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Blue Moon Station: 05/16/2004 - 05/23/2004
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Thursday, May 20, 2004. I picked you up in the garden,. One bright May morning. I inhaled and smelled your fragrance. Soothing and calming my restless being. I have watched your beauty. As it faded and wilted into. The heat of my sweaty palms. Breaking my fragile heart. Into a thousand bits and pieces. A requiem for the dead. Philippine Daily Inquirer/ YOU/ May 2004. Links to this post. Philippine Daily Inquirer/ YOU Section. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). May Jane I picked you up in the garden, One brigh.
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Blue Moon Station
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Thursday, December 17, 2009. Her dreams of lonely tales. Would touch the weary. Of the human heart. Dalityapi Unpoemed/ Makata/ June 2003. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Innocence Her dreams of lonely tales would touch . The Legacy of Sr. Don Higino Templado. Philippine Daily Inquirer/ YOU Section. International War Veterans Poetry.
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Blue Moon Station
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Saturday, July 10, 2004. Words have no meaning. Coming from your mouth that spews nothing but fire. I have learned to take them on the cheek. And turn a deaf ear and shrug a cold shoulder. I am not blind you know? I just learned how to cope without my colored glasses on. I don't know where exactly it all began. But I know that it was not so long ago. When I was bewitched by your uncanny charm. And fell into a spell that I thought I would never recover. But I was wrong my dear and so are you.
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Blue Moon Station: 07/25/2004 - 08/01/2004
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Saturday, July 31, 2004. Beneath Agnetha's forlorn face, you can still see. The traces of the things that she had been through -. Chasing rainbows that weren't there,. Dreams that turned into gruesome nightmares. She once had been caught, you see. In the shameless confusion that is the dark world. Of the pill-popping inebriated lost people, trying to find. Solace in the magical promise that never was. For years and years she roamed. Into the underworld of the dark unknown. Links to this post. Agnetha Ben...
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Blue Moon Station: 02/08/2004 - 02/15/2004
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Wednesday, February 11, 2004. Triumphed in the minds. Poetic Voices/ May 2003. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sanctuary Meaningless words and empty feelings -. The Legacy of Sr. Don Higino Templado. Philippine Daily Inquirer/ YOU Section. International War Veterans Poetry.
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Wednesday, June 07, 2006. I have a story to tell but it is not for the faint-hearted. It happened about six summers ago yet my recollections are still fresh despite the years for I have never experienced that kind of thing before and I don’t want that harrowing experience to happen again, ever. As you see, I came from an obscure town in a remote province in southern Philippines where belief in the supernatural is still a way of life. 8220;Layog” in our folklore are creatures that are cursed to live...
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Mitsuru: February 2014
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Sane and crooked views from the gallery. Friday, February 21, 2014. Crazy adventures, powerful trips: booze, drugs, women and motorcycles. Born to be wild. Posted by j.b.m.s. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Restless pen, mind twister, aimless wanderer, crazy interloper. View my complete profile. The Legacy of Sr. Don Higino Templado. Enter your email address:. Of Heads and Tales. The Adventures of the Dragonfly Eaters. Master Chef, Dirty Kitchen. The Lighter Side of Life. The Air Up Here.
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Blue Moon Station: 06/19/2005 - 06/26/2005
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Saturday, June 25, 2005. One chilly Spring morning while. Sitting alone by the banks of the Detroit River. Thoughts meander on remote but vivid memories. Of a foreign land-. 1969 in Khe San. Where I lost my soul, dreams and all. The smell of burning flesh, rubber and gasoline. Still reeks in my brain-. Burning my nostrils and making my stomach sick. That cannot be eased by any pill. Where the beautiful sunrise at six am. Looks like an orange fireball from afar. The ghosts are still there to haunt me.
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Blue Moon Station
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Thursday, May 20, 2004. I picked you up in the garden,. One bright May morning. I inhaled and smelled your fragrance. Soothing and calming my restless being. I have watched your beauty. As it faded and wilted into. The heat of my sweaty palms. Breaking my fragile heart. Into a thousand bits and pieces. A requiem for the dead. Philippine Daily Inquirer/ YOU/ May 2004. Philippine Daily Inquirer/ YOU Section. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). May Jane I picked you up in the garden, One brigh.
