poetry

It’s really sad when somebody you tried to treasure gives you something unexpected. Last night, I noticed that our pet  was a bit weak from shitting all day. Already fearful that she might die, I just gave her some food and water, then left her in her crib. A few moments later, while lying on the tatami mat I noticed she was crawling towards me and started licking my hand   as though it was her last ardous kiss.

This morning, I found her in her crib, emaciated, and very weak, lying on her side which, she normally doesn’t do. It occurred to me, she might had bid me her last goodbye.

It made me real sad, that my coming baby wouldn’t meet her pet by the time she’s born; it made me sadder still, that eventhough my pet’s a rabbit, she still offers me the fresh anticipation of my soon-to-be born baby…

Puchie, We’re gonna miss you, if you close your eyes one last time…

It’s sometimes really annoying getting DIY cabinets and stuffs like those! Indeed, it’s merely an understatement especially if your DIY’ing it yourself with nobody else’s helping you.

I just finished making our baby’s cabinet from scratch, and one heck of a job it is from decyphering goobledygooky instructions, to finally hammering things to pieces. Ooops, I did made some mistakes myself like, misjudging holes and breaking one screw; (mind, there are no replacement screws and I just wonder if ever do I have to tear it all apart during moving time.)

There is satisfaction however, when you realize that you’re DIY’ing something for someone you love and cherish despite the long tedious hours of doing it; especially doing it for your coming baby!

One thought came to my mind, however, when I was still laboring with my baby’s cabinet; what if you could do a DIY coffin? Kinda gross isn’t it? But there’s really something into it, like doing your last favour for your beloved dead,and also doing your share in helping the environment as the materials themselves are recycled wood and metal.

Economically, this is groundbreaking as you could save enough money from DIY coffins than the conventional ones and ecologically, as I’ve mentioned before, you wouldn’t have to cut trees to make yourself a containment box for your departed, but use recycled boards which are sturdy enough to contain a corpse, and decompose into the soil and make good compost for plants.

DIY cabinets and coffins. Good idea, but how could I market it?

Oh, Bless ABC-5, I have a new thing to RANT About, Philippine Idol; one show which highlights our compatriots’ multifaceted musical talents! But dear readers, please be advised, I’m not one of the millions of semi-vegitated couch potatoes who eagerly awaits the show’s trilling jingles while forgetting the country’s socio-political and economic woes. Bane or boon, I know not, as pop-history dictates, Philippine Idol is all about money through Smart, Globe et al’s  technoligical assistance, txtvotes!

Anyway,  here’s something which would definitely land in one of my favorite raves, Philippine Idiots , Keys Me.

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Happy Singing…

make d parflays dance sylvimousse is Barkley

(Make the fireflies dance, the silver moon is sparkling)

It’s been ages, when I appreciated another girl’s bodice; and for me, my wife is heaven. It’s been said, that after you wear your ring on your left hand, eternity’s bound with you and your partner- and for us, hombres, chicks-a-running after. Shmuck-kinda-life, isn’t it? It’s really hard for our left eyes to sway, but it takes a lot of guts to stay put. Ah life, chicks a-plenty, but they belong to the sewers anyway.

In light of the many perversions and jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it’s not funny, it’s intended to get you thinking. Billy Graham’s daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this happen?" (regarding the attacks on Sept. 11). Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we’ve been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?" In light of recent events…terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O’Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn’t want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school . the Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK. Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn’t spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock’s son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he’s talking about. And we said OK. Now we’re asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don’t know right from wrong, and why it doesn’t bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves. Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW." Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world’s going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send ‘jokes’ through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace. Are you laughing? Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you’re not sure what they believe, or what they WILL think of you for sending it. Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us. Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it… no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don’t sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in .

The metal behemoth touched the long black strip
metal wings glimmering in the moonlight,
with red and blue flashes.

I went down, it’s metal steps,
and went inside the long narrow bowel
and met by a strange talking man.

We come to thailand,
patport and boatingpats ples?

I lit one stick,
In the darkest of nights,
its acrid kisses bring out
hazy pictures of our distant memories.

In its trailing smoke, I reached for you,
in the darkness, I embraced your fairness.
In my mind, danced your songs,
as I breathed in its kisses.

Slowly, a sweet narcosis envelops me,
as my mind is filled with your every detail.
Forgetting all traces of a painful reality,
But behind all its sweetness, lurks the bitter truth;
You’re leagues away from my side.

My smoke slowly turns to ashes;
Along with it, our memories;
And all my desires, and wishes;
it burns away, towards the darkness.

I lit another stick…

Wendy, Wendy, she gave me a thimble;
She held my world and made it crumble.
The tender orb’s icy sheathing starts to melt,
thawed by the enigma’s hearth it felt.

The thimble she gave, it dawned upon me;
makes me wonder will she not, or will she be.
Is she the raison d’etre I’ve long been searching for?
Though one thing’s for certain, her thimble, I’m yearning for more.

Her fairness, her beauty, there’s more from within.
Surpassing even the cherubic vessel she’s in.
Ethereal Perfume, she draws me near;
in the sonorous silence; two hearts twained dear.

She made me, no longer the rougish Peter Pan;
Her thimble transfixed me into a man.
She took me out from Neverland’s imbecile bliss;
But for you to see, Wendy’s thimble is her secret kiss.

Nagkape ako sa tindahan ni Aling Soling.
Nag-sesnaks’t nagyosi;
Nagmuni-muni’t nangarap
na sana, di natigil ang pagmamahalan namin
ni Inday.

Sa may kalayuan, me dumarating;
kasama ng mga indak ng mga mata
ng mga Undong nagsisipagtambayan, si Tisay.

Hinahagkan-hagkan ng Haring Araw ang kanyang
kayumihan.
At si hangin, di nakapagpigil
niyakap ang kanyang balingkinitang bewang.
Na-alala ko tuloy ang boteng Kok ng panahong,
dekada Otsenta.

Ang Ala-ala namin ni Inday, unti-unting naglaho.
Lumipad patungo sa himpapawid, kasama ng mga usok
na nanggaling sa yosing aking hinigop-higop.

Si Tisay, O si Tisay, sadyang malapit na
sa aking tabi.
Si Junyor na sobrang mabilis, ang jintoldog na
si Junyor, di na mapilit, tumayo.

"Deym, she’s so priti!"
ang sigaw ng balun-balunan kong nagtitimpi.
Tumakbo ang aking mga mata’t sinabayan ang alon
ng kanyang magandang katawana at ang hugis ng kanyang
mga burol.

"WOW LEGS!" ang sigaw ng naglalaway kong mga labi.
"She meyd my pingers so igsayted and deyr so noti,
dat dey meyd Gardyan Injil meyd tapon di kopi and
meyd paso di hand whits held dem."

Aray! At ako’y nabalik sa katotohanan,
Ano ba itong misteryong uma-aligid?
Bakit me tatlong bundok sa gitna ng mga legs
ni Tisay?

Peste’t, pambihira at anak ng Teteng!
Ang mga Sekretong nagtatago sa gitna ng mga legs
ay putsa, ang sekretong, "WOW EGGS!"