Deadline for the newsletter was moved to the 11th. Decided to go to Brews and fill my pages with whatever. Excerpts from my pad:
Ilang buwan na ang nakaraan nang huli akong pumunta dito para mapag-isa. Masaya. Parang walang sagabal sa buhay. Parang naglahong bigla ang mga problema ko.
Ito ang maganda dito sa Brews --masaya pag may dala kang kaibigan, masaya rin kahit wala. Iba kasi ang moda dito, parang ad slogan ng Cloud 9, yun bang "Watch the world go by dito sa Cloud 9" ... hehehe...
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A woman walks across the street with a quite old American, and into the Pension house called Cie La've (did i spell that right?). Contrary to what the name means, i wonder if she got more than she bargained for...
i wonder how much of her is left...
how many mouths does she have to feed?
Or did she get into it to feed her greed?
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(in my FOA mode at Brews, i took one lousy attempt to write something. i have not written something like this for years already.)
they come in a free fall
and freeze us all in time
a thousand tiny steps dancing
oblivious to ours
they fall
and keep me where i am
a thousand marching steps on the rooftop
no rhythm, no rhyme
but it sings...
vainly, it does...
puts the world in a standstill
to make us hear its chorus
of what, only our hearts know
of what, only i know
it sings and only i know
it floats
oblivious
and pin me where i am
shooting needles to the ground
oblivious that i've flown
to danger zone...
and this sympathetic ball
says to me
"do as i say,
simon says 'keep away, bounce away'
lest we be deflated..."
but it sings
full of conceit
stops the world from moving
to make us hear it sing
and i, pathetic victim, am lulled to sleep.
(needs overhauling, this thing... is it even a poem? damnit...)
