few of the million other memories engraved in the palms of time...they, too, like time, do not linger, for as time passes by swiftly, so are moments that can never be replaced. they became memories that are reminisced at a time and then soon, forgotten. yes, indeed, i live in a memory. how can i ever learn to forget?


to love another is something like prayer and can't be planned,
and you just fall into its arms
because your belief undoes your disbelief.
- Admonition (Anne Sexton)


a woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets, scoop the water out of it and you will unearth another deep well of water still...(march 2005)

to realize one's destiny is a person's only obligation --- paolo coelho





 
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