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
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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.
