the galaxy is a turntable and the sky is sound
the moon has a mini saturn
belt on its equator i am
lying in the middle the
record is turning i am above
it the music is oblivion we
are planetary the sky fish
swim in it you are my galaxy
gravity geometry god you
are my planet blue vitruvian
man solar system skywalker
milkshakes and the
eyelash on your cheek
piano playing pirouettes
classical my heart i am galaxy
and you are the earth
metallic hydroxide breathe
air water life the force is
within the skyscrapers of
rainbows carnival eonstellar
transcendental trance i am the
constellation of your soul is
the sky
Fantasy Parade
Creating moments in space
20140102
20130213
Soul Project: Meditation Prayer
I
came across this prayer I wrote almost two years ago in Baguio for our Creative Writing course. And
because yesterday was Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent, I decided to
post this just to awaken a sense of spirituality and faith in these
"challenging times" of my never-ending search for words and of my
journey to the Self and beyond.
I will set myself on fire to let my desires burn, to keep me warm in times when my heart gives in to the cold. My flames will reach the heavens. My flames will devour the sky. But only You can be the wind or the water that extinguishes the fire, and only You can let me
Burn Burn. Burn.
My Everlasting Flame
I
am here now. I am here painting in Your canvass; mixing colors, shaping
distorted thoughts, dipping my paint brush into water for new strokes. Lead me
to the path that never ends, the road to nowhere where I can lose myself and
find, little by little, the place where home is a state of mind, because I will
be a nomad travelling barefooted, making the ground as my bed, the sky is the
roof above my head and there will be no wall to hide me from the world, only
windows to open myself to You.
I will set myself on fire to let my desires burn, to keep me warm in times when my heart gives in to the cold. My flames will reach the heavens. My flames will devour the sky. But only You can be the wind or the water that extinguishes the fire, and only You can let me
Burn Burn. Burn.
Soul
Project: Journey Into the Self Through Words, Baguio , September 2011
20130108
Atlantis
Submerge
These
tears are like
Stinging
saltwater in my eyes.
I wish
to drown myself so as
Not to
feel the pain of salt
Touched
by wind and sun.
Open
my eyes underwater
And
breathe until I sink
In the
ocean floor.
Abandoned.
Shipwrecked.
Dead.
No—
I
never reached your shores.
The
waves of your waters
Pushed
me away.
Until
I abandoned
Myself.
Atlantis—
Lost
and forgotten
In
sands of time—
Found
me.
20130106
Hair, There and Everywhere
One afternoon in December, my hair decided to make "waves" in front of the camera. I love how it's so light and free that I could just run around without having to comb it. I never do.
I shall color it with the shades of the earth one day.
(c) Dennis
20121211
Palimpsest
If it wasn't for this word, I would not have stumbled upon such a masterpiece.
I Will Write in Words of Fire
By Neil Gaiman
Image by David Mack
I will write in words of fire.
I will write them on your skin.
I will write about desire.
Write beginnings, write of sin.
You're the book I love the best,
your skin only holds my truth,
you will be a palimpsest
lines of age rewriting youth.
You will not burn upon the pyre.
Or be buried on the shelf.
You're my letter to desire:
And you'll never read yourself.
I will trace each word and comma
As the final dusk descends,
You're my tale of dreams and drama,
Let us find out how it ends.
20121009
Then and Danao
The Plunge
Uno.
Dos.
Tres.
Bombs away!
Explode
To a
billion lightyears away
Into
the outerspace of
Tomorrow
never ends.
Freefall on a rain day
Wash
away your regrets
Bleed
a spectrum of
Emotions
Cries
of fear
To epic
laughter
Ugly happy--
Fall
Into
life’s oblivion
Fly
To
the world’s end.
Loss of gravity
Takes away all
melancholy.
(Bohol, 2009)
20120815
Wild Fire
Creating
moments in space
Painting
butterflies on my face.
The
thunder growls,
Howls
I hear amid the falling rain, and
Like a
stray animal—
Lost—
I go
insane.
But
cradled in your arms
I am
wild, I am tame.
*I found this the other day among others I wrote a few years ago. If I can remember correctly, I wrote this some time in November of 2010, most probably a Saturday as I was riding through the motion of lights in the night rain, my mind lost in the oblivion of her eyes...
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