hurt ... bleeding ... wallowing
self encased
pity
shuddering ... shaking like
leaf at sight of
perpetual fall
all's bleak, black and serene
no hushed movement nor
trampling in the undergrowth
stripped of all glory
awaiting the sight
of falling leaves.
-- 09/08/1998
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Sticky sugar violently stirred round and round the couldron ... flames gnashing at the pit cooking the dark brown concoction into perfection. A definite Filipino dessert. Kalamay-hati ... like my words, my offering of odes and prose to the world ... my eclat, my voice of triumph and desolation ...
LUNANGON
There's a lot of things to know .. as there's a lot of things to be changed. A passive mind needs to be de-constructed. Apathy needs to be torched. To know is to transform. And to write is already to choose which side you want to be on.
