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october 25
7:01am
on a rock, under the sun
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sometimes, there are beautiful little deaths
like sitting on a dead tree, sand-soaked.
bleeding my lips, kissing my kubing
and the waves sang,
solitude solitude solitude…
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there are five white dogs
playing on the fine brown sand,
one with sagging breasts,
and the other four,
just …
oh well,
dogs.
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sailboats look like deliberate leavings,
endless search for meals,
coming home from 10 years of drifting.
and today,
they look like birds that have migrated
and have tried
to swim.
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i let my legs dangle
i let my skin burn a bit
and write names of fishermen i see
from afar:
Manolo
Jose
Pedring
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it’s a morning like this
when i wake up to the sound of the fallen
ipil ipil branches
the smell of cogon huts
and the feel of the seasells
in my fist,
before i throw them one by one,
and memories
of us.
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again and again and again, you make solitude so easy. YOU ARE THE MOST EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT PERSON i have ever met. Napabugal ta gid ka sis 
@ron and ben: salamat
Posted by modernpatadyong at October 26, 2008, 10:46 am
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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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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-
hays… T_T… great narrative poetry. it’s amazing how you’re able to turn simple things into something complex. unfortunately i am not deep enough or smart enought i guess to understand its real meaning… i just love to read your works and get lost in them….
:)
Posted by ron at October 25, 2008, 10:05 am