Entries for July, 2005
[ July 12th, 2005 ]
The Fever Gloom Aquaintance
Rose by an inch the bus was moving
Across the stones of smooth and broken
Five involved persons ride the it
Through kinds of soil night as moonlit
My temperature cooks the air
Nose can longer no inhale
Black was darker than my hair
And my mouth erupt grasps fail
I sometimes ride just by myself
The only passenger that’s been
A single cause the night was deep
To farthest town cause slow rushing
I arrived and waited while my father
Condolence shared to an uncle
Stayed inside me with my mother
Father’s defect defer bundle
The degrees of mercury
In eight and nine between
Regret my self so sorry
Of the number thirty seven
I am supposedly be
In the place where there are others
Lights artificial fires the dingy
And the unknown evolves and bluster
While me, I should be resting
But it seems that hot blocks hide
Instead of denying the cold was igniting
Give my time on boxes crypt pace hour compiled
Early to rise the sun has not yet shone
Black was still sitting in the throne
Gold has not yet colored its crown
Still the dark can’t cook a pawn
Walk unto the left road
Wait the green bus come
Sat down, put my load
Gone it now, travelers multiply by sum
I reached the sun was bright
I wore clothes the simplest right
Where I moved the cold was tight
Ascends the digits bought medicine might
Drink at the time the doctor
Wrote the paper set interval
I remained in period junior
They have come – them cordial
Do their profile pass the clock
Time is running nears the one
Walk through space of little rock
Head right then the room that’s done
Was prepared to hysteria
Proceeds to the opera
Works were done predicta
Bly with one’s contrata
Presents the visual with no sonata
Tells us all about those data
Noticed that he’s not a don but a doña
He shared us the idea
Bores the trees Sakura
One to six the dark skies mix
Thrill and joy the sad destroy
Run and dance and sing by instance
Win none through the fight
Of clues by colors and the like
Papers color variants
People, objects them we hunt.
Wednesday. A female classmate sits by me. She was coughing very hard and I guess she infected me and so - She give me cough. After my last subject, rain started pouring and I walked wet outside the campus.
Thursday. I feel my body numb and I became sleepy on class. I am now suspecting that I have a fever. My eyes want to shut down. Evening. I feel my body temperature rise. Morning.
Friday. It’s our University acquaintance and I have not attended. I went home to rest.
Saturday. The workshop for the school’s publication was done. If I do not attend, I could not join and I do not have a choice. Another acquaintance for both the new and the old staff was held right after the workshop. I am planning to go home but I could not. There’s no bus. But the night was not boring. They gave us activities such as the flag hunting. My teammates and I enjoyed running while answering the clue and getting those clue elements, but we did not win. A pity. Actually, there are just two activities. That’s the clue hunting, after that; we took our dinner and then the game of which we are given pieces of papers. Someone announces the phrase and we are in charged to complete it. We must give it to the persons whom we would like to give. This game made two anonymous persons gave me their paper. The first one said, “I found you attractive because… you’re cute and interesting.” I am not approving to that sentence, but as she says so… The other paper was the last and I think has the highest cause. She gave it to me. I read it. “I like you because… you are so demure and down to earth.” We prayed and the party was over. I am still writing on my last piece of paper and I haven’t given it to anyone. What I wrote – “I like you because I know you may like me too. Corny no? Silly yet it can be true and I’m hoping so. Sorry, late entry.” My classmate gave it to her as we were passing their dorm. After the other day she texted me, “Thank you sa message.”
Sunday. My fever was gone. The climate was warm and when the night comes, the rain joined.
Mysterious
John was in his school. He was reading a book in the library. He views the sky and noticed that the once blue space a while ago as he was still outside has just turned gray now. Lightning striked and the students near the windows were astounded when the thunder crashed loudly to their ears. The librarian immediately closed the windows. While closing it, he requested John to open the lights. He stood up and turned the lights on. The bell rang and he went outside the library. “Good morning,” greeted his teacher. “Good morning Mrs. Lories,” he answered. He walked forward, straight the hallway and noticed after a minute of walking that all persons he meets by stares badly at him. Their faces were faint and blue. They looked very cold. He did not stop walking. He just continued. He turned left and climb the stairs. After progressing the stairway, he noticed that there are no people there. He went to his classroom. His teacher was sitting on her table and she was turning the pages of the book she was holding. She was scanning it. After awhile, his teacher stood up very slowly and greeted him, “Good morning John.” Then she went outside really slow.
He was confused. The place was so quite. It was weird. They should have an exam today. “But why she got out? Where are my classmates? It looks like I’m the only one here,” he thought to himself. He stood up from where he was sitting and hit his right arm on the chair on his front when he was stretching. “Aww!” he exclaimed. He hears someone’s shoes stumping on the floor outside. He turned his head right and noticed someone running outside the room. He saw Ana passed by. “Hey! Wait!” He shouted. She stopped running and turned to where he heard the voice.
“Are you not contaminated yet?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” he asked. “I noticed all of them as if they were freezing and they walk really very slow, as if they were zombies.”
“You’re right,” she affirmed. “You should run away from here. Far from them.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because… If not. You will be like them.”
“Tell me why? I don’t understand,”
“You will never believe me if I will tell you.”
“No. I will believe you. I promise. Trust me.”
“Well if you do. This is not the right time to tell you. Because – we should get out of here first, then after that, I’ll tell you.”
“Okay. Can I stay with you? I’m just a little scared you know.”
“Why should you be not? If you’re afraid, I’m felling more terrible than you. If you only experienced running and sliding down the stairs just to get far away from them, then you should.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Why are you asking so many questions? Stop it. We must run now or else. They should be near here in no time.”
“So why you just told me that only this time?”
“…Because, you’re asking questions.”
She grab John’s left arm and run. “Hurry!” She exclaimed. They climb down the stairs and hide inside the locker room. She locked the doors while grasping air. She coughed.
“What are you planning? Pls. tell me exactly why you have taken me inside a locker room? Oh no! Are you trying to…?”
“Stop imagining. Why should I?” She covered her mouth with her arms and whispered, “Quiet or they’ll hear us.”
“Okay I’ll just sit down and zip my lips and…” Ana covered his mouth with her palm.
“Can’t you hear them?” She whispered. They heard footsteps outside.
“Okay, just take your hands off me. Please.” John whispered while pulling her arms away from him.
They were just sitting behind the door after sometime when – the water faucets opened and poured water by itself. The room after three seconds surprisingly was filled with water impossibly. It reached their knees.
“Open the door!” Ana shouted. “Come on.”
“I am. Don’t distract me.”
“Do it faster!”
“I’m trying.” John unlocks the door. Hands outside were smashing the door. John was pushing the door intensely and was forcing it with his full strength to make it closed.
“Help me!”
“I’m pushing can’t you see?”
They made the door closed.
“What should we do now?” John asked.
“I don’t know. Don’t ask me”
“Look at the water.” John points to the water rising up.
“If we open the door… we’ll be damned.”
“If we will wait longer here… we’ll be damned.”
“What should we do?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Don’t ask me that question again. Relax! Think.”
“It’s not the right time to relax,” she complained
“And it’s not the right time to quarrel either,” he uttered back.
“Pray!”
“What?”
“Let’s just pray. It’s our only hope.”
“Do you really…?”
“Just close your eyes now and keep quiet.” She made the sign of the cross and – “Aaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!” She shouted. She felt as if she was falling endlessly and it was dark all over. “Jooohhhnnnnn!” she screamed. Ana slam the ground and she was knocked off unconscious.
John opened his eyes slowly, his sight was blurry. His eyes were now widely opened. He discovered he was in a square platform. He was standing in the middle of the place. There was a manhole on his front. After the hole was a giant gong floating above. It was bobbing up and down. Behind the gong was a large closed gate but there were no walls. On his left was a stairway alone.
On his right, there were blocks randomly scattered. He turned to his back. There were two more manholes. He moved closer to see it. The left hole was dark. He could see the ground’s surface from the other hole. He heard the gate slowly opening. He hurried to the right hole and hid his self. He saw a beautiful woman entranced the gate.
She was floating over the floor straight to the gong. Her dress was white all over and it was flowing freely same as her hair. But there was no wind. She sank down and touched the floor. She took the stairs slowly. “Maybe she’ll float,” John thought. But she did not rise above after the stair. She was walking and not floating. She was walking as if there’s an invisible surface after the stair. She walked towards the gong and stop beside it. He was astonished when he saw the woman hit her head to the musical instrument. It made a very loud sound. He covered his ears. He remembers Ana. “Where is she?” he asked.
She turned around and started humming sounds and spoke softly, “Don’t be afraid. Cause I am a good friend. Come unto me. I may help.” She raised her right arm. An axe appeared. “Come unto me and I will make you live. “Why should I,” he thought. He crept outside after he felt something moved. The ground was shaking. Walls were growing one by one up from the floor a foot from the hole. He jumped over the rising wall. He noticed that the blocks became a maze.
The blocks on his right grow in length same as the walls that had covered the two manholes on his back. He smelled bad. The odor was awful. He doesn’t want to inhale. He ran to the maze. He heard water dripping. Her humming continues. John found an exit but as he was forwarding, the woman appears. It stared on him and she raised her axe and made an attack. He ran away from her and climb the stairs. She once again made a strike. John managed to raise his legs. She smashed the third step of the stair. He turned to his back and look at her. She levitated up with her sight staring on him. He took a step to the invisible surface and he did not fall. He saw the gong. It had changed its location and position. It was now hanging in the middle, vertical to the manhole. It was now above the hole. The gong was lying and was dripping liquid. It was red and was thick. He discovered that it was blood.
The hole was overflowing with blood. He did not notice it after getting out of the maze. He only noticed it when he was above, beside the gong. “What he must do?” he asked, “Should I hit the gong with my head too? No. She should be the one hitting it.” The woman was coming to him. She made another strike. John ducked down and kicked her feet off. She tumbled down and knocked her head on the gong. John stood up and heard the rumbling again of the walls that had covered the holes and the blocks that turned into maze. Everything was transforming back to its original outline. The walls sank down. He climb down the stairway and went near the holes. The woman rose up and floated down. “Where should he go?” he asked his self again. The hole on the center was filled with blood. The hole on his right served only for hiding. What about the other hole? It was black and it was dark. Where should he go? He had no choice. The gates were closed and the edge of the platform connects to a never-ending green grass. Was the gate a portal?
The woman was approaching him. His last hope was the third hole but he was afraid to try. He was bounded by choice. Jump. John jump down the hole. There was water. He was in a whirlpool and he was winding in circles. It made him breath hard. “John!” Ana was patting his shoulder. “John wake up!” John opened his eyes and asked, “Where am I?” “We’re safe!” she responded. He stood up. Water appeared all over and it reached his knees. He remembered the faucets pouring water a while ago. “Turn them off!” he asked. He took a step. There was change. There was no water. “Don’t move and we’ll gonna be alright,” Ana suggested.
[ July 13th, 2005 ]
Frigid Part 1
It was night. The black sky was sprinkled by the sparkling constellations of the stars. The stars on a man’s sight were covered by huge masses of thick white and gray clouds. The clouds move slowly transported by the wind through the air. They bloom and glow when they pass the moon. The face of the moon was faint. The wind became cold and heavy. It blows angrily on the trees. The oaks and maples were bald. Both turns into particular directions when the wind breathes. The owls call echoes as the autumn leaves on the ground after dropping in preparation for winter, crunches with the dead twigs and broken branches of the old plants. The sound went fading and finally – off. There was a drop of silence. There was pause for a minute. The wind falls and stopped whistling. The movements of the plants stilled. A journeying line of predators murmured in succession and the members became muted when the alpha finally howled. Then the deciduous biome went back noisily again. The twigs crackled and the branches waved rapidly. A mysterious sound cried and the wolves smelled food. It made their jaws wet and their tongues hang out and bow hungrily. They’re hunting on packs. They wanted their stomachs to be filled. Cold did not distract them. The coat of their fur generates a good insulation of heat for their bodies maintaining their moderate temperature, suitable for them to roam even on the windiest night or day. They are seeking under the tall shrubs. Hoping they might find for at least even a small meal that will satisfy their hungriness.
A woman at forty walks up to a five step stair connected to a little terrace when she heard a little cry. She turns her head to the woods and listened carefully. “Something was crying inside the forest!” She thought to herself and again she listened. The sound flowed out dumb from a covered air. There was a cry. She can hear it. And it sounds like a person. She proceeds to the door on the center. She slid her hand on the doorknob, leave the basket with groceries outside, she hurriedly went to her husband. She goes to the town every morning until noon to sell vegetables and fruits then buy bread and other necessities from the income gained and she arrives mid-evening. “Sig, wake up!” she said. The old man sleeping was disturbed. She turned her head up to see the clock and it was eight thirty-five in the evening.
“Why?” he asked.
“Can’t you here the cry?” she asked.
“I am sleeping,” he answered.
“You must go to the forest, I heard it very clear and it came from the forest. If we had a child, you’ll be searching for him. We must act now or else, we will be forsaken. I will contact every family to see whose child was missing. You’re my brave helpful husband; please go now.”
“Okay!” the farmer grunted. He acquired a pressurized lamp from the kitchen and a dagger to secure his self.
“Be careful,” she said.
They head outside. His husband starts walking away from here. When the farmer disappeared from her sight, she put on her coat and moved. He wandered through the thick woods but he could not hear anything. The cold still can penetrate deep from his coat worn. He continued searching forward. . He stopped – he hears a minute cry. A tiny cry that was then expanded on the dome of the forest when the wind stopped blowing and the sound on the air captured his ears. Then the wind blows again. He followed the sound and was hoping he will be in the place he was searching. After a minute of further advancing, he can hear the sound loud and more clearly. It sounds like a cat, high in pitch. Was it really only a cat? There was a language of loneliness. After hearing the cry, the bushes on his left suddenly moved. He feels something was behind him. He did not mind it. He walked forward. The cry became louder and louder as he was approaching the tall grasses. He made his way through. He hears it just beside him. After searching the grasses, he found a small dump of a white dirty cloth moving on the muddy ground and when he uncovers it – it was a baby, “Thank God!” he exclaimed and smiled.
She has now entered six houses but she could not still find the family who has lost a child. No one was claiming that one of their children was lost. “Maybe he was been lost and now the poor child... He must be having a hard time figuring out the way back home. Maybe the child was new to this place and he went lost. Maybe he was one of the visitors that visited their family on this town last time. But they have gone back to their city in a complete number the day before. I have noticed it when they arrived and when they go back. I remember their girl whom so kind that she gave me a small bird figurine when I helped her crafting the crochet. Poor child, maybe he was shaking definitely now and his heart was pounding. The forest was dark and someone was lost inside and it was evening. His parents probably are worrying now.” She perceived with a negative vision. She raised her head up and looked on to the stars. “Pls. don’t let anything bad happen to whomever that was lost and guide my husband.” She prayed. She went to their house back and waited. She was walking back and forth on their terrace.
The farmer picks up the baby and held it on his arms carefully. The wolves again howled and the wind went stronger. He noticed that the area from where he was standing was not that far from them. The light of their house reaches his sight and so he followed it until he saw her wife outside. The snow started falling. “Fir!” he shouted. “I got him!” Her wife met him and said, “Hurry! Don’t let him catch cold.” She took the veil from her head and covered his husband with her. They hurried inside their home. She put the baby in the table. The farmer lighted the furnace. She brought a pail of water and a cloth and undressed the baby. She removed a bracelet from his right arm and washed him clean. The farmer took the bracelet. There was a name carved on it – Frigid. “Frigid must be his name,” he affirmed.
[ July 14th, 2005 ]
I Write Dreams
The visual scenery looks unclear as whole
Step on grass not ground and see the brown trees tall
Notice the climate. Is it cold and freezing?
Or can you feel the warmth – of the sun that’s shining?
Have you bathed through water – on the sea that’s salty?
Did you raised your arms like wings and conquer the sky?
Or dance freely while on air – and flow instantly
Levitate see width of forests reach the mountains and fall endlessly
See unusual beings ride them on a journey
And climb distant structures while your dyed hair sway
Hide on holes and ran away – or seek the clouds of heavens
And view angels faces and you with them go play
If the space fills horror, blood and darkness terror
Someone chases you he has – blade that cuts your skin
Or hear ghostly murmurs cover ears and monitor
Shakes your body rule, background, plot, all them makes you rattle
Did the sea have drowned you to the deepest vortex?
Haven’t I see sharks that bit me but you do and die
Look at birds and dinosaurs annihilate our town
I have walked on water, I don’t sink fell down
Have you met your icon and who’s infatuated
I have meet white skeletons while the sky was evil
I once look at planets, stars and the galaxies
Tiny they and can be seen invades the sky with access
Bars of gold and treasure – settles that flat floor
And you hearken humming. Did you hear the music or
It was mute and dumb and soundless and was voiceless sound
I have explored – my dated former school old
Ships explosion, kinds of devastation
I became a man of science down the underground
Build a living mutated being that was experimented
Thought that I was hated by the one we made
I watched credits ending
Like a movie on a tv screen
I have written stories
Formed and brought and drawn from dreams
Try my best remember – each scene in true order
I took back the past tense
Present does the writing
So do I go hunt them.
[ July 15th, 2005 ]
Earthshake
I was finished eating
So I do tooth brushing
It was on my mouth
I was cleaning
Teeth and gums and then
Shook the ground
The walls, the ceiling
I freeze
I am not moving
I just stood
I was standing
While the brush
Stayed on my tongue
Others rushed
Heard things get broken
I was standing still
After seconds ends the shaking
I continued on my teeth
Gurgle water
I hear laughing
I was smiling
While earth was shaking.
Unicorn Races
Uniblack
Unired
Uniwhite
Unigreen
Unibrown
Uniblue
Uni starts their name
There are known two types of horse
Different from the ones normal
Were believed they can have souls
Rises some by daylight while others nocturnal
They can walk
They can fly
They can even swim
They cannot talk
You say hi
Nods their head they will seem
Others own those gifted wings
Others do not have
Others breathe through gifted gills
And they are so loved
They have horns, they have tails
Other unicorns, they do not have
They are found on habitats
Cold or warm on air and sea
Ground, below the ground
Hunted, sold they can be costly
They are in the military
Hired and used on transportation
Worst when they are stationary
They can freeze stay not in motion
Their negative side
Once they became tired
They like eating thecias
Especially grilcres
And lesser costias
They can be tamed and
They come friendly
Once they fly, they can land
Both on sea and the soil ground
Comes in colored six total
Uniblacks
Are tinted dark
Unireds
Are contrast, descendants of fire
Uniwhites
The most common, they come bright
Unigreens
Are found on mountains
Living on the trees
Unibrowns
Dwells on caves and underground
Uniblues
Exists on water
And on land they also breaths air
Unicorn, a subject of art
Molded, crafted and painted
Sculptors, painters captured hearts
Weavers do dress Printers printed
They are so well-loved.
[ July 17th, 2005 ]
A Bus Tale
We were worrying
With the amount of money
Brought was not the wrong thing
But that it was lacking
More coins cause the payment
Increased odd by even
But God was good on him
I have here with me
In my bag there is
We must add it twenty
And I have it right
What I have left was five
Bus was slowly moving
Hours passed time exceeding
Add more two
So six hours passed then
Until our town was reached
Fast the time has been
I will count time backward
On this town named Sara
Stops the bus unloading
There were two unhopeful
One was with an instrument
And was being guided
Music he was playing
Other one was begging
One was blind and acting
So those owns the virtue
Of pity and charity
Gives and lost their money
I am now suspecting
Three years passed and still
Them, one old and younger
Same job, same place
Where there are buses stopping
There goes their hunting
Why do not they have relatives?
Or their family
They act like beggars
I should believe?
I do not know
I will just believe that
We must not believe
What we do not know
So we will know when to give
The bus stops again
Outside an old hospital
Rides an old sick woman
She has a towel, wears a hairclip
Same as her daughter
They have pillows
An the color
White with red slight mixture
The bus stops again
Now on town Estancia
Before that, we passed the church
There was a procession
After circling the town
Crossed the church again
Made the bus slow down
Because they were marching
Half of road was crowded
With a sound of sadness
Left road us precede
And it left a trainee
Serving as bus guardian
But because he is lucky
He has made the bus stop
When he reached us near
And his yell
The driver has hear
Laugh us passengers.
Boracay Goodbye
The boat started its engine
And now it was moving
Bade the green trees
And the white sand
And the water
Blue same as the sky
And the travelers
Go bye
The suns rose early
Bags were packed the same day
The gate was opened
Left our dog named y-t
Long was the road
Coiled and twisted
Along the cliffs
Near the seashores
And on mountains
All were excited
The place awaited
Must sleep the tired
But not my father
Cause he is the driver
Joined by my mother
The new were amazed
On grasses and the trees
Invades the rain
But after sometime
Sun has shone again
Pass Aklan
They bought hats
Across the bridge
Passed the time
And here is Caticlan
Unload us
Automobile deposited
Left the van
Brought our baggage
And more packages
Entranced the mother building
The gate to her beloved
Island as her son
Must we pay the fee
So to ride the boat by sea
Waves are splashing
Boat bobs up and down
Over the blue water
Liquid that was crystal clear
And white were the clouds
So blue was the sky
Turn my head
To left and right
See the land
Approaching near
Pass the piled rocks, like caves
There were children jumping
The boat has arrived
Us climb down
We waited
For a known friend
Of my relative
And we rode
To them, we stayed
And after the meeting
And the knowing
Us gone to the beach
Road has small width
Sun was burning
I perspired
At last there was wind
When there are trees above us
Took us a refreshment
After then we settled
On the nearby sand
Others were left under
And the old played cards
And the young undressed
I stood for a walk
And walked and walked
Look at visitors
See paintings
Hanged dresses
And slippers
And many others
Feet became tired
I traced way back
Minutes raced
Soon they have discovered
Card games are treated
Illegally illegal
And should be stopped or else
The ones who refused
Will be fared
Thousands if were caught
And should pay the payment
An hour passed
Photographs were taken
The teens decided
Tour on the sides
We have witnessed
A competition
On body painting
The night kills noon
Took photographs again
Others bought shell jewels
After the group was offered
A dinner
Sun was setting
Rose the moon
A festive banquet
With ocean's seafood
On the beach
There we ate
It was now dark all over
We once had a chance to see
Castles made by hands on sand
There were other shapes and
That was we had seen before
As of now new we have glanced
A different curved
Bodies' exhibition
Those who dared to wear
Sexy trunks exposing
Sides of buttocks both men and women
Those praised them
Proud of their size
He the one who wears a tanga
Shows his back, flashed the cameras
She the one who displayed
Tight the cloth on skin
Pleased the craving viewers
Bulge above and under
Made the audience wander
Ten was coming shortly
Gone us to their house
Tired legs made us lazy
There we slept and rest
Sun has risen
We awaken
They had a plan
Go to Hagdan
Passed us through all stations
I see lots of retail
After noise comes silence
Up the road
And down the uprisings
Gone to another family's home
Whom we took last night's dinner
And again took pictures
After then bade us goodbye
And as we were waiting
Doctor bought the tickets
I shoot the sand and water
And after more minutes
We then board the next boat
This beautiful girl
Looks at me
She fell off
And bumps on me
But I was not gentle
So I could not help her
While she acted falling
And I knew it
I am affirming
She just fell
Without a blockade
And her slippers owns no heel
Hence I conclude
She was only acting
The boat started its engine
And now it was moving
Bade the green trees
And the white sand
And the water
Blue same as the sky
And the travelers
Goodbye
[ July 19th, 2005 ]
Praise the Music
Like Mozart or Beethoven
Use the music as if
Thunder booms and lightning
Whirlwinds, earthquakes dancing
Typhoons movement
Waves turbulent
There is conflict
Up and rising
Go down and smooth
Noise gone peaceful
Greets the soft
Like the green line
Of a living
While the mood
Increased the shaking
The power
Emotion
And the attitude
And further
The motion
Glade of solitude
Variants
Transitions
From etudes
Meets
And occurs
Like a puzzled code
Tune
Melody
Tempo
And harmony
When I hear the music
I was interested
With the tones and pattern
And the notes with rhythm
Complex combinations
And style exhibitions
I praise the composers
Have made masterpieces
And have shared this talent
Great the term denoting their abilities
Wondrous compositions
Outstanding as an orchestra
Astounding when you hear it
Blended percussions
Winds and strings and brasses
These instruments
When mixed melodically
They captured my ears
And I am amazed
This favors gallant grace
There is a tone horrific
And the blue of sadness
A drastic dramatic
Sudden jump of happiness
And they make my heartbeat
Fast or slow romantic
Gifted are those artists
Who binds sounds as one
Sequence balanced unity
That was freely flowing
Very interesting
Picture it creative
They are so inventive
Made me respect it
So here comes the challenge
If others can
Then also I am
I can do it
First stage was a single
Second was the beat
Third and the succeeding
Backgrounds more and even.
The Cyclamen Tree
Frigid was amazed
The lake was crystal clear
And the soil below
Fine as the sand
The water was cold
The soil was colored gold
But when he took a handful
Turns the gold to brown
There came this bird
And it has landed
On the tree
That was near
Then he hears
These ghostly murmurs
He is not alone
Someone's here
And after
The water stir
And the peaceful biome
Of where there are trees
Greets the wind
He was chilling
He was freezing
And as soon he stood
The blue jay hummed
The branches squeak
Then the brown owls shriek
The tree was called
A Cyclamen
Wide the leaves it own
And the little flowers
Buds the night to bloom
And the moon awakens
Gives their pigment gloom
The petals white
Disguised in the light
Cause they looked blue
The bird picks a flower
Through its beak
And it flew on him
The flower was given
The bird has flown away then
Frigid followed it
It has crossed the waterfall
And it disappeared
He was curious
What is behind that wall?
So he went to
As the water
On his shirt
Fell over
He saw a hole
He ducks down
And crawled into
There was a light
He comes out
The glow was never ending
From above until the ground
Black was all around him
He saw the bird over
Flying around the light
And it coiled down
It landed on his hand
And it flew inside the light
Frigid was astounded
The bird had changed
To a ghastly monster
It was lion-headed
With a woman's body
Thick hair body covered
It has tail and wings
It has spoken
The voice was devilish
"If you wanted to get out
Find the key
It has faced its terror
The one who dare
At least be saved
If not devour"
But darkness is all that he can see
"What is the key?
Where is it?" thought Frigid
The creature rewinds
"If you wanted to get out
Find the key
It has faced its terror
The one who dare
At least be saved
If not devour"
"If it has faced its terror
Is this my terror?
So therefore
I am...
I am the key?"
The monster changes
It was forming
Back into a bird
It landed on his shoulder
Light scattered all over
And the whole place
Where there is only darkness
Broken into pieces
Like glasses
It was very bright
Frigid closed his eyes
And opened it
He was in his bed
He raised his head
And looked into the stars
From his window
"Is it true?"
He thought
And he slept.
Geu
The land was located
Northwest in between
Night and dawn was blessed
Cause there grows the plants green
The lake links with Lone Debris
There is a waterfall
Stands the sacred tree
In the middle
And over the falls
There is a body of water
Which encircles
Which provides the matter
It owns the widest forests
It owns the green portal
With the space that was strangest
Differed spoken lingual
There also lives
Living creatures
They looked weird
Big are their statures
With a subtle atmosphere
Loud noise's distiller
It was a paradise
Where the floras and mildew rise
Water reflects none
Filled the longest lake
The gopher enjoys the sun
Healthful air disturbs none the nostril
Gills who own this animal
Swims by the effervesce
On the clearings dwell the cattle
And the predators freely rob a briefcase
Happy are the toads on the pond
Gotian's consume grass on the dale
Phoenixes scored a number from their band
Dwandle's convey to the abundant sanctuary filled gale
Favors the peacefulness
And the noise disposal
Dolefulness eraser that can calm distress
Dominates each owned domicile
The petal, evolving seeds
Emits the most delicate smell
The air was scented
Solemn the scowling scoundrel
The edible fruit displays
The serenity was unselfish
Trees, glooms like varnish
Helpless dragonflies, the hungry slays
The twigs sways
The branches poised
The lightning rolls the film
Here comes the rain.
[ July 23rd, 2005 ]
The Robbed
He was a young man
He was trusting and was cranky
When he was angry
He kicks his horses harshly
He becomes so flighty
Out of tune breaks melody
Explodes the sun on a midday
When a mercenary
Stole his stocks by mystery
He was once a scrawny
As elapsed the cycle of the day
He became so strong and healthy
He owns a smithy
A man solitary
Who owns a territory
Where he has authority
Over herds rule autocracy
He fells an extraordinary
One day
He rode his donkey
He chews a cherry
As he crossed the boundary
Of his land that was lengthy
Flies his right side a canary
Over the climate sunny
On his left grows celery
The road becomes rocky
So proceeds him cautiously
Wind has blown and was chilly
He was riding continuously
When he passes a contrary
He becomes a dandy
She looks like a deity
She was sent, a deputy
To receive something from the dignitary
Clean his face that was dirty
She was dowdy
But her face glooms beautifully
He treats the encounter like destiny
Come! she invites him sexily
Rises ecstasy
She speaks eloquently
She moves gracefully
He perspires increased his energy
He raised her drapery
She uncovers his pride gaudy
Rubs her buttocks hardly
He fells envy
His sword stood and elongates erectly
Pushes his body to her forcefully
She moves seductively
He enters her excretory
He wants to reach extremity
After minutes he moves smoothly and slowly
Swims out his ferry
His sword was in fiery
He feels felicity
He was tired and now was sleepy
On the bed he lies freely
Slept the gentry
She dressed slowly
Continued her hobby
Robbed his money
And his clothes dishonestly
He awakens
He was hanging
On a dead tree
And found out his body
Naked and felt himself so sorry.
The Robber
She was very beautiful
She owns the face
Her eyes can melt a candle
Her caress can ignite the wick
Helpless are those weak
They can be lighted
Results burning
Without an ending
Her voice was air invading
When she sings
Ears are lend
When she talks
Be careful
She posses a crafted body
Confessed the burly
She moves with grace
Men fells in-love with her
She was adored
She was given gifts
The center of attraction
She trap attention
She can capture a many
When the fools are deceived
Comes her talent
Falsely love lies on the bed
And the innocent
Can move like a master
They both explore forests
And the hardened trunk
Greets the inner cave
He travels the flaming gate
She inflicts the heat
His tool becomes helpful
When increased the speed
And the hollow was occupied
They indulge by fire
Arrives friction
Feel liberty
He throbs her back
Down to her butt
As he kiss her lips and stroke
Two sturdy fruits
Submerged the tank deeply
Explodes the lava
Vigorous movements
Fast and ferociously
Reaches the atmosphere
As his milk
Fires off there
He withdraws
Then he sleeps
And the robber
After rubbing
Do the robbing.
[ July 29th, 2005 ]
A Child is Longing
He was in a mansion
He entered a room
There are children
Is it an orphanage?
There are computers
There are vacant ones
He looked to his left
And seen a boy
He was doing something
He was painting
He turned around
Walked straight north
He sees a person
Painting a beautiful scene
And he was amazed
But he could not remember
How the artwork looked like
And the man who made it
Away he had gone
He left
He viewed outside
And from the window
There was another person
He saw a woman
From the next building
Staring through the glass pane
As if she was looking
For someone here
After sometime
There was a feast
I feel the atmosphere
Filled with joy and laughter
The two buildings met
From his
And the lady's
And the children tried
Reaching people
From the other side
I see them hugged
I felt they were longing
For a person who was loving
Who can love
And care for them
I went out this house
And the continuation
Was forgotten.
Several Faces
It makes me proud at times
When faces others own
They can see on me
But when they tell I am
I looked like him or them
They are fooled
At high school
Three faces
The first case
When I am in year first
The person upper
Than my year
Tells
I looked like one
Their classmate Allan
And this teacher
Was also deceived
During an activity
A sport of competing
She was in our team
When others left me
She came
And smiled
Was shocked
And said
Oh no!
Allan it is you!
How are you?
Why youire not studying here anymore?
Where do you study now?
How was school?
My eyebrows only elevated
Bow and nod my head
I am sorry Miss
But I am not Allan
I am your student Dwight, Ma'am.
On my second year and onwards fourth
Whenever they see me
On their front, by side and even by my back
They will pat my shoulder
And greet me as their friend
And have might even punched me
His friend said
When after they will see
I am not him
I only look the same
They will call me Russel
I sometimes also cannot explain
When a person unintentionally
Calls me by that name
Yes, I know him
His friend asked
Have I done my conferencing?
But after when I tell him back
I have not.
He that walked away
Forwards in shame
Third was when I am on year fourth
I now looked like my cousin
Reymund was his name
My classmate she commented
I just looked like him
Now I am on college
Another experience
Year second
I once scanned my artwork
My compact disk was left
The administrator
Told me she forgot
To give me it
Last day I came there
She has forgotten
But I only came back
After two more days
Who was the person who came?
Before the day I came?
First day
That was me
The second day
My mysterious brother
She asked me
Do I have a twin?
I approved and nodded yes
But I do not have
I am not him
I am going to school
I took my breakfast outside
The other fellow spoke
I just have left
She saw me awhile ago
Riding a vehicle to school
I rode away near her
But I am not
She thought it was me
But
Who is the person right now
She was talking to
And see
Inside school's computer lab
It was afternoon
I was busy editing
A matter, something
When someone says
Joey!
Touched me
I looked at him
He found out
I am not him
He said, I am sorry
Cause I am not Joey.
Do I own other's faces?
But I hope
That I will look
More my own self
But of course
If you can see me
I am thankful
If I looked like him
Or the other them
I hope I will look someday
Like an adored star
If it comes one day.