dismal
friday afternoon as counting
the hours ...
tic
toc -- says the clock
nibbling at
my eyelids
closing in ptotic state
like curtains after the first
half of this 10 part play
TGIF is so over-rated
i maintain, but
letters need to be
supplied
to splash the
emotions we
harbor
within ...
Friday, March 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Farmers marching towards Manila
Farmers .. tillers of my land
far away on
the move, marching
chanting their voice hoarse
trying to crack the glass
heavens for genuine change
and peace that is so
elusive in the present dictatorial
regime of the puppet
president
glued to the boob tube
wishing I am home
the great multitude of my
people raising their angry fists
defying the State that's never
for them ... for their children
and my own ... for all brown skinned
indios, peasants, proletariats
and the working class ... wherever we
may be ...
the doll with the throbbing black mole
must be brought dowN
rey
far away on
the move, marching
chanting their voice hoarse
trying to crack the glass
heavens for genuine change
and peace that is so
elusive in the present dictatorial
regime of the puppet
president
glued to the boob tube
wishing I am home
the great multitude of my
people raising their angry fists
defying the State that's never
for them ... for their children
and my own ... for all brown skinned
indios, peasants, proletariats
and the working class ... wherever we
may be ...
the doll with the throbbing black mole
must be brought dowN
rey
Thursday, January 14, 2010
rice 1
Remembering I used
to eat rice every single
morning, as bright tropical
sun start to peek at the
horizon, as there is NO excuse
whatsoever .. as rice equates to
strength and vigor
to carry me through that particular
day as in rice and dried fish, or
rice and egg, or rice and slippery
vegetables termed as "laswa" or
even rice with shrimp
anything as there MUST
be rice at the dining table
before I explode and run
to catch the jeepney to
school in the middle of the city ...
I feel sleepy in the subway train
this morning as the steel hollow vessels
lumber through he cavernous tracks
I actually caught a few minute catwinks!
I wonder if the bread got something to
do with it .... or my body craving for rice ...
January 14, 2010
(NYPH-Cornell Library before going to F10 to work)
to eat rice every single
morning, as bright tropical
sun start to peek at the
horizon, as there is NO excuse
whatsoever .. as rice equates to
strength and vigor
to carry me through that particular
day as in rice and dried fish, or
rice and egg, or rice and slippery
vegetables termed as "laswa" or
even rice with shrimp
anything as there MUST
be rice at the dining table
before I explode and run
to catch the jeepney to
school in the middle of the city ...
I feel sleepy in the subway train
this morning as the steel hollow vessels
lumber through he cavernous tracks
I actually caught a few minute catwinks!
I wonder if the bread got something to
do with it .... or my body craving for rice ...
January 14, 2010
(NYPH-Cornell Library before going to F10 to work)
Friday, December 4, 2009
perfect day
Perfect day to kick the dark clouds
to snuff the melancholia that
forever bound me .. of the pelting
drops of gray rain so heavy it's like
the entirety of Hoover Dam ...
The will to write so willfully
and embrace the emerging rosy
dawn of relative lightness ... it just
can not rain all the time in the
orb of my being ...
I open the door ...
and take a peek outside
raising my banner on this
red-letter day
of transformation.
12/04/2009
to snuff the melancholia that
forever bound me .. of the pelting
drops of gray rain so heavy it's like
the entirety of Hoover Dam ...
The will to write so willfully
and embrace the emerging rosy
dawn of relative lightness ... it just
can not rain all the time in the
orb of my being ...
I open the door ...
and take a peek outside
raising my banner on this
red-letter day
of transformation.
12/04/2009
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