Thursday, November 17, 2005

Wild Impressions

Lavenders and lilacs
now paint these walls
that once was the fortress
of a noble youth; but alas!
the elusive fragrance
had joined the clouds
in a wind’s breath and
nowhere to be found is the grace
the heavens had blessed them once,
while they were still pure and innocent.
   Here is a mural
wrought by the classic
art of Death,
wanting the reprieve of a
moonless night for its aching
wonted to the glitz of an overriding
spectacle before an audience;
a hand, tangy as sickle and blood,
rustic as a pending spell of
nausea; which
scent not rivers of Victoria’s
Secret or Murasaki could quell,
neither the finest masks
could hold from being smelled.
      Like the memories of wine and song
of a season that’s long since gone,
These wild impressions, like the scabs of wounds,
would peel from skin away from bone;
But, shall leave out a scar immortal
as van Gogh’s celebrated Iris,
visible only to the inward blue;
due to bear remembrance always
of the passionate Christian blood
that once set carpets burning,
glaring with flames the like of lovers’ eyes,
Curious and careful on all affairs
of the beating plum.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Invocation to the Word

"In the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
He was in the beginning with God.
All things came to be through him,
and without him nothing came to be.
What came to be through him was life,
and this life was the light of the human race;
the light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness has not overcome it."
--John 1:1-5

*The Lord through Sacred Scripture reawakens our reason which has fallen asleep and tells us: in the beginning was the creative Word. In the beginning the creative Word - this Word that created all things, that created this intelligent design which is the cosmos - is also love.
Therefore, let us allow this Word of God to awaken us; let us pray that it will additionally illumine our minds so that we can perceive the message of creation - also written in our hearts - that the beginning of all things is creative wisdom, and this wisdom is love, it is goodness: "his mercy endures for ever".*

........i'm just another writer still trapped within my truth........

i have forgotten about what it is to write...
to catch that in-between the silence and the heart’s beating…
and go about that divide which separates shadow from the ground…
Writing, my first love!
and so, i write. répondez s’il vous plaît.

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naling'wan ko na kun pa'no an mag surat...
kun pa'no mahagilap an uya sa tahao kan kasilenciohan asin pag-ibot kan puso...
buda malakop iyan na nagbabanga sa anino asin daga...

An Pagsurat, sakuyang enot na pagkamoot!
biyo logod, ako minasurat. magsimbag ka.

"Rooted and built up in Jesus Christ, firm in the faith."

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