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poetryinmotion
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Country: Philippines
Birthday: 9/18/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: could u teach me some moves?
Expertise: arts, graphic arts, martial art, art of love, art of beauty, music, writing, paper folding, an engineer of life,
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Engineering
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AIM:  poetryinmotion4k
Member Since:
5/26/2002
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Before...brunch..i usually find myself looking back on the year behind, telling myself how it went, and this and that...and well, it was good...and i'll spare the details on another year on my life..
looking forward to the year and the life ahead...just a few more goals
- no more blackouts
- gain another 10- 15 lbs (all muscle baby!)
- another large percentage gain on the yearly income
- finish more things i've started
- stay in better contact
- keep life interesting
there's a lot of traveling going on this year for me. Chicago, North Carolina, anywhere else (anyone down for road tripping) ? And all these weddings, babies new lives..its best to look forward.
2008, good numbers for me. and hopefully good numbers for everyone else. Happy new year all
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| i've been feeling so bleh lately...
So lets change the mood a little. Everyone's been asking me about my love-life lately, seeing that my friends and my brother are already popping out kids. Its true i'm not getting any younger...and maybe..like the olden days i think i need a little more romance in my life again.
therefore....
I wrote/remade/performed this quite a few moons ago. (and i got pretty happy at the thought of sharing it again)
i gave OPP...(other peoples poems) that pinoy twist...enjoy -= )
say baby, can i be your strings
i got to admit girl
you're the shit girl
i'm diggin that song you sing
now do they call you nightengale of the garden of eden?
or maybe queen of ten thousand melodies?
sister to the harmonic hypnotic rhythm?
is that a twinkle i see?
oh hell no its got to be a rockstar
psst hoy is that a smile i'm puttening on ur face child
wide as a field of a rice and corn?
walk dat walk honey
talk that talk money
high on lips ay dios mio
shit who am i
its not important
but they call me pare to the night
and right now
i'm the blues in your left thigh
trying to become the funk in your right
who am i
i'll be whoeber u say
but right now
i'm the sight raped hunter blindly pursuing you as my prey
and i just wanna give you
injections
of sublime erections
and get you to dance to my rhythm
make you dream archetypes
of brown angels in flight
upon wings of distorted
contorted
metaphoric jizm
come on slim
fuck your man. i aint worried about him
its you who i want to step into my scene
cuz rather than deal with the fallacy
of this dry ass reality
i'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream.
who am i
well
they call me pare to the night
and right now
i'm the blues in your left thigh
trying to become the funk
in your right.
is that all right?
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| wake me up
wake me up when september ends the alarm rang yesterday, the fantasy of over, the midsummernight dream that was september. yea, i dreamed that i realized another step in my career, had a recollection that was my birthday, a memory of the past year with great people, saw a new addition to my family, and even met one of my heroes. look at this photograph what photograph, so not like me to not have any pictures, but in all truth it just felt like a dream, i know i was there, just dont really have proof. I had a great time at my birthday, so many friends came out, couldnt even thank them all. it was all a blur, just a blur in my memory, and i guess the alcohol didnt help. who am i kidding the anxiety is killing me, i'm trying so hard to keep the thought out of my mind; but i still cant concentrate. I get flashes of emotion, a shaking feeling that takes over my soul. I cant run from it, nor do i want to. But its so hard, and for once it seems that no one else can even understand...or even come close. In truth i cant even describe it myself, let alone look for empathy. Sometimes i feel like i'm gonna break down, or bust loose - awaiting an emotional catharsis that i hope doesnt go the wrong way. its been two years, and so much has changed in all our lives. two years of trying to make sense of it all, trying to understand what could be the purpose of all this. two years of trying to teach a lesson that i still dont think has set in. this time its me who wants to run away, me who doesnt want to face my debts. and slowly tearing, sniffling, leaving wet prints on the keyboard, just trying to keep it together. theres so much still to do in the next month, i have so much else to worry about. so i woke up, september ended,
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| just another week before the seasons change, when the day is just as long as the night and then slowly fades away. i love the changing seasons. they bring me back to those weary school days and being nervous about that first week or so. the seasons remind me that our lives change too; that things happen around us whether we make them or not.
for me, its about taking another chance and moving on. its funny how many times i've told myself and other people that they should do what they love and good things will happen. the universe may even conspire to have things go your way. I think thats happening, but its still a lot of work and excitement and jitters. I like the fact that 'there's no future,' the fact that i dont know whats gonna happen x amount of years down the future despite all the planning and pushing things to go a certain way. even dominoes only fall where you place them right?
It was a bittersweet farewell, at a friends 'final bbq' at his house. Final was definitely a loosely used word, there have been a few since. but that particular night was pretty out of the ordinary. It was hardly the gaudy outings of the prime years but certainly reflective. I kinda grew up there, learned a lot, had many a great and many not so great moments. Strange that there wasnt a drop of chivas lying around that night, settling for a bottle of don q. seemed a strange symbol for the time. but by the time it was nearly gone, there were just a few of us left and my thoughts were of the man sitting solely at the table as the final guest left. certainly centered, there was a portrait in my mind of a solemn gentleman with a bottle and a glass in his hand. he looked puzzled, if not drunk by the type of liquor in his hand, slightly offsetting the reality of someday leaving the home he grew up in. his eyes hidden in dark glasses in the middle of the night, hiding many emotions but not enough to not notice how he may have felt. and that feeling, though i could write novels on it, is nothing i could convey.
and halfway around the world...someone else is expecting a new life. in all honesty, i wish i could say that i'm so excited, and that i'm happy. i am, but more than anything, i'm worried and scared. but all that will change, In all that grief and worry will change to excitement and the actions of a spoiled uncle. i hope, that this change brings you joy and honesty.
..changing seasons...
change is good..so they say
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some birds just aren't meant to be caged
their feathers are just too bright
and when they fly away
the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice
but still
the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone
-forever quoting that movie
coming soon....
changing seasons
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