Tuesday, June 3, 2008

"someday"


sometimes, somedays don't come.
and the dreams of a future we dreamed yesterday
become the dreams of what could have been today;
i do not want to live a life of could-have-beens.



(epiphany 03jun08)

Thursday, May 15, 2008

epolsos


sa pagtatapos nagsisimula
ang paglimot ng pagmamahal.
naghihintay,
maghihintay...

sa pagpanaw ng lumbay,
sa pagpawi ng buhay,
sa katapusan ng kahapon,
hanggang ang bukas ay ngayon.



(epiphany 15may08... epekto ng pagpupuyat at pagtetext hanggang madaling araw. hanapin na lamang ang ibig sabihin ng "applesauce" dahil ito'y tugmang tugma sa naisulat.)

Monday, May 5, 2008

dumaluan


sa bawat pag halik ng alon sa pisngi ng dalampasigan, dinig mo ba ang hinagpis ng pusong pagod nang maglakbay? dama mo pa ba ang haplos ng alaala ng dumaang kalungkutan? at handa ka na bang muling mabuhay sa mundong minsan akala mo'y nawalan na ng sayasay?



(epiphany 05may08)

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

in waking's wake


are daybreak’s dewdrops
morning mist melting singed by sunshining?
or a toddler’s tears trickling at dawn-dream’s dying?



(epiphany 19mar08)

Monday, March 17, 2008

ephemeros


the mind fails; the heart forgets.
memory fades.

that is why beauty,
in its shape-shifting uniqueness,
must be chased and cornered and captured at the crossroads of circumstance and coincidence
at first chance...








because the first chance may be the only chance.


and though what is held captive is but a shadow of beauty,
an echo of perfection,
it will linger—
like the words and melody of a song last heard—
not forever, perhaps,
but longer than morning mist and memory.




(captured 13mar08 at 5:43, 5:52, 5:58, 6:06, 6:11; and 5:44)
(epiphany 17mar08)

Thursday, March 13, 2008

waking


scorched by the sun’s touch at break of day,
the vampire retreats into nothingness…
leaving behind dewdrops and birdsong.
and sand.
and half-forgotten remembered images.



(epiphany 13mar08)

Saturday, March 8, 2008

μ


are forgotten memories of moments shared still worth keeping? to be treasured still and savored alone like fine dandelion wine at sunset? or should they be swept away into infinite insignificance like cobwebs on the ceiling and dreams before waking?



(epiphany 8mar08)