1st Dream Wall

Posted: May 12, 2011 in Our Lesson for Today

I am sitting under the moonlight bay, enjoying the soothing calmness of the night while listening to Petula Clark’s “Downtown”. The irony of the music and the scene suggests that I am experiencing the best time of my life~~~with my lovely wife and healthy children, stable and booming career, fat bank accounts, nice car and a room full of my favorite books to complete my coffee and cigarette breaks.

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Is it time yet?

Posted: February 12, 2011 in Uncategorized

I am wondering why I am now so into social networking sites and stay up to four in the morning answering and initiating chats and status updates. I never was like this before. I remember, I would sleep before the clock strikes nine and make myself ready for school as early as six. But this time it seems the world turns completely in a circle. I hope I can remediate this thing before it becomes worse. So now, I will stop.

This is the comeback!

Posted: February 6, 2011 in Uncategorized

I’ve been a while from this page for quite a long time. I do not know exactly how I decided to end and take a rest but for sure my comeback was made because of a sudden request. I don’t have supporters here or fans. My skills I now are getting into pieces and I need it so pretty bad to put them to puzzle again. I have been distracted, maybe by the demands what this new environment has been offering me. I got no guts to show assertion. I just have to go with the flow.

This past few months that I’ve been for a while was dedicated so solely to the people whom I considered promising. Promising because they are those people whom I know can move mountains and rock oceans, but they were never given the opportunity and the necessary amount of preparation and power to do so. In fact I am wondering how this came to be because all I know, they came from what should be the very basic of all.

Enough blabbering

This come back is dedicated to my students whom I considered to be the greatest masterpiece I am still working on. I believe in them, and I pray that God will enlighten other teachers who do not consider them that way. They could become somebody if these teachers would just consider them to be.

Enough blabbering Part II

Last night I dreamed about me getting a haircut from someone I do not know. Of course, our dreams will provide us with random people and then put them as characters in your blurry and cliff-hanging dreams. I did not expect that that dream will be remembered because I thought that was just so ordinary and…random. But I tried to google what does that dream mean. I was getting a haircut and suddenly by accident or whatever, the person gave me a skinhead look that of course stun every person who knows that I just wear a 3-inch hairstyle. Never was, the interpretation given to me was: “You are in great dilemma. This is the time when you feel so low and unworthy.” After all these years? I never imagined that I will feel this way. I have been blessed with a very loving family and I am firmly believing that they love me so much. I have friends who treat me just like their little brother or older, for that matter, and I never felt betrayed by someone. Well, maybe they do but I am just so innocent about what betrayal means. I am vulgar and upright when I deal with my friends. I speak my mind and I know how crooked my ideas were, they respect that. I got a job and I am loving it. That was I guess the greatest thing I should be proud of – the love for my work. It feels like I am breeding a new set of company owners, business tycoons, dignified public servants, dedicated teachers and compassionate nurses. Very reassuring! And why does this dream would be interpreted that way? Is it a warning sign or the deepest analysis of what my being is all about? Whatever that would be, God is watching over me. I know that!

So let us end up with the latest news I got. Someone has a big time secret, and I am lucky I know about that. Is it an advantage to know that? or it is just another illusion so that I can see things clearly. My mind wanders about the truth behind it but it speaks so strong. I can’t hold my breath to undermine what does that secret would want to tell me. Ahhh….I know, I should moderate my alcohol so that I would not end up revealing my secrets like her.

hala!
sige
manok
parapit.


panamit
anay
sa
bubod
para
si
nanay

mahapos

ang

pagkuyampad
sa
paglagas.
way
timo
don
it
inug
dalagan;
bug-at
imo
busong.
sigurado
gid
sabaw
kag
ugbos
ka
katumbal,

karon.

ga
gata
duman
agtang
ni
uwaw
ka
balhas

sa
mainit
nga
sabaw.
sige
manok,
ka-on
ka lang.

pabusog

ka lang.

Pagkatapos bugtaw…

Papag bukbukon

Banig lusbuton

Moskitero yab-ukon

Ulunan gisi-on

Maturog ka’ pa?

Kan-on bungahon

Lab-as nga lub-ukon

Laswa nga dunglayon

Tubig nga lagtukon

Mamahaw ka’ pa?

Libro anayon

Nutbok baratuhon

Gunting bingawon

Maestro nga harapon

Maskwela ka’ pa?

Natapos ang adlaw.

Bwas…

Mabugtaw ka’ pa?

LAST GODS -Galway Kinnel

Posted: July 4, 2010 in Uncategorized

She sits naked on a rock
a few yards out in the water.
He stands on the shore,
also naked, picking blueberries.
She calls. He turns. She opens
her legs showing him her great beauty,
and smiles, a bow of lips
seeming to tie together
the ends of the earth.
Splashing her image
to pieces, he wades out
and stands before her, sunk
to the anklebones in leaf-mush
and bottom-smile- -the intimacy
of the visible world. He puts
a berry in its shirt
of mist into her mouth.
She swallows it. He puts in another.
She swallows it. Over the lake
two swallows whim, juke, jink,
and when one snatches
an insect they both whirl up
and exult. He is swollen
not with ichor but with blood.
She takes him and sucks him
more swollen. He kneels, opens
the dark, vertical smile
linking heaven with the underearth
and licks her smoothest flesh more smooth.
On top of the rock they join.
Somewhere a frog moans, a crow screams.
The hair of their bodies
startles up. They cry
in the tongue of the last gods,
who refused to go,
chose death, and shuddered
in joy and shattered pieces,
bequeathing their cries
into the human mouth. Now in the lake
two faces float, looking up
at a great maternal pine whose branches
open out in all directions
explaining everything.

MOONBURN -Laura H. Kennedy

Posted: July 4, 2010 in Uncategorized

I like my body when you hover over me
in this fragile darkness
It is as if the moon lingers above in sweet,
suspended honey
lighting the empire of flesh
the garden of wild roses
that makes up
us together.
it is the richness of your lips
as they descend towards me;
I open to you like the petals of a rose
when you tell me
of moonburn in whispers with your
eyes;
we tremble like fading galaxies wrapped in silk,
like wind in leaves under
a fading moon.