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Tag: hope

  • Coffee

    Hot water is showered over granules formed—this is a geometrical genius: triangle. From this heat touching inert potentialities, out comes wisps of sleep leaving and down is its liquid—mad men’s necessity to keep going. Yet here, I make it through the slowest form to watch it bloom and fall and fall, drip by drip particle…

  • Some essay [Walking with Christ]

    Some essay [Walking with Christ]

    I think I may have been looking at the earlier question the wrong way, focusing on “the limits” of Jesus and how I could ever be able to cope with that. The keyword could instead be will. What do I will? What am I willing to do?

  • Kay Sarap Magmahal

    Kay sarap palang magmahalat namnamin ang lamig ng hanginsa mga gabing maliwanag ang buwanat matingkad ang mga anino natin. Kay sarap palang magmahalat damdamin ang mga minutong ‘di nagtatagalYaóng tila usok na initat mala-habambuhay na pagpikit. Kay sarap palang magmahalat pakinggan ang mga salitang ‘di masabi-sabimusikang pampakalmaat nanggaling sa nanginginig na mga labi. Kay sarap…

  • Night; shade

    Night; shade

    The night is futile, as is any attempt to survive; to sleep is neither Being nor Nothing— Being: unreal, impossible, Truly—

  • On Defining Terms

    The World is full of inhibitions I cannot write the world I see for it cannot be true. My vision is fractured; it is nothing but a piece of glass—nothing is no more. Nothing is no longer natural—to be nothing is sinful here in the World that deceives the truth stares at me observer vis-à-vis…

  • In theory

    We are but storms and it overwhelms me the thought of no fair days and neither rain I want the cold winters and blazing summers the whole spectrum of colour in theory I want to witness it, all from afar; I want to see—this is the expected response, the right answer All I want is…

  • Dreams

    One can escape realitythrough simple meansto keep one’s eyes closed, for exampleto ignore that is and pretendthat the cold surface felt is simply iced waternot an honest mirror.Close your eyes and sleep standing;slowly true slumber comesto those who refuse to seelike the one pretending to dream of a different realitythe dreams take over, takes one…

  • ‘Blossom Away’ (2014)

    ‘Blossom Away’ (2014)

    Blossom away to wherever, that day I find burning leaves that never turn to ashes They sparkle like the ocean drawn by moon lit by sun I like them to be colder than bluest point alive Flowing away like the wind, liquefied I want to hold on to their edges, and draggedto, fro, away and…

  • Lying flat

    As pain spreads from head to eyes to throat to through the neck and all within it to the lower back and lower muscles and lower and lower and lower still a prophet finds herself in the middle of the kitchen one hand on the cold floor, much colder than the dripping sweat dehydrating her…

  • I long to dwell in an ocean of fancies

    I long to dwell in an ocean of fancies

    I long to dwell in the ocean of fanciesanother body of water after a Countless.How can I help but dream of fishing every nightto catch such anything that puts me in bliss? I’d like to lay in a blanket of daisies—for the soil itself to be strands of my tresses.Does it matter if my eyes…