Evil, Take me I am ready

Evil!
enemy of the people
I want to be your friend

Evil!
condemned by many
I want to side with you

Evil!
powerful among the weak
one among the millions
black among the whites
heretic among the devouts
rebel among the law abiders
diagonal among the lines
ugly among the beauties
I want to be like you

Evil!
take me to Blake's imagination
let's find Milton's lost paradise
teach me swimming in Dante's Inferno
together with the three, we live in poetry

Evil!
take the lamb in me, its meekness and passivity
transform me into a tiger to be wrathful til my final years
Make me a tiger, make me a neophyte evil

On surrender

She lies that she did not pour the river with her tears;
She pretends that she did not let the rain wash her pains;
she hides that the thunder did not give her fears;
She lies, she pretends, she hides that she was not hurt inside.

She smiles even if tears are falling from her eyes;
She prays even if God is not in her mind;
She dreams of gripping freedom even if it is abstract;
She smiles, she prays, she dreams despite the darkness of her life.

Why hope if there is nothing to hope for?
Why fly when there is no one to fly with?
Why live when there is no principle to live by?
Why hope, why fly, why live when you are about to die?

more time

bought 17 books last summer.shopped at the UP press, fully booked and power books, stores that cebu doesn't have.wish i could read them all.time time time is what i don't have to enjoy my books. finished reading one.one hundred years of solitude by Marquez.i need to read more but i don't have time.can't stop teaching,can't stop selling and delivering bread hehehe,can't stop shutting my mouth up at home, can't stop working out and execute leg press and hearing the instructor's " change move, hips to the right, arms bend to the left 123............

tagaytay

more boracay pics

Green Screen

feeling nito!

posting in front of David sculpted from a nineteen-foot block of marble by Michael Angelo

i like this shot. The two ladies were playing with FIRE

boracay:second stop

my second time in boracay.water so clear, sand so fine, sea breeze so cool, but foods and cottages so expensive.beautiful faces grace the island.i liked the pearls.all my money was spent in buying pearls....foods?not that impressive.i still love foods in cebu.

SUMMMMMEEEERRRRRR

Waiting for the sun to set at Cordova together with my UP colleagues my UP colleagues
beautiful sunset at cordova

losing my line

the line that i drew to lead to my end stops.
the vein where that line is based loosens its grip.
the grip that holds my self from astray gives up.
my self is detached from the line from the vein that accesses my soul.
my soul now wanders.no direction.no past. no future.

Where is "ME" now?
Where is the line?
Is infinity unreachable?

If the line continues, when and where will it end?
I am restless. I am weak.I cannot hold the line.I stop.

Tell me

Is the rose naked?
or is that her only dress?

Why do we conceal the beauty of roots?
Who will unravel the secrets of your beauty?

When can one devour piece by piece
the mystery of your glance?

It mirrors awayfrom each glimpse
you cannot denounce by hiding

It mirrors away the meander path of poetry
but so long as these rhetorics reach you
let me dare to say:

acquaint me to your world
see if we fit

-savage poet--cyber grim--

tagaytay

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

#Neruda's verses have always been the music serenading my empty soul.

comm1 studes

your grades are done.you can get your classcards at the hum div. for those who got 4.0, you have a year to take a removal exam.thank you pips...happy sembreak.

comm1 studes

grades are done. you can get your classcards at the hum div. for those who got 4.0, you have a year to take a removal exam. thanks pips...happy sembreak!

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dugaduga, charles
i can't access your site.i'll give you until oct.20 to fix this.

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