graffiti beyond a wall
Mar 15, 2006
In a back street where the fire escapes faced east, was the site of one of Rashada's underground masterworks of art. On a wall between a stall selling second-hand clothes, fantastic finds for less than half the price, and a meal shop serving a specialty beef stew, was a mural etched at night. One morning, a homeless scavenger, dressed in rags and dirt, woke up to behold an image that took her to an abandoned field of grass and wildflowers. Off to one side was a dead car, rusting away, looking like the discarded shell of a turtle who has decided to dance around naked after all.
Rumor of this spray painting rippled across Rashada. There was a reward awaiting the creator of the piece, but nobody has claimed it, and the mystery continued.
For the first week after its appearance, the people of Rashada flocked to the back street with a forgotten name -the street sign has long been ripped from its post and nobody has yet invented a name for it- to view the marvel for themselves and satisfy their curiosity. This was to the great benefit of the sellers of clothes and the makers of beef stew, they profited greatly from that week.
Nobody may have noticed, but the vagrant girl who first beheld the painting on the wall was never seen again.
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Roll the Dice
Dec 7, 2005
I.
Words
are faces in the dark
Voices
we like to hear
II.
The sky
is empty
but for shades
of blue
the last cloud
has just
evaporated
III.
This was a dream.
A cross
Between
elephant
and
piglet
A herd of these
curious creatures
chasing
each other in a meadow
of blue
grass
IV.
There are places
few visit
Never knowing that
it's worth it
Take time to find
the color
of the sky
Take time to know
the forest
before it dries
V.
wonder
old tress
reaching
straight for the sky
VI.
In the pine forest
roots
bulge out of the ground
like veins
Calling to crows
flying above
the trees
The sky is hidden
shadows lengthen
Twilight
is the crack
between the worlds
VII.
Dances with shadows
Feasts with crows
What
is the question
of the
answer
nobody knows?
IX.
Life is cheap
in the belly
of the beast
piling up situations
for a stellar
funeral fire
Why so hungry
for oblivion?
But first,
one last war.
X.
When wishes
were easier to come by
and the world of man
has not yet begun
to narrow
Granted by time warp
Guided by memory
Seconds
and firsts
slip away in constant stream
The future,
an oncoming rush
or an ordered meal?
Shadows
dance in candlelight
when you're not looking.
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greet the morning
Nov 22, 2005
on a sea blue sky
half ripe
and half hidden
clouds
like mountains
seen beneath
the waves
echoes
of butterflies in flight
there are other ways
than the beaten path
birds sing
for the song
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the reason for eyes
Aug 24, 2005
that words
can never be enough
to describe
the sky
i am witnessing
at this moment
clouds
dancing
shapeshifting
and blue
the bluest sky
i am left standing
on a tree
wind blowing
through my skin
staring
for as long as i can
discovering
the reason i have eyes
drinking
all i can hold
for soon this moment will be memory
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koan
Aug 8, 2005
is not high.
the ocean is not deep.
the world
is flat.
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shell
Jul 27, 2005
rusting away
in an abandoned field
of grass
and wildflowers
looking like
the discarded
shell
of a turtle
who decided
he would much rather
dance around naked
after all
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Flint
Jun 29, 2005
"Flint! There you are you silly funk!" exclaimed Dandelion with delight, entering the sitting room, hands full with two glasses of dreamwine. "They're missing you by the pool. Come on, enjoy yourself. It's a full moon party after all, where's the moon in this room? I swear you're so shy." Dandelion said, stringing the words so that Flint had no chance to argue.
"I'm not shy.." mumbled Flint, getting up to follow her. Smiling, he snuffed the candles with a thought on his way out.
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no reason just rhyme
Jun 28, 2005
makes you run faster
everything you've ever known
disappearing like a feather blown
troubled by little
random thoughts in a bottle
lunatic clutching a silver spoon
wrapped in visions of the moon
too much for telling
too loud for yelling
coffee smells
and river spells
wolverine and bambi
sharing biscuits an tea
that's all folks...
for now.
egg yolks...
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a tree over a pool
Jun 27, 2005
almost neon
from a tree
with broad leaves
in an enchanted garden
standing over a pool
for swimming
for dreaming
crystal
tranquil
clear
and from the neon tree
dive into the pool
where it is cool
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a question; isang tanong
Jun 24, 2005
paano mo babaguhin ang mundo kung hindi mo mabago ang iyong sarili?
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