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Mindscapes: Homecoming (for Pinoypoets, Inc)
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Thursday, March 16, 2006. Homecoming (for Pinoypoets, Inc). This journey is an uphill litany -. Each steps stirs the decaying dust of ennui. I grow weary at times with this solitary trade:. Spinning metaphors from gossamer clouds and. Weaving words on water for the wind to read,. But then words, as weightless as they are cherished,. Will often be carried out to sea or squirreled away. To plebian corners where they quickly disappear. With a gaggle of other lost and discarded dreams. For one's self to read.
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Mindscapes: The Rarest Wine
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Thursday, March 16, 2006. Being with you is like. Sampling the rarest wine. I sip slowly, savoring. The taste, the liquid. Caressing my tongue -. A slow, sensual dance. I notice the little things:. The notes, the nuances,. Swallowing oh, so slowly,. For, all too soon,. The wine will be lost,. To my aching thirst,. And I will be left. With an exquisite, empty. Posted by Mitz @ 2:25 AM. Mga Tula ni Mitz. View my complete profile. Lightscapes - Mga Kuha ni Mitz]. Pinoypoets, Inc.]. Raymond John De Borja.
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Mindscapes: Santo
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Thursday, March 16, 2006. Ay nasisilaw sa kinang. Ng iyong espada at lisik. Ng iyong mga mata. Ang ngalan mo'y katumbas. Ng gintong yamang makakamit. Sa punas at halik. Sa yong mga paa. Ang banal mong korona. Ngunit sa ilalim ng yong hiwaga,. Na ang kabanalan mo'y huwad. Dumadaloy sa yong dugo. Ang lason ng kapitalismo. Bulag ang iyong mata. Sa hinagpis at poot. Bingi ang iyong tenga. Sa hinaing at hamon. Nawa'y mamulat ang masa. Sa yong malansang kaluluwa. Posted by Mitz @ 2:39 AM. Mga Tula ni Mitz.
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Mindscapes: Tadaima
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Thursday, March 16, 2006. With respect to Nobuhiro Watsuki). This bend in the road,. Blanketed in a bloody sea. Of withered sakura leaves,. Feels the eagerness of. My footsteps. I wade. In this whispering mass. Of red leaves and even redder. This road here, this bend,. Has seen much of us, love. Our history hangs stagnant,. Odorous in the air. You were thirty then, and I. Was charmed by the sharp. Poetry of your katana. Here we've first met, and here. You've first parted the innermost. Folds of my kimono.
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Mindscapes: Machiatto's Curse
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Thursday, March 16, 2006. I savor your taste. On my tongue, as I explore. Your body (bold, drizzled with syrup,. Topped with whipped cream). My mouth is a study in lust. As I lick every milliliter of you. Your thickness stirs something in me,. A memory of heat,. Tongues probing, eyes languid with longing. Slithering down my throat,. I welcome you inside my body. As I would nectar, eyes closed,. Lips parted in wonder. Machiatto, you've kept me awake till dawn. Posted by Mitz @ 2:32 AM. Mga Tula ni Mitz.
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Mindscapes: Bahay-Bahayan
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Thursday, March 16, 2006. As the summer grass surrended. To the weight of the slate-hued. Smoke drifting towards the chapel. We knew Father Sicio would be angry;. Our makeshift incense has the power. But we merrily burned away the afternoon. Cooking (stolen) garlic cloves and random. Leaves on random rusty tin cans. Overhead, the kites flew like. A congregation of catatonic birds. You called me Nanay, so I called you. Together, we flattened the razor-sharp. Grass to make beds for our children.
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Mindscapes: Paglisan (Para Sa Aking Ama)
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Thursday, March 16, 2006. Paglisan (Para Sa Aking Ama). At nang dumating na ang takdang araw. Ng iyong pamamaalam, isang paruparo. Ang nagkubli sa init ng kanyang bahay-kabataan,. Ang alon ay umurong sa pagkakayakap sa. Dalampasigan, at ang tuyong dahon ay lumipad. Pabalik sa sangang kanyang nilisan. Pinagmasdan ko ang pagpatak ng ulan. Pataas sa langit, tulad ng luha kong nagpupumilit. Sumiksik sa gilid ng aking mga mata, takot. Ilantad ang natatagong dalamhati, pilit. Sumusulong, sumusulong,.
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Mindscapes: March 2006
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Thursday, March 16, 2006. Hahanapin Ko Ang Itinayo Mong Pader. At sapagkat nagpasya akong hanapin ka,. Susubukan kong hanapin ang itinayo mong pader. Na gawa sa pinakamalalamig na bato,. Hawiin ang mga tinik,. Bigyang buhay at palayain ang. Mga tutubing iyong isinumpa. Pag narating ko na ang dilaw na butas. Sa gitna ng pader, sisilipin kita. Sapagkat ang pag-ibig ko sayo'y. Agimat laban sa mga bubuyog. Sa aking paglapit,. Maramdaman ko ang tibok ng tadhanang. Papayapa sa nahihimbing na pagsabog. Posted b...
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Mindscapes: Hahanapin Ko Ang Itinayo Mong Pader
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Thursday, March 16, 2006. Hahanapin Ko Ang Itinayo Mong Pader. At sapagkat nagpasya akong hanapin ka,. Susubukan kong hanapin ang itinayo mong pader. Na gawa sa pinakamalalamig na bato,. Hawiin ang mga tinik,. Bigyang buhay at palayain ang. Mga tutubing iyong isinumpa. Pag narating ko na ang dilaw na butas. Sa gitna ng pader, sisilipin kita. Sapagkat ang pag-ibig ko sayo'y. Agimat laban sa mga bubuyog. Sa aking paglapit,. Maramdaman ko ang tibok ng tadhanang. Papayapa sa nahihimbing na pagsabog.
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Mindscapes: Rain Fell
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Thursday, March 16, 2006. Like a multitude of coins poured deftly. In a tin cup, it clattered, battering. My roof in a cacophony of clamor. Outside, above the swaying trees. Surrendering to the wind's fickle rage,. A tangle of leaves and limbs. Etched in memory, a snapshot. It's amazing how rain, discarded tears,. Make a house echo with the deafening. Ring of emptiness. Abandoned, my walls,. Cracked with age and regret, speak. To each other. In silence, my doors. And windows answer in a language.
