utter disregard

the numb are hard to speak with at times.

one's self is hard to speak with at times.

put them together and it is
doubly
hard
hard

to speak with at times.

and so i pray Obama wins
and the pink chairman loses

because i miss those with high regard.
for life
for self

and an utterance incomprehensible.

many times, many ways

oh the possibilities!

scary, noh?
a very good kind of scary, though.
the life-threatening one
but the life-giving one.

yet it's so hard to calm down
be at peace.

only to realize
it isn't peace
that we really really want.

so to karl in '08, try creation.
but this time, be extra carefree.


lisnin to that Sweeney Todd soundtrack. thanks joms.
sorta readin this sole downloadable eBook in Bisaya at gutenberg.org
feelin kinda sad to leave cebu.

heart is where trouble is

it beats.

and to every feeling, every tide,
it beats.

and for every good note, bad
every crazy spell,
moments dreamed of
or otherwise,
it beats.

why is it so hard to remember
that things don't always
go as planned
as seen
as thought of.

the tides, they don't change
they return
often, uninvited.

why is it so hard to not mind
reason, sobriety, certainty
or cause.

the answers, they don't change
they return
often, misunderstood.

mistaken for something so beautiful
it hurts
for when trouble strikes
like a thief in the daytime
you are left wondering

what do they do in the night?
the shadows help.

for in the seeming comfort
of an embrace
not familiar

it beats.