Not that I take refuge on this shadowy bend..
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
Note:
Maaaring walang kwenta ang tulang yan sa mga babasa pero para sa akin isa yan sa obra ko. 
Tutal napadaldal na lang din ako, bigla lang dumampi sa malikot kong imahinasyon; Artists are of 2 kinds. MALALIM at MABABAW. Sya yung malalim, ako yung mababaw. Haha! SYa yung type na huhukay at huhukay to get something out of an obra. The problem is, hinukay nya yung ginawa ko not knowing na hindi ko naman ito ibinaon.
Enjoy the bits and pieces of me.
" Why did you stop?."
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Sagot naman ng dakilang ama, " Bakit may mga tao na pangarap maging doktor, may pera para tustusan ang pag aaral, pero kahit anung pilit ay hindi maging doktor? Dahil anak, hindi nila kapalaran maging doktor. " Hindi na ako umimik. Hindi dahil talo ako, ( Okay nmn yung argumento ko, kahit sang husgado ay apaglaban ko yun.) kundi dahil TAMA sya. TAMA sya kasi hindi ako naging Piyanista kahit gustong gusto ko.. kahit na nag enroll pa ako sa META ng piano lesson na ang mga klasmeyt ko ay pre-schoolers. Hindi ako naging Piyanista.
Anung tagal nya bumaba, madami pa nakapila. 
jowk!
" Eating a dandelion- Herman Dune,Suburbs With You
Come 'ere baby
You know you drive me up the wall
the way you make good on all the nasty tricks you pull
Seems like we're makin' up more than we're makin' love
And it always seems you got somthin' on your mind other than me
Girl, you got to change your crazy ways
You hear me
Say you're leavin on a seven thirty train
and that you're headin' out to Hollywood
Girl you been givin me the line so many times
it kinda gets like feelin bad looks good
That kinda lovin'
Turns a man to a slave
That kinda lovin'
Sends a man right to his grave
chorus
I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy
You turn it on
Then you're gone
Yeah you drive me
Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
What can I do, honey
I feel like the color blue. . .
You're packin up your stuff and talkin like it's tough
and tryin to tell me that it's time to go
But I know you ain't wearin' nothin' underneath that overcoat
And it's all a show
That kinda lovin'
Makes me wanna pull
Down the shade, yeah
That kinda lovin'
Yeah, now I'm never gonna be the same
chorus
I'm losin my mind, girl
'Cause I'm goin' crazy
I need your love, honey
I need your love
Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
I'm losin my mind, girl
'Cause I'm goin' crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
You turn it on, then you're gone
Yeah you drive me
headbang! =))
ate Heidz and Jean
When love beckons to you, follow her,
This definition of laminin is from: http://www.fasebj.org/cgi/content/abstract/4/2/148Now tell me that our God is not the coolest!!! Amazing.
The glue that holds us together....ALL of us....is in the shape of the cross.
Immediately Colossians 1:15-17 comes to mind.
'He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation.
For by him all things were created; things in heaven and on earth , visible and invisible,
whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities;
all things were created by him and for him.
He is before all things,
and in him all things HOLD TOGETHER. '
Colossians 1:15-17
” I don’t just like you. I love how the oasis sprouts amidst this desert in harmony with your giggles and laughters. Yeah, maybe I love you and until I have figure out the depths of it yet, will you be mine? “
Aw. Sometimes I despise how the forebrain do some playbacks.
:(
Spending hours outside just trying to regroup all of the thoughts that were there before. I found out how many I had sacrificed. We forget things. We forget feelings. We forget memories. Until someone or something comes along and reminds us. Everytime it would rain, no matter what I was doing, or who I was with…I ran. I ran outside and sacrificed myself to every drop. I didn’t realize how long it had been until that day. That day months later, when I ran outside. I was playing dress up, nearly 18 yrs. old, and wanted to be the leaf, the sponge, the blade of grass, the flower, the landing pad for every drop of rain the clouds were willing to part with. I miss those days. I’ve missed so many of those raindrops in the past few months.
If only we could make the time to look for a four leaf clover, turn over a rock to see what’s under it or just lay back on a warm day and look for shapes in the clouds….. but to be a child again and face those teenaged years?. errr…
Then again perhaps the raindrops that I so eloquently speak of are fleeting glimpses of the heaven that is to come, (after we are very old) when we become like children again.
I guess until then we should make the time, watch for rain, and be ready to run outside. Until then…
If the mind forgets, does the heart forget too? Or will the soul remember everything and plant each scene in the heart along with the feelings that ceased to exist when the memory cells die down?
If the soul forgets and the mind deteriorates, will the heart keep all the memories unshattered or flash scenes like the blue sky’s reflection against the cascading waters?
If the heart forgets and the soul is trapped into nothingness, can the mind still define the coexistence of eros and psyche? or are these two destined to exist to be extinct?
How will you keep the fire burning when Zypherus blows its cold sweet kisses amidst the heat of the midday sun?
How does it feel to be totally forgotten and yet be the one who remembers everything? …
-mynameiskaren-
