the forest at night

		



			

		the sun has surrendered its mirth

		now the darkness announces 

		the night’s birth

		stars start to occupy the empty,

		dull empyrean up above

		selenian light stretches out its 

		silvery love

		but no one, nobody dared divulge

		the marvel of the forest as the light

		shy away in the west.




		it's no place for yellows,

		not even for the boldest

		for peril is the name of the king

		sharp, pointed fangs are out to lure

		sinister, bloody red eyes await 

		to slay the pure

		twisted, poisonous vines lead the cortege

		trembling howls and cries pacify the forest

		the morbid share of the woods.




		drown your worries, your fears 

		and you will find

		the wood’s gentle heart and mind

		the picturesque panorama that the

		night is offering

		the forest’s benevolent part, 

		quite touching

		bears abed with their cubs, hugging

		them, keeping them warm

		lovebirds on their nest, as restful

		and as calm

		a fox hunting to feed his young

		rabbits hidden beside rotten logs,

		contented and safe from harm

		an owl hooting a lullaby

		wild flowers fragrances on a reply.




		as the sun’s rays slowly withdraw 

		to the west

		the forest’s a haven at its best

		a sympathetic, proud mother,

		the sole paradise to its protégé

		a sweet, considerate grandmother who

		has a lot of saga to tell.


		



					23 December 1996





		

woman in the mirror

                   



	darkness clouded the earth

	melancholy and gloom shrouded the land

	the pale light of the moon began its mirth

	smoke and mist, creeping hand in hand

	leaving an eerie track.




	as the creatures of the day lay to sleep

	the children of the night rose to weep

	gruesome cries and howls frolicked

	leaves of the banyan tree quivered in panic

	the tree’s dance of death.




	a figure sit half-hidden in the dark

	as she stood, a cold wind blew her long

	black hair and long white gown

	a bitter pant that lulled her consciousness

	chilly breath of bewitching fragrances

	a lurid panorama.




	with a twisted candle in her hand

	she beheld her wan figure in the mirror

	a mirror that knew reality unknown to

	the beholder

	a mirror that reflected her truer self

	a mirror of life and death.




	purple mist enveloped her reflection

	unveiling a person living in conviction

	a bride without a groom

	tears of blood flowing in gloom

	wetting her immaculate gown, kissing her 

	lifeless bouquet

	black roses, frozen cold and dead

	serpent hair that spoke of terror

	candle casting an aura of unspeakable color.




	as she touched the woman in the mirror

	the mirror flew in shattered pieces

	leaving a beautiful figure bathing in

       blood, lifeless

	theresa, bathing in blood, lifeless.



        

synonym

                           


 Put on your Marithe + Francois Girbaud shirt
  and your Marks & Spencer pants
 Match them with your Guess jacket and
  your Prada shoes
 Because underneath them all, there is nakedness.


 Grab the latest phone, sport the trendiest haircut
 Read a critically-acclaimed book and
  watch the latest award-winning movie
 Engage in pseudo-intellectual conversations,
 Dive into heated arguments about politics
  and philosophies
 Equipped with recondite words and an
  impressive accent
 Because dire is the need to belong and
  immediate is the demand to be unique.


 Dine in an expensive restaurant and spend
  a family’s week’s worth of budget on a single dish
 It scorches the tongue and upsets the stomach,
  but to you, it tastes ambrosial
 Frequent the hippest bars and the discriminating clubs
  where the noise is called music, and the
  people, beautiful like you
 Because there is void.


 Don’t forget the funky coolness,
  the irresistible sexiness
 And on top of it all, the brazen attitude
 Because there is the crippling insecurity.


 What, again, is the synonym of happiness?




                                                07 February 2004
                                                Saturday
 
 
*published in inq7.net - YOU; 16 july 2005

       

the fire angel touched me

      



        The angel touched me

        with her fingertips

          which were once

          dipped in fire

           I felt them

          on my forehead

          and I felt pain

      as the song in my head

       escapes note by note

     and the words in my mouth

        compose themselves

          into a litany

      of my palaverous oeuvre.
   







                    05 January 2002

       

the ice angel touched me

             



               The angel touched me 

               with her fingertips

                  as cold as ice

                 I felt numbness

         creeping from the top of my head

                  down to my heels

                  sending a shock

            on its way through my spine

           like one thousand small feet

               of half-inch soldiers

            marching on my arching back

            toward their fateful death

                 bursting my lungs

                as if a dog chomps

                     a balloon

              with its rabid canines

               and the air escaping

                  to my stomach

              brewing into a tempest

                that lifts me off

                   my sore feet.






                               05 January 2002

regrets

                                                        





		Never had I adored you but all

			you wanted was to be noticed;

		I was too busy searching for things that

			are already in front of me and

			blinded by fascination for sights that are

			beyond my view

		Never had I treasured you but all

			you wanted was to be owned;

		I had never disowned you but I never

			claimed you

		My hands are overflowing with jewels

			of blinding brilliance

			and gems of benumbing beauty;

		Never had I embraced you but

			all you wanted was for me to perceive

			your presence and for you to

			feel that I am here

		But I was too busy looking for myself and

			my arms are straining from embracing

			nothingness

		I never dared to look into those eyes

			for I see a vast, troubled ocean

			reflecting a man armored with a

			comical bravado

		And I never liked reflections.










		Never had I shared with you my triumphs

			but all you expected was for me to confide

			my miseries upon you

		I have reckoned happiness as my adversary,

			and agony, my alter ego

		And I am selfish.

		Never had I hurt you but all you needed

			was to be hurt for me to know

			that you are real

		I had been too busy hurting myself that pain

			had been my pleasure and numbness,

			my stronghold

		Until its walls crumbled down, crushing my

			rotten flesh and splattering my

			stale blood with their weight

		Never had I called you, never had I

			cried to you

		But I know you can hear me, I know you’re

			reaching out to me

		And I can see you drudging, struggling

			to free yourself from the chains of

			imperceptibility I have bound you with.


		







                                                   August 2003
 
 
 
 
*photo by jeff carlos



               

anxiety is a frequent visitor in my sleep

                

 Anxiety is a frequent visitor in my sleep
 Sharing my bed as I cringe before nighteyes
 She clings to my hairy body and seeps through my pores
 Crinkling my spirit as my rickety mind
       shatters into a jigsaw with missing pieces.


 Anxiety is a frequent visitor in my sleep
 A chill that blows over my sweaty chest,
 a glass of salty water running through
 my sinuses
 Beneath her robe is a spotlight, poking my orbs.
 Under its light, there I stand fully clothed
 yet naked
 She blows the sand off my eyes
 And drowns my lullaby with her snore
 She brings with her the nightmares of
 who I am and the ghosts of who I am not
 Hers are the bedbugs that feast upon my brain
 And the mosquitoes that swarm my ears
 With their irksome hum amplifying into a
 tremor that rattles my conscience.


  
                                    04 January 2002
 
 
*published in inq7.net - YOU, 23 july 2005


        

test na kinopya ko sa blog ni grace! (bobongbutete.blogspot.com)

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

Your Element Is Water

A bit of a contradiction, you can seem both lighthearted and serious. That's because you're good at going with the flow - but you also are deep. Highly intuitive, you tune in to people's emotions and moods easily. You are able to tap into deep emotional connections and connect with others. You prefer a smooth, harmonious life - but you can navigate your way around waves. You have a knack for getting people to get along and making life a little more peaceful.

What's Your Element?

You Are a Visionary Soul

You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness. Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul. You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable. Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings. You have great vision and can be very insightful. In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself. Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend. You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer. Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

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