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08/29/08

 

 

desert flowers- Alindog

 

 

 

 

There’ve been so many times

 

I wish to stop the trains

 

Wish to look at the sky and ask for rain

 

There’ve been so many times

 

Wish to see your face

 

from the blur of the crowd

 

But I failed,

 

I drowned, so drowned

 

 

 

 

 

But tonight, there are no stars

 

we are wishes

 

We’re two hands catching the rain

 

 two hearts counting the city

 

We’re two  tired souls,

 

Fishes in the sky, desert flowers

 

Desert flowers

 

 

 

 

There’ve thousand mornings

 

I thought you passed by

 

Been thousand mornings

 

you’ve lost your path crying

 

And your steps brought you Here,

 

beside me, but I was wrong so wrong

 

 

 

 

There has been brokenness

 

We’re empty cups filled with wind

 

I won’t ask why you’re here

 

Your eyes tell my tales, yes they do

 

And my arms are yours too

 

 

 

 

 

There’ve been many times and now I stop the trains

 

Now I see your face,

 

Bleed with this song for it’s the end

 

Of wailing tired, waiting bruised….

 

 

 

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Posted by modernpatadyong at 10:07:00 | permalink

Previous Comments

Arabo kamusta? :D Delete your blogs every time you want, I will wait for your words, your soulful artistry. Ara ka sa linkroll ko ha.

Posted by blu at August 29, 2008, 10:32 am

Gakanta ka pa gid gali? Dreamy song. mp3 please! If you want to sing for a crowd, e-mail me. hehehe.

Posted by blu at August 29, 2008, 10:49 am

gosh…you must be kidding me?!!! that was a really emotional and artistic drawing… ang hirap kaya magpaint using watercolor. bravo!

Posted by roneiluke at August 29, 2008, 6:47 pm

my fave writer is back! super fan mo ko tin! especially now that i found out that you are a songwriter-musikera. keep on posting pls!

Posted by christy at August 30, 2008, 12:13 pm

seriously, i love this. ♥

Posted by coriander at August 30, 2008, 6:46 pm

Owww goosebumps. I never knew you could sing so well! Dammit!!! I am loving it here.

Posted by maurya at September 4, 2008, 10:16 am

@blu: tago mo blog mo haw? imbayt mo ko magbasa ha? :) pang kilid-kilid level lang ko mig. salamat sa offer. ;) i did it my waaaay!

@ christy: haha. asa ka sa cebu? wa jud ko kahibalo kung ngano nakaadto ka dinhi, sa akong payag. (lousy binisaya…) TT dili ko musikera oi. maulaw ta ana.

Posted by modernpatadyong at September 4, 2008, 9:45 pm

@coriander: lami imong boses oi. listened to it sa imong usa ka post ;) thanks kim ha!

@ron: click the photo :D

@maurya: well. haha. i want to have the voice of Tom Waits. ;) ei razor queen, thanks for everything.

Posted by modernpatadyong at September 4, 2008, 9:48 pm

kristin, ang ganda nman nito. alam mo ang tagal ko hindi nabuksan ang blog mo. salamat at narito na uli.

Posted by eli at September 10, 2008, 2:10 pm

@eli: thanks eli. yun ay panahon ng kabilugan ng buwan :D

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Posted by Mulberry Outlet at December 8, 2011, 2:32 pm

siya

 

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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.

 

sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.

 

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 poetry as visual art

 powets do kick ass

 iPud (ako, too)

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and this. a proof that:

how you see LIFE is how

you actually see YOUR self.


 

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maddening spurt:

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 “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

 

-Jack Kerouac-