Wednesday, November 30th, 2005
SKIPI!!!! TRIPPAN JUD TAKA..ERASE THE HAT AND THE ONE LENGTH HAIR ..AND MA BALD NI SI JOHNNY DEPP DANI..MURAG IKAW KUNG MAHUBOG…YAH, IM SERIOUS…
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Archive for November, 2005
for the my holy wine
Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005case of you by tori amos
Just before our love got lost you said
"I am as constant as the northern star"
And I said, "Constantly in the darkness
Where’s that at
If you want me I’ll be in the bar"
On the back of a cotton coaster
In the blue T.V. screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice
"I am as constant as the northern star"
And I said, "Constantly in the darkness
Where’s that at
If you want me I’ll be in the bar"
On the back of a cotton coaster
In the blue T.V. screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice
In my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Well, I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I’m frightened by the devil
And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid
I remember that time you told me
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
‘Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
My blood
My holy wine
Tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said, "Go to him, stay with him
But be prepared to bleed"
My blood
My holy wine
Tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
Virtual Boy
Tuesday, November 15th, 2005(for dexter quijano)
dear partner,
if paintings were poems
and pictures were books
you and I
would be like the high tide waves
scratching ever sand in the shore
dear partner,
if movies were words
and songs were letters
you and I
would be like a fairytale
with an exagerrated ending
dear partner,
if touch were not romance
and words were,
you and I
would be in an unending cycle
of happy routines
and less despare
like a hich school seatmate
Tuesday, November 15th, 2005if I would sing a song for you
it would not be pop
it would not be rock
it would be a guitar rythm of a high achool band
cause you are like a high school seatmate
who stiffen with the smell of my dainty cologne
it would not be pop
it would not be rock
it would be a guitar rythm of a high achool band
cause you are like a high school seatmate
who stiffen with the smell of my dainty cologne
if I would dance for you
it would not be martae’s
it would not be madonna’s
it would be like the lilies of the choir
with baskets and offering
and flowers like halos
in my high school friday mass
like a high school seatmate, you!!
like a high school seatmate, you!!
you are a convent but you are not god
you are a meditation that I so long
you are the peace of mind in my yoga practices
like a high chool seatmate
who secretly scribble notes on my notebook
and connt my dirty mistakes
and make sure I do not get caught by our grumpy old maid teacher
like a high school seatmate
just a passing in my mind
but the reason why I passed math
the diary that I never kept
the diary that I knew would never be read
like a high school seatmate
who finds me in the internet
and calls me all those stupid ex-names
that chose to forget
like a high school seatmate
with a whole new attitude
with a whole new face
and tells me a secret I could not embrace
if I would write apoem for you
it would not be angsty
it would not be happy
it would be just like this
tormented but a piece of jewelry
