period.
its the end of a sentence
of a feeling
of being lost
the close
but not the closure
just the period.
but when i couldnt
put a thought to paper
i spill ink on it
then it becomes
a period.
a line.a nonesense
line like stain on a shirt.
like the stain on maria
when u under her skirt.
like righteousness
hypocrites
scrutinize things not
their way
cold righteousness
when
beside my bed i pulled her
foot by mine
and with a cold period she pulled
out.cold heart.
cold dogmatic heart
like those who ended up ball wombed.
like a period a death
then a kiss of last night
this a line.
then time when goodbyed
then a choice not to mistake again.
again.again.like a line.
but still a period.a period
short gap between u and me
that even time cannot end.
memories.a period on it.

on a
sober
dawn
the bottle
collapses
the bottles born on
a vein fence the yelllow
ticks the yellow bends fire
breath skins tears the eyes
mirrors gone sole need repent
if this lence can capture soul
looms around if this pen can
word the mystery of death if the
bubbles on the lips taste honey if the
tea can taste coffee there is no again.
if I can bottle you on every beer

its been so long since i've written a real entry in this blog. some of them were just poems for someone and someplace i've been and i cannot forget. now i'm willing to share waht has happened for the past days. perhaps those that i can only remember. the most recent is my visit to cagayan. it was a short moment but it last as if a prickle of tale told to a two year old enthusiast. first, i arrived in the city with a hiss of vapor.it was already dawn. tank tops women still roled on their honeys while i pay twice the bill of a normal fair to reach my house. dad welcome me and my sister with half a yawn and excitement. he gave the bed for us to sleep in while he cradled his way to a to another available sleeping place. part of me was guilty for diturbing his sleep.part of me want to talk to him. on that morning...we had the usual coffee and breakfast...it was not a bountiful breakfast...just the usual eggs, rice and dried fish....even though that was a simple break of day.i was happy because finally i had eaten a home made food. we must understand that the city where i came from to study served me a slim time and chance to cook such delights a nd offered me alot of carinderia foods and instants...... anyway. i also went to limketkai to meet tha table tennis players. at first, i was very angry because i couldnt find the venue of the tournament. the mall has been renovated so that it became so big and inconvenient for an occasional visitor like me. little di i know that i was just roming around the top of what was known to be the venue of the t.t. tournament i met mmy friends their. i cheered for them.. i was so happy....(save me for not mentioning the names of these friends) during that evening, we went to butchers best where we ate dinner...talked crap and then save our energies for tomorrows events. the day after, i also went to the tournament....i was suppose to meet my other friends but time was little so we agreed to meet for the next day... it was ok. because i met another close friend of mine as we watched a contest. it hit me that time that i am quite regretful for not studying in davao. i should have joined the many exciting vent that occur there.like the cheering and most of all the dance sport. even if i taught that dance in davao and luckily won a price, i am still excited to dance it myself with this very good partner. but its ok....things like this happen. i have to give up something good to receive something better. perhaps for starters i have to accept new things just the i did when i hustly transferred to cagayan.its called adapting perhaps i tell myself that it is easier to adapt to a new environment given my age as an early adult. however, i can not deny to accpet that i also have diffuculty. this is in the field of making the right choices...decisions and moves. sometimes, childish things draw me away from who i am but draw me back to grow and accept mistakes. its more of that....philosophical i think. anyway...i met my other close friends that night. my high skul batch...i was so happy to see them. even if for a short while.it wasnt really part of that days plans to meet them however they called to i was obliged not to hurt their feeling and mine. anyway. we met and had dinner. it was fun having to talk about sem break plans and all. and elude from the things we did before...its more of a new thing and college mentality this time and i'm glad that they have slighty grown yet it was obviouse that they curiousty on new things wilder them. i'm still happy that i met them in anyway....its amazing how time makes everything new....... we had fiesta the ff. day. my relatives visited...i was so happy to be able to mingle with them with only a slight indifference of seeinng them and a member of my family fight again. it was relaxing alas. of course i coiuldnt erase the fact of awkwardness but atleast we mingled well compared to previouse days when one of the family member, who was not around, starts a argument. anyway....i met my block friends that afternoon...and i was so glad to see them...they were blooming. growing...and i could see that they somehow see life in a different perspective now. it was nice....we went to that mall....talked about life. and revealed experiences.....we had a photo....rome around....it was there when i saw bamboo.i walked fast to be standing beside his left shoulder.he was tall a nd simple....white shirt,shorts and slippers...ira was there with his cool hat and amazing vintage get up. my twin ask for an autograph...sigh.... anyway.i bade goodbye to my friends and joined my table tennis friends in s.m...busug//busug...........after that we went home....the next day...i spent it talking to my father about everything possibel.future plans and school plans and all....i was so glad to hear stories form him about his childhood. that was the first time. the next day...he escorted us to the terminal and we went back to davao. i was inspired during my trip...i remeber many memories and stories and revelations from my friend. and this.....well....another....perhaps i was manhid and all...perhaps i slighty showed thesame affections...perhaps signs were possible but i just flip it away...thats ok...when i would come back...i'm finally gona relate with it given a bigger time.... well....i had agreat time. even with less money.hehe...i was able to have my day. anyway...forgive me for writing a sabog this again...i really hate to edit my blogs...i want everything written raw.from what comes in my mine at the time of memory. thanks and mwa