NETiverse: lingering electronic imprints of being

Vanity is written loquaciously

The heart is silenced for long to edit

And pen this skin-deep life eloquently

To simple wisdom and practical wit

O were this taste truly is elegant,

It would posses the verse of contentment!

Not ink a pact of glamour that is blank

Of resident joys with pleasures for rent

These proud lines of a whited sepulcher,

Etched in a face of superfluous visage

With sprouting short blooms of a pretender,

Its petals of pledges fade with young age

        This pricey life of storied empty worth

        Has scripted heavens authored by cursed earth.

for all the flawless plans of ants and men,

misfortune parts no one under heaven.

She is child-like in being wild,
In your forest of confusion
Glimpses of the heart in meows mild
Drunk, she’s in controlled abandon

Many faces

For all places

Why not one face?

For any place

Few of the crowd

That shouts not loud

Their acts are proud

Modesty endowed

Need not mutate

They just create

Their mirrored state

Of any fate

No need to drape

A spooky cape

To spook escape

Of nights that rape

Need not be strong

With conscience strong-

For right, while wrong-

They last not long

They are like us

Mouth praise and cuss

With deeds that buzz,

With not much fuss

Of them, few asks

For glory’s masks

Corruption basks

On heroes’ tasks

A true hero,

For sure has no

Alter ego

On public show.

God of the universe
Came on earth under curse
Creations’ Creator
Born on humble manger

Lost His life on the cross
To recover man’s loss
When He rose from the grave,
Rose forever to save

‘Tis the season of Lent
A tradition to repent
But repentance seems gone
When the season is done

Became man, Redeemer
To save man- the sinner
His led grace on earth
To make man heaven’s worth.

These loathing wants and affectionate hates

What contrasting stirrings grave love creates!

Despising someone for making you fall

A drug addiction with a sickly toll

Your brain concludes a cold diagnosis

With feverish heart drawn to its disease

So disturbed of its inviting power!

Rendering you a helpless, maimed lover

Half well knowing, this long will take to heal

For your mind to soften heart’s stubborn will

On one you hunger, denying to feed

Nourishing titles, you deprive your need

****Be high on love to cure your appetitie!

****Withdrawal symptoms are for love on diet.

Lovely Queen, a good high noon!
I wish I’m royal fork or spoon
Be pressed between rosy lips,
Or be the soup to quench your sips

As the scorching, lunch-time sun,
Love’s hunger- never temperate
Of lifeless things, dreaming as one
In aiming to be intimate

Charming Queen, a hot twelve noon!
Shall I wait for the Reign of Moon?
Her little light and mild heat,
Can roast this love to tasty meat.

I want a flesh of you;

Dwelled by spicy spirit,

With lists of love’s menu,

Of your hot, sizzling meat

On our inviting bed,

Are beef and wine and bread

Hearts gulp each tipsy head!

Gray brains be, as heart red!

Come now and dine! Let’s eat!

Love is delicious meat,

Of each hungry spirit

Feast love’s lust to keep fit

Love indeed can smoothly thwart,

Mind’s control on carefree heart

You try in vain to eclipse

Love’s rays shine in uttered slips

The sun ascends in the day;

The moon and stars in the night

Love’s moment will not delay,

In Time’s assigned date to light.

Our elastic, steel-firm bond
Softly I always am fond
Though life’s cares be black as night,
We find joys as snowy white.

Time to claim my leave so due!

To you my sweet stays my adieu

Forever yours my sweet goodbye

Until return my sweeter Hi!

Heaven’s countless eyes outshines not black night

Though night outshines none but my sensuous sin

Daring not display its shame in sunny light

Unfaithful glory draped in moonlit scene,

Where legal lovers are most intimate:

A knowledge hijacked by sweet rendezvous

Riding on love true lovers create-

Desire is alluring in stage of woo

A wayward joy seeking a place to park;

Night’s deceitful eyes pry not in silence

Guilty pleasures are brave in the dark

A cosmic feast in earthly indulgence

      The Day of Truth sees all with eyes that pierce

      Lies’ hideous charms become nocturnal fears.

A star, before it dies explodes brightest

Our epic rise could be our greatest fall

Morning star appears when night is darkest

Mercy most dazzles on errors we crawl,

Enrapturing us to the eyes of dawn,

Where once our blinding boasts brought in the night

Humility learned is victory won-

Where pride once spoiled our party in the light;

That eons ago-countless-an angel,

Followed this Pride and were plunged into earth

Bringing fake heavens to usher in hell,

Where sins grew old from their heavenly birth

     The heights of titles with pride will falter

     Beyond redemption- fallen Lucifer.

A deep foundation and harder than stone-

Love moved only by its loyal object

By others not shaken but make them moan,

Desiring rare firmness beyond suspect

Love is commodity that is priceless

Obscenely pricey that it must be free!

Luxurious find but common to possess;

A lifelong wealth given to charity

Transcending differences in all lands,

Though often helpless against ancient wall

Traditions’ castle looking down on sands,

Dusts of love on weak pillars surely fall

     If love indeed can be easily swayed,

      Then lives lost for love could not have been laid.

A passion more than just a feel

Love so burned down is blazing still!

A wood on fire but not consumed

A hell that hosts a love thought doomed

Razing lovers’ kingdom barren

Home to nasty frays once foreign

Where love’s fat flocks and tasty fruits,

Ransacked by hate’s voracious loots

This flaming hell of solitude-

A freezing cold, dark interlude

A damned love that can be saved

So enraptured from one long graved!

Following repentance divine,

Of earthly love that crossed the line,

Beyond borders of mutual hate

Reclaim lost love before too late,

And both return to former state,

Where love is king and ruled is hate

In few battles love surrenders,

A war of hate that love conquers

The cooler heads of the present,

Douse the anger of past now spent,

That in return lights longing’s fire-

With rising smoke on heat’s desire

A season of cold, damp ember,

Warmed by dear past you remember

Charmed memories do reconcile,

The rebel lovers in exile

Who so themselves, declared as heirs!

In triumphs one and one in cares

Retrace their steps to the homeland,

Where alien spites had love still banned.

Thy looks are a robber,

Always stealing my gazes

I’ll gladly not recover,

To seek for other faces.

A woman of generous rarity,

Prods him not to revel in sweetest sins

Pampered but still beggars fake charity

Sicken him Indulgence till Loathing wins!

You stir men with youthful blooms in each cheek

The spring of life- deaf to winters’ old tale

When Time’s pen writes wrinkles on skin now weak

Lines of bold mistakes in worn pages pale

A knight with many adventures to woo,

An earthly endeavor seeking angels

Nobody’s faithful, many others’ beau

A cunning liar to naïve damsels

       Time crumples us but true hearts marry youth,

       A diamond, by rough ages, made smooth.      

Will love map intimately my palm to you?

Revealing if by random or by fate

Shall close love its eyes, just feel what is true?

If senses can reason heart’s real state

Where wanting affections’ trails and terrains,

Picture ripe seasons and harvest-time fields

For a feast waiting, but waiting through pains,

For savory joy as mutual love yields

Passing their prime, in anguish they rotten

Blaming the destiny of their own choice

Memory blooms with love not forgotten

Showered by hushed rains of a withered voice

      In right age and time we let rule heart’s will,

      In acts of sweetest love that make words still.   

Garbing the shame of my reputation

Deprived fulfillment with naked glamour

An ornament of some men of fortune

A grave trespass and envy of the poor

Destroying appetite of sinful meat,

That feeds the gluttony of this fat earth

To redden the health of a pale spirit

Where peace weds passion forever in mirth

My fallen kingdom had all but pursued,

The sensual battles of this conquered place

‘Til delicate virtue showed me how crude,

Have I become in this state of disgrace

     My love for you earns not heaven’s disgust

     Beyond golden flesh that death turns to dust.   

So ironic, this love’s measure!

Laboring at your fond leisure

Emptying myself, I am filled,

For each joy in you that I build.

which of your rise were you darkened?
which of your fall were you enlightened?
remember all, this seductive power,
a faithful mistress, a deceiptful lover.

i am guilty of falling in love
my innocent blushes convict me
have mercy in judgment sweet dove!
cage me in you, so i’ll be free.

together we’ll fly to new heights
look upon the world with broader sights
soaring with joy, we’ll find peace
two doves in one contented bliss.

sun-drenched,

summer sweat

cool quenched,

beachy wet.

a lustrous soul glowing from within
mirrored in shimmers of perfect skin
your beauty is as countless pearls
my stilled orbit dizzyingly twirls.

Desire me!

Does it hurt?

Then don’t!

Greetings stranger!

Seek me!

Do you want to part ways?

Then go!

Goodbye beloved!

you are the feast of my eyes,
the hunger of my soul
i’ll partake you with lips nice
my passions growl

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here comes the competing armada!
floating colors of Paraw Regatta
sailing the currents on Iloilo Straight
past and present spawn and mate

sail on! sail on to glory!
sail back! relive our colorful history!
steer onwards, adventures of destiny!
sail Iloilo towards storied victory!

you are a vibrant, inviting symmetry of flesh,
a dew-laden rose at dawn waking so fresh!

"ah! you do play smoothly your music.
articulating what you cannot speak
the songs and melodies all clearly said,
our hearts’ rhymes and rythms long wed."

the direction of your head,
from the wishes of your chest
where your mind had you led,
began with your heart’s quest

whatever stirs your direction,
was turned on by your passion
when firey heart goes insane,
it’s mostly cooled by the brain.

there’s one nice way to end cupid’s torture

pull out the sweet pain of his arrow

let us both give in to what we long for,

and end love’s longing sorrow.

__________________

there’s one nice way to end cupid’s torture

pull out the sweet pain of his arrow

let us both give in to what we long for,

and end love’s longing sorrow.

__________________

love many times ends up being coy
with clumsy affections many lovers employ
and amusing affections they do create
when clumsy lovers attempt to hate.

"ah! you do play smoothly your music.
articulating what you cannot speak
the songs and melodies all clearly said,
our hearts’ rhymes and rythms long wed."

some like to forever swear
some swear forever just once
isn’t love nourished by care?
words and deeds together dance.

passionate love and lust unbridled,
they have one thing in common
their looks betray the walls they build
whatever modesties they summon.

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the end will now begin
what we are now,
is what we have been
no matter change we how

time travels to places
ages old and young
in empty and filled spaces
in moments short and long.

undress my desire

you are my fire

i’ll have you naked,

on love’s chaste bed.

i love to turn you on,
love’s sensous theme song
play it all night ’till dawn
love feeds on honeyed tounge.

it is the greatest gift,
the story of salvation
in a world gone adrift
accept His invitation!

He is the King of Kings!
born in the manger
salvation He brings
He is the redeemer.

your straight warm lights flicker,

through cold mazes of my confusion

beams darting through my inner,

darkness for illumination

the former queen that was so scorned!
where once she was so adorned
summon now your rightful heirs
to sit and plan on your tarnished chairs
reclaim the pages of your golden history!
map your future now carefully.

nothing short of an awe,

this earth called iloilo

cementing her glorious past,

by breaking grounds fast.

you fill sweet praises to the brim

an oasis in a thirsty dessert

quenching dry spells of low esteem

from sun baked rumors that hurt

like fine wine to my hearing

uplifting my spirit and senses

heaven’s manna bringing blessing,

to this dry earth full of curses.

Please hurt me gently!
If you will leave me
My heart, still a virgin
Bled love, never been.

my memory of you
emblazoned on topmost structure
of my iconic remembrances
overlooking all that are,
and are yet to come

an edifice weathering
the tempests of the elements,
the vogues of the moment,
and the fashions of times
a gilded personal heritage i always revisit.

venus rises at twilight
while descends the covering night
in the grey west,
where sun reclines to rest

will be the morning star,
when sun wakes up in the east
hope waiting from afar,
when light before dawn is least

the advent of so near a doom,
i foresee victories loom
beyong subdued, dark horizon,
dawn awaits, so i press on.

Take off your dress

Peel off your inhibitions

Let me caress

Stir your hidden passions

Wear your nakedness

Your real self reveal

If true attire you posses

Comforts of soul you feel.

O Venus forver!
With your ever-changing weather
Have in Mars caused one constant temperature
To have for you, an undying fever

Please do heal Mars, he is gravely sick!
Your perpetually changing elements make him weak
He feels cold, his fever for you grows strong
Shorten your winters, make your springs long.

i flatter you in silence
stirring that which is sublime
with acts of lush eloquence
hoping our heartbeats will rhyme.

make me mad by your restraint!

i want you in earnest

make me want you ’till i faint!

by being the fairest

*

your beauty- as temperate

as many a contrasting climate

a most enchanting weather

i feel warm, my hands shiver

*

bedevil me, o angel!

place me beneath your spell

by bewitchingly doing nothing

doesn’t beauty exempts its own being?

did your itchy tounge,
uttered it wrong?
what you long to say right,
or say never or might

’tis slippery
can’t easily get a hold
the mesage, sticky
subtle yet bold.

these alluring blushes you show,
will, for awhile, won’t go
revealing those rosy cheeks
the bloom of love for a few weeks

love’s blushes, such inviting shame
shown in glorious nakedness
if one, in words cannot proclaim,
those fair robes the face dresses

there’s only one way to end this,
spell it out and seal it with a kiss
such seals are not easily broken,
by living the love that was spoken

so let us now secretly practice,
lifelong things we mean to practice
let us now forever rehearse,
honeyed kisses and sweetest verse

i love you, now please kiss me!
you are blushing all the more
earth may know, but now secretly,
those blushes are mine to savor.

love is blind, never!

though lovers can be

love hits the heart of a lover

but lovers miss repeatedly.

you surely are my lovely living book
intriguing pleasures keep me hooked
whether or not between many a line,
your beauty read, yet hard to define

pages now silver but when they yellow,
their secrets still, the discovery i’ll seek
my knowledge of you will surely mellow,
into my golden book of timeless classic.

in paris’ tunnel not so clear

as the world approached the wrecked car near

the ugly wreckage became clear

the lifeless beauty was their dear

*

but they refused to believe still,

at first their hearts just never will

after they were shocked, they all cried

it was as if they themselves died.

in paris’ tunnel not so clear

as the world approached the wrecked car near

the ugly wreckage became clear

the lifeless beauty was their dear

*

but they refused to believe still,

at first their hearts just never will

after they were shocked, they all cried

it was as if they themselves died.

have i earned your ire?

with my wanton desire

if so, will my despise,

make you feel nice?

*

if this love be sin,

i’ll sin some more

my virtue- to win

your heart’s favor

*

i want you to death

my life, my breath

if love cannot see,

blinding is your beauty.

some loves are lost,

because they aren’t meant to be found

so big indeed the cost,

of priceless love you once were bound.

my lips will taste thee with honies on my tounge

for thou indeed want kisses done sweetly

swooned i by you, my sweetest song

thou art enticing words rhyming my melody

*

be then now well pleased,

that you are oh so desired!

for if not, you’ll greatly have missed,

what amorous attractions have sired

*

which became love so passionate,

that all the world could see

so fair are loves in truest state!

lovers can’t hide it succesfully

*

the world indeed loves a lover

as lovers love all the world

’cause the world glimpses forever,

when true love between two is unfurled

*

if being in love is to be a fool,

’tis a fool indeed to reclaim sanity

love’s heavenly, a citizen i to its rule

i loathe an exile to the earthly.

please make me come!
bring me to your kingdom
you are my paradise,
a place sensually nice!

i love you, i love you!
i love you, ’tis true!
my heart won’t now deny,
my love, ’tis no lie
*
angel, o you bedevil!
this is how i feel!
please be mine forever!
my love just gets stronger!

1.) you bedevil me, my angel
     you will bring me to hell!
*
2.) my love is like a red, red rose
     with many thorns up close
*
3.) what brings these passions erotica?
     a few drops of lime, a glassful of vodka
*
4.) i feel like a hunk wooing a lovely chick ,
     my girlfriend, a hen who makes me meek
*
5.) she’s lovely and fragrant as a rose,
     i’m having dyspnea with a runny nose

the sun is up little darling

time to stop dreaming

time to start living

new life, in the making

*

night is old, day is new

the world moves on, so must you

day can be short or long,

things go right or go wrong

*

the sun may or may not shine

the weather cold or can be fine

the world is older, yet new

seasons change, so must you

*

don’t you hear the busy street?

slow cars and hurried feet

each morning they come and go

affairs they, or they not know

*

yes, the sun is up today

like it had been yesterday

start working well in a weekday

on weekends, rest and play

*

the sun is up little darling

tomorrow it will still be

’cause the world keeps turning,

on new yet same reality.

"i feel warm in the coldest of days

  immortal ember, i’m safe in your embrace

  take me into the darkest night,

  so i can see you are my guiding light"

*

*

give him your affection,

and he will bring you affliction

give him your heart

he will tear you apart

*

he has sexy white fangs

want him to bite you?

laced with betrayal’s pangs

treachery, a wicked brew

*

sucking you in his charm

seducing you into harm

unknowingly a willing victim,

of his dark, gorish whim

*

spells cut like a knife

will drain out your life

as his fangs painlessly sink,

weightless are you, you think

*

rising into ecstacy,

you will descend to the pits

he will hypnotizingly,

take out your wits.

what good is the heart?

if you hide your love

love together and apart,

when lowly and above

*

do love when you cry,

’till those tears run dry

when they turn to joy,

you’ll see love’s not coy

*

love to you will drift,

if you love when adrift

swept by life’s windy force,

let love steer your course

*

give your love away,

if you want love to stay

for love, when you give,

love then you’ll receive.

MAN:

"i would like your flower be freshened anew

would you like me again to garden your virtue?

with love and desire, be drenched by my dew."

come morning reborn, again you just grew

*

WOMAN:

"come my darling, my lilies are verdant

for you my love, i’m so faintly in want

let my dry virtues, by your dews be drenched

my thirsty desire, by your love be quenched."

In tranquil revelry,

You are savored

A festive trance for those,

Celebrating your delightful being

*

Is its essence

Its fragrance,

Is its soul

Its essence can be touched

Its soul, distilled in the air- unseen

And gloriously felt

They are one

For they are inseparable

When a rose withers,

Its fragrance dies

When in bloom,

It perfumes the air

It is meant to be seen

And meant to be smelled

For what is beauty if not beheld

Fragrance is nothing if not smelled.

as an ilonggo, but more importantly, a filipino, comments and counter comments here have really gotten out of hand!
if i’m not mistaken about it, it’s what you call enthnocentrism: the tendency of an individual to look at other people’s culture thru the prism of one’s own. this breeds biased cultural profiling as what we can see in an individual, we tend to see in a general way to the culture he/she is affiliated with- which is not only unfair, but also very wrong. both sides, my fellow ilonggo brothers and my fellow cebuano countrymen have just shown themselves to guilty of it!

to my fellow ilonggos, be honorable and courageuos in your defeat! wether the lutong macau issue is true or not, we have to rise above that! ultimately, when all is said and done, aliwan is still an event showcasing the different festivals in the country. we maybe the yearly crowd favourite but in the eyes of the judges, we are not good enough to be champions. there’s no shame in being second best! it’s something to be very proud of! to my cebuano countrymen, be generous in your victory. and this generousity must also come with humility, if you really believe yourself to be one and not the very opposite you that you always accuse us ilonggos of.

it’s unfair to brand the sinulog choreography as basura/basurero because that’s a blatant insult to the judges and the cebuanos! i would say their performance was a splendid display of cultural jubillation!

it’s also unfair to call ilonggos ‘tikalon’ because that is a very sweeping generalization of an otherwise largely humble people. not all cebuanos are humble and not all illonggos are boastful, and vice-versa. in the passionate pride of both sides to prove they are the best, both did so at the expence of one thing: that beyond all the awards and recognition, it is still a cultural event that aims to strenghen each festival by becoming more aware and appreciative of each other’s rich experience. let’s stop unfairly calling each other grotesque names that seem to stretch the whole nine yards with no end in sight!

and if ilonggos really believe dinagyang really to be the barometer of other festivals, it should welcome that development because it could only mean one thing: the rise of many new mansions in a village is a sign of improvement in that village. if i were to live in a mansion, i would prefer to be also surrounded by mansions and not dilapidated structures! that’s being secure of your own place in the sun despite being surrounded by new and upcoming stars. and if sinulog really believes itself to be the best festival showcase of aliwan, then then it’s cebuano supporters should display it in a champion-like manner.

the way i see it, both sides have really brilliant people who are posting opinions in this online forum. but exercising wisdom and enlightenment are more important than impressing upon all the other people here how brilliant you are- be it a cebuano,ilonggo or whatever. that wisdom goes beyond one’s earning a grade of 1. something. that wisdom also goes beyond one’s achievement of being a former runner-up in mr. universe-asia. and to think that the origin of all of these is the aliwan festival!

i hope to see you all again in next year’s aliwan festival. congratulation(s) to the winners and peace to all!

you can have it from a distance,

or take soft or strong to the hole

look for your proper chance,

so your attempt is likely a goal

*

you win some, you lose some,

it’s still a winner-take-all

when championship games come,

it’s the most thrilling of all basketball.

a roomfull of dimly lit,

mind with dim a wit

maybe vastly clever

with wisdom, never

*

maybe smart,

in streetwise’s art

with starving spirit,

in an enriched meat.

boy, i read the news today

and the things i read were that of yesterday

when will i read the arrival of utopia?

surely, in the millenium reign of the Messiah.

Under the plethora of shimmering light

of this Milky Way,

its uncountable winking stars

stare down with blinking constancy

upon the tempests of change.

The written and unwritten story of man

The starry lights,

forever in speeds that stilled time;

its grandeur, in simple elegance captured

in Einstein’s balanced numeric expression: E=mc­².

The firmness of love knows no time

and distance.

It knows no changing temperaments

of seasons and places.

It alone knows the eternally frozen snapshot

of the fairest of weathers

being basked,

by you in temperate pleasantry.

Love’s eyes pierce constantly

with a speed of light

mocking immeasurable spacesca and galactic time

with an unchanged age.

I see you through;

our spirits, fused and one.

Whenever. Wherever.

If in doubt, whether to cross oceans

or stay in your paradise island,

tread with a sweet meditation;

along the path of doubt-between land and ocean-

along the shores of pristine sands.

Capture serene but resolved thoughts.

Hello Longing!

Do keep me company!

Greetings Parting!

Gone is my company.

As you walk on the soft innumerable

sands on the side of the sea

contemplating

with the depths of that body of water

somewhere yonder.

Thoughts more disturbed

than the waves that taunt the shore:

Take a lucid moment

to sit down;

with bare hands, gather sands.

Uncountable sands with definite numbers.

Mold two little shapes         

of you and me.

Smash those figures!

Mix them together.

Then part them in half.

Throw one half to the sea.

Huge and distant will the sea disperse our forms.

Sprinkle the other half on the sides of waters.

Far and wide,

spread our certainty along the shores of doubt.

In those countless sands

of a scattered you,

there will forever be countless bits of me.

And in those countless sands

of a shattered me,

there are eternal parts of you.

In the divides of waters

and through fragments of the earth-

we are one.

No distance. No time. No one

can keep us from the substance of the other.

In countless ways as the stars above

and the sands beneath;

and as transcending as the oceans- our love is.

do you really believe in love at first sight?

try then, to completely close your eyes

you’ll find first impressions, a mere faint light

now, open your eyes and always be wise

*

but first impressions do painfully last,

if you let yourself, in its spells be cast

how often love stories end so tragic,

when many began as beautiful magic

"inspired from the song ‘moonriver’ "
*
poems are made by fools like me,
but greater are fools who don’t love truly
for i tried to reach you my venus, my evening star
you seem so near, yet still so far
like that full moon i held in my hand
but forever never reach
like where your heart now seems to stand,
in a place way out of my reach
is there in you a special someone?
that all my love’s labors be undone
would i be asking you too much?
to reach out your hand for me to touch
i’m so weary of the pain i carry
this pain so big, thick and heavy
will i ever find back to you my way?
and be with you forever and a day
will i wait for the day to break
and groan through the night in this forlorn wake
and croon melodious misery
from deep of this heart so out of key
this night seems forever, long and cold
with none of you to see and hold.

does it start to reach the end?
or does it end to start anew?
to turn or not ’round the bend
the answer solely lies in you
*
will you cross paths dissecting?

or turn left or right way?

in moments of life’s crossing,

right and wrong paths ahead lay

*

it could indeed be grand
as grand as you really want
the outcome, long at hand
hope defies moments scant

*

but here comes faithful despair

who ever said life is fair

adventures are for those who dare

to conquer self above compare

*

seasons come, seasons go

we say goodbye, we say hello

we had friends, we had lovers

they or we stay or linger

*

yes , we reached the corner

shall we make a resolved u-turn?

or head to another chapter

crossing the yes or no return.

winds around are still

i feel tranquil

skies above are blue

love each day is new

*

nostalgic photographs,

forever poignant laughs

we two are all the sum

when together we come

*

a classic true-life film

in memories’ realm

each time forever

we come together

*

come with me,

i will take you down

up in the valley,

in green fields drown

*

there, we are free,

lost in the moment

live for eternity,

found in the present.

’tis indeed the season to repent,
repentance seems gone when lenten is spent
haven’t found any eggs yet?
there surely are lots in the market!

you once done me
i will add, miserably
now you can’t do me
oh, you’re so undone!

bring the noise beetle!
i would still be mum
your frustrations sizzle,
i am still dumb.

i wanna play with you

jumpstart your thrilling ride

turning you on into,

a rapturous joy in wild glide

*

my fingers have lips,

kissing you lightly

sensations go deep

you tingle deliciously

*

my fingers have tounge,

licking with abandon

in leisures, tasting long,

a sumptous meal never gone

*

i fingered through,

your walls’ inhibitions

love it, you do

pent-ups flowed sans directions

*

my fingers exquisitely hook,

entangles you willingly

pleasures scratched in every nook

pain, if piercings stop abruptly

*

i finger with wanton passion,

stirring you within

touching depths of emotion

heat rises burning your skin.

Dig deeply for a penny,

In your pocket’s gluttonous belly

You’ll find few coins, if any

Your fancies, so costly,

That you scrape always for money

Consider:

Throwing your lone coin to wishing well,

Whose magic, long in dry spell

Out and down your coin did fell

If you’ll go rich, filthy as hell,

A penny can’t tell.

Hah! What honest form of a disguise

Love can be a daytime robber

Love hides clearly within your eyes

Give back my heart, you wretched stealer!

What in you did I see?

Is what in you I did see

Trying to wear that flimsy mask,

Your mask bared your criminal task

For if you are not a robber,

That downtrodden face you wouldn’t wear

Should I write for you your own script?

For spectators’ film criticisms for me to heap

I welcomed you to my door?

You climbed treacherously through my window

Why this evil metaphor?

When sweeter is your honest “hello!”

Give me back my heart!

It is still my private property

You tried to steal it from the start

When you played me for a folly

Or should I call the police?

Those of fair in judgment and weather

With guns of commonsense that won’t miss

Imprison your conscience thereafter

Through your games you will be catched

Plans have long been hatched

For me to stand and take my leave

Frustrate your plans with none to deceive.

the peso is shrinking

is the economy far from sinking

our currency’s production value

getting bigger than its face-value

*

we must pull down production cost

to recover profits lost

but we could barely break-even

tug-of-war, of credit and surplus between

*

strong fundamentals, still a weakling

our neighbors’ foundations strengthening

the euro is consistently rising

against the greenback, so is yen gaining

*

but where do we begin?

if our start brings us back to where we had been

yearly clowning around the problem

the problem laughs in the middle of them

*

what is the heart of our woes’ matter?

is it the people or the people’s leader?

it is both, my countrymen

that we are now, as we were then

*

and so ther peso keeps shrinking

our nation’s fortunes continue unravelling

being compressed, we are shrinking

while our problems keep inflating.

what’s in me so deathly ails?

gripped with fear that so impales

*

i stared fear in the eyes
its eyes mirrored me
as unknown dread begins to rise,
this morbid fear is all i see

fright suddenly closes in,
the world outside becomes scary
alarm systems wake up within
my very core, beckons sanity

grasping for air, i feel drowning
teethering beyond depths of tranquility
in deeper terror, shallow breathing
at seeing surreal hell’s sentry

all i can do is hyperventilate
to have oxygen just adequate
relax, chest in, stomach out
anxieties inside, flow out.

in this eeriely melancholic room,

nearby echoes of a distant past

foretelling the end at the start of doom

love’s interlude, in remembrances last

*

in blinding curtains, tears began to fall

cascading in torrents of liquid freefall

wiping the face at height of recall,

pained pineapple kisses in whispered calls

–to be continued–

time, in stolen frames, stand still

moments look forever, you try to steal

in a place, creating memories you feel,

can be the future, seemingly real

*

could you be my valentine?

go out with you to wine and dine

drink in sips ’till we feel fine

i want you tonight, please be mine!

*

a heart in solitude becomes sick

with none to love, it grows weak

it finds itself with someone

to whom it calls, its only and one

*

in your eyes, there’s a twinkle

like these booze bubbles that sparkle

a fleeting glare with sequence fast,

but love’s tipsy feelings rarely last

*

and then, like any nocturnal date

time comes when it’s getting late

before starry twinkles bring sunny glows

timely goodbyes prelude warm hello’s

*

but oh, i am moonstruck by cupid’s arrows!

please come with me tonight!

let’s make love like no tomorrow

’till in glory, disrobed by morning light

*

when on high, let’s frolic among the stars

the curse of earthly passions can feel heaven

romance awakens at sleepy moonlit hours,

when ardent love stirs dersires hidden

*

one night valentines are not new

like those romantic dinners for two

after getting deliciously laid,

will love taste bland and just fade?

*

still, could you be valentine to me?

not just this february but forevermore?

it’s not just because i’m still tipsy

forever is you, whom i long for

*

afterall, i don’t believe in valentines,

but i do believe in love

not in romantic spills over glasses of wines,

but in showers of proof of how i love.

no matter how i try,

to versify

your heavenly thoughts

it all went for an earthly naught

*

i am a tired wordsmith

in moulding your superlative sheath

resistant through my fire

words cannot capture my burning desire

*

would there be trouble again in paradise?

if i lay on you my sinful eyes

me, far from being a saint

beholding you, i am most be in faint

*

of that most beautiful angel

way before paradise did fell

banished from God, this perfect Lucifer

who became Satan, the true liar

*

who am i to you, heaven’s messenger?

a sinful flesh saved by Divine Redeemer

you who are wiser, stronger, more beautiful

higher but humble- man, an arrogant fool

*

have i described you yet?

by declaring God indescribably-

of attributes, created your set

the poet in me beggars your poetry

*

let me look at the Written Word

to clear you about things blurd

you are a beautiful spirit made to serve

and assist in the works of the Eternal Verve.

secrets are made to be broken

once declared to a few chosen

past whispers now widely spoken

*

where prophecy had the seal,

in codes obscure to conceal

future events will reveal.

(clothed in shame)

*

briefly, i started to lament

and finished long to move on

from the love that wasn’t spent

when i tried to hang on

*

take your love with you

it has become my plague

distress did i inherit

with your flaming arrows

fired to my back

burning, consuming-

my wholeness of being

*

when in my sight

i beheld your like

full of mortal charm

giving immortal harm

i am wounded no end

longing a miserable end

than to endlessly groan

your deceipts invite moan

*

when you ought to strip

yourself to me

me who once was, and thinks i,

still is, the delight

of your eyes and heart

*

and so are you, my bittersweet

who chose to clothe

yourself with shame

when to be you,

your naked you,

is glory personified

"bring your friends close, but bring your enemies closer."

 -the godfather-

*

in uncovering treacherous schemes

nothing is always what it seems

clever, resourceful, russian spies

clothed in hightech, james bond disguise

*

who devised what nosey, smart trap?

the one who plays the hideous cat

of poisoned crumbs, is there a map?

to chart the end of naive rat

*

and rats are they, naive not so

playing games, they are in the know

a cursed thing of who bit the bait

the fortunes of who lies in wait

*

gossips blur issues, small and big

plotters are lovers of intrigue

who are the makers and breakers?

tragic kings or shrewd kingmakers?

*

could be a complex or simple device

expose the truth and hide the lies

no honor lies in corrupt fame,

where much is done to hide the shame

*

the plots continue to unfold

success and failure, both foretold

the house is creaking and rotting

cats and mice continue scheming.

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i will leave you,
only if you will miss me
’tis love so true,
to cry and let things be
*
then i’ll be back to stay,
only if you’ll beg me to
’tis sometimes in going away,
you’ll know ’tis love so true.

caught in the whirlwind of rapturous union,

typhoons of raging passions spinning inside us

uprooting our senses without any direction

swept in swirls of ecstacy, uttering moanings cuss

*

you arched your thighs and clenched the sheets

i buried my head between your loving breasts

we rode the ride, with hearts in pounding beats

audible through palpations of our kissing chests

*

turning ’round and ’round, we come and go

alternating between rhymes fast and rythms slow

in scattering explosions, became inseparably one

our countless, shattered, mixed bits- forever begun.

september 29, 2006

8:00 am: i woke up with malate and practically the whole of the big city looking like a sanitized   version
              of post-war lebanon.  it’s  been like 18 hours now with  no  electricity in pj’s courtesy of
              that "a-thousand-year" moniker of a typhoon which ravaged the luzon area yesterday. last
              night, the whole of metro manila was one huge urban ghost town! dark, dangerous, scary-
              except that it is not abandoned, as a classic ghost town is. my roomate, who is a future 
              heat-seeking lawyer, still in dreamland.

8:30 am: there’s no water in our wing! oh c’mon! i can live with extend lights off but not a sahara
              imitating environ! not this time! but then of course, it’s an exaggeration. bottled waters
              still abound in  7-11 just 4 minutes walk (the time depends on my mood actually)  from my
              5th floor room. that includes using the saturated and ferry’s wheel-like cuevas building
              elevator by the way. but you can’t bathe in bottled waters. except maybe if your prince    
              harry or paris hilton. so went i to the lobby and told the staff about the already obvious
              predicament. there’s still water in the lobby kitchen and cr if i would like to use it. i’m
              lucky. i mean i woke up relatively early in a difficult day without my meaning to. i usually
              wake up at 10am on a usual day, however i mean to be earlier! so i had myself
              a good morning shower while most  of pj renters are still asleep brought by last night’s
              nocturnal games and what-have-you because of the black-out. at least i don’t have to vie
              in line for a shower!

9:15 am: i already lost many hours worth of study/review time(seriously, i study too, hehe!)  because of
              the absence of power and consequently, ventilation/air-conditioning. the building
              is going towards an oven in some corners. i have but one option left- starbucks,
              robinson’s ermita.

9:40: yeah great! these people have the wavelength as i have. by the time i arrived there,
        the place is already almost full of people who also planned much earlier than i was
        to savor the now precious cool breeze of robinson’s airconditioning and a simmering smell
        of the morning coffee air. that usually doesn’t happen here at 9:40 in the morning. lucky me again! i just found a single nice vacant chair to settle  myself in.

11:30am: it’s not working. i mean, their airconditioning is working only half it’s strength. more  l likely, even less than half, as i recall now. i was perspiring by the i time finished 7 pages in a
               snail-paced speed. 

to be continued……………….                

maria clara: "pasa load man!:) P2 lang."

crisostoma ibarra: "good moring!:) tumambling ka muna at bibigyan kita ng pasa load."

maria clara: "abnoy!"

*

*

with just few pushes of a keypad,

you can have me as you’ve always had

but the day my celphone got lost,

is my love also gone sans any cost?

*

a self-imposed  wireless exile

made easier by a lost phone mobile

around countless wireless zone

mindless chatter makes you alone

*

the many celphone reasons for being,

is to become a mobile refugee

seeking asylum in ego-casting

3G citizens of electronic slavey

*

we quarrel, we kiss and make-up

in those wee hours, we hardly can stop

sending corny smiles and silly frowns

connected strangers and wireless clowns

*

let there be light in your mobile screen

turn it on and key me in

i won’t reply but don’t you whine

our celphone memories will only shine

*

wondering if i will ever go back

our textual games, i lost some tracks

need not read, between lines absurd

we read each one’s mind, in distances blurred.

do you need to hurt bitterly-

for you to learn to heal sweetly?

she haven’t meant for you to fall deeply,

she only wanted to drive you crazy

*

her celophane soul and sheepish wink

disrobing you, fatal attractions do sink

reaching the oceanfloor of your being

demonizing your sharks, never-ending

*

have sonar talks with your dolphines

they’ll bring you to where you had been

sanity beckons when madness closes in

redemption is oasis in the desert of sin

*

no wound means no need for a cure

a ship-wrecked soul can find a shore

docking restfully in a paradise island,

of clear, sparkling waters and pristine sands.

sugar is sweet

spices are hot

when these two meet,

what have we got?

*

it’s love like honey,

with scorching passion

a sumptous pastry

a hot and chilly union

*

life’s everyday routine,

can be a bland diet

sweet love, a spiced-up cuisine-

makes the world bright.

my imagination is always a thing of beauty

always no disturbance but full of harmony

maybe a tasteful music, beautiful flowers that grew,

of bedtime fairy tales i nearly wished to be true

*

a timeless wanderer among galaxies young and old

basking in perfect weather not too hot or too cold

flying birds on a distant blue mountain sight,

lively sunrise bringing day, lonely sunset bringing night.

it is the most

profound language of the heart

that a mute can understand,

but wise men

are hard-pressed to explain.

when champaigne shoots to the skies,

we will be getting high,

you and i

*

i removed the cork of inhibitions

out came overflowing bottled emotions

object of my exquisite taste,

let not this evening go to waste

*

you sparkle in gilded glass

adorning your lofty class

my nostrils sipping your fragrance

drinking you in a trance

*

get in my senses!

shed all pretenses

do not just linger

make this night last forever

*

I am drunk with love,

you intoxicate me

*

i am yours,

you are mine

declaring with boldness, not force

uninhibited by this French wine

*

my head is spinning oh so fine!

i love you!!!

"what’s in a name? a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

                                                                       -shakespeare-

*

My dearest friends, enemies and countrymen:

may i introduce to you, NAME

of our woes, joys and shallow lives- who then,

is worthy of praise and worthy of blame?

*

this NAME:

*

is it the substance that perfumes from without?

or a fragrance that emanates from within?

is it the trappings giving one a clout?

or is it greatness that at the core begins?

*

is it the meat of the matter?

or a mere icing on the cake?

for unmindful lives, it won’t matter

if the cake tastes sweet, we won’t stop to bake

*

if the title makes the person,

let each annex a noble title to his/her being

but if the title is made by the person,

then all names his/her own fame or shame for being

*

Is NAME empowered, or the one giving power?

to the darkened and enlightened- reply, reply!

of presidents, senators and commoners everywhere,

where do real powers lie? for those in powers lie,

*

all the time!

*

yours truly,

No name

her flower is not anymore not for sale

it is now withered and pale

once always freshened by the morning dew

the gift that youthful hearts buy to woo

*

and there now it is laid by the sidewalk

where before, in the choicest places locked

waiting for the love that never was,

it is now for sale to anyone thus

*

will it again by purest dews be drenched?

to relive the youthful love unquenched

now for sale, it had become so cheap,

some priceless things are hard to keep

*

where had the broken heart been lain?

still imprisoned in naive past that was slain?

begging to symbolize that was so chaste,

consumed in firey paid passions done in haste.

play well your cards

accept or discard

play devil or god,

i see through your facade

*

i won’t be your judge,

jury, or executioner

let you wear your false badge,

and leave you forever.

we’re not too young at all,

to truly, in love fall

and not too old to know,

that love does come and go

and when the years go by,

when that love’s still in our eyes

we’re not too young at all,

that love we’ll still recall.

it starts with an attitude. and once that attitude is persistently imposed, it becomes a habit. a habit once imprinted on, in, over, under and all through your personality DNA- becomes you.

it’s not an ideal world out there. that’s why, even on the physical level, DIVINE PROVIDENCE provides us with various compensatory mechanisms to maintain some semblance of ideal state, an individually unique balance, so to speak- to counteract the overwhelming extremes of nature. medical science calls this, "homeostasis". geometry’s monicker is, "balance of equation(s)".

a human body perspires in a hot weather for it cool down. it slows its metabolism in an extremely cold weather/climate to conserve heat. a plant, for it to grow tall to become a tree must be deeply rooted to adequately stand against ever changing weather conditions. those who are not deeply rooted don’t grow tall and grow together for the same counteractive reasons. that’s why grasses grow by fields or in shrubs to survive.

it’s our perpetual abuse of these wonderful built-in compensatory mechanisms that are giving us all kinds of diseases- on a physical, emotional, and spiritual level. life has many weathers. sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy. winter, summer, spring, fall. we can’t do anything to change the weather just as we can’t do anything to stop the sun from rising or setting. but our decisions on what to do during these extreme weather changes reflect the kinds of attitudes and habits we are imprinting on our personality dna. will we ride out our life’s storms or must we take temporary refuge? must we wallow during our life’s winter of discontent or must we create our own little fire in our own little fireplace to warm us a little? making the most of what little we have have during periods of want. to warm our souls. to make us happy.

happiness is never dependent on what we have or we have not. as the dusk settles along manila bay, i saw a lovely old couple holding hands, talking gleefully to each other, clad in simple clothing. in the dusk of day, in the twilight of their years, they are finding the dawn of their lives. i saw another couple. young, glamourous looking, sitting in a glitzy open-air cafe picturesquely nestled along baywalk. grim-looking, looking sideways from each other. then the gorgeous girl stood up without a word, got into her car and drove-off, leaving the immaculately dressed and handsome guy. hopefully it’s just a temporary dusk and the sun will rise again between them.

letting life’s weather influence our predispositions is letting people, events, things influence the way we live. freewill, within the bounds and submissive of Divine Guidance is a unique human entity that could catapult us to the greatest realization of ourselves.

to be continued……………..

"nothing is new

under the sun."

so said the wisest

king solomon

*

what has been,

will be again

what is now,

it was then

*

things of the first,

are of the last

whether time walks slow

or runs fast.

the tide not ebbing

it is rising

towering waves collide

over the head that hide

lost in the middle of the ocean,

looking for the one

somewhere there

nowhere here

longing for the shore

which way? not sure

shallow breathing

sinking fast- deepening

drowning in memories of her angelic voice,

when made known is her choice,

not to choose,

but rather lose-

YOU!

side a:

i borrow the lines of shakespeare,

when reading between lines become unclear

some intimate things rarely come near

love is a thing beautifully queer

*

ergo:

*

there is war ’cause there is hate

it is love we must create

if love can spin the world around,

let love within us abound

*

and the world is now spinning,

we’re still confused

*

*

side b:

*

i think……..

that i feel more

therefore…….

i think not.

i am my myocardium.

hypothalamically yours,

id.

would it be

that i should accidentally unhook you!

and together,

we’ll make history.

oops! confidently buttered fingers!

i beg prudence,

to come to me

she said in silence,

"leave me be!"

"that way, you can have me!"

dreams are made by fools like me

but greater fools don’t dream at all

those greater fools act mindlessly

not yet risen, they start to fall

*

i run to my world of dreams,

but then, i dare not hide

people who hide, it seems-

are those whose hopes have died

*

too many broken hearted people,

fulfill wishes, they’re not able

their world of dreams, their solace

their wishes fulfilled in that place

*

i am a dreamer, but not alone

many also have dreams of their own

must i or you be really proud?

we’ll see, let’s live our dreams aloud!

languishing idly…..

on and among

the soft pricks

of gentle and the green

grasses,

of yore

*

yonder,

a palace-

abandoned and disheveled

*

sheltering what once,

was us…….

*

or has it become our glorious prison?

like the buckingham of late diana……..

*

over the grasses……..

*

rolling,

*

dangling

*

in the cool mist of morning

*

staring at the pale blue sky

*

above

*

and beyond

*

i saw heavens opened,

*

out came a unicorn,

with wings of an eagle,

the freedom to choose

*

with eyes,

baring your soul-

bearing my longings

*

you flew away

my longings chose to stay

*

when i let you be…….

my otherworldly……

intimate connection

*

in this beautiful strange earth,

i long for land of my birth

*

darkness became,

of the pale blue sky

*

gathering heavy clouds of uncertainty

*

out came the tears,

its raining in ireland.

you can buy a king’s worth of bed,

but you can’t buy a good night’s sleep

it matters not where lies the head,

if trouble there lies so deep

*

and in there it dies and rots,

poisoning your infested thoughts

how be it that a poor can slumber?

so sweetly deep in contented chamber

*

to be continued

you can buy a king’s worth of bed,

but you can’t buy a good night’s sleep

it matters not where lies the head,

if trouble there lies so deep

*

and in there it dies and rots,

poisoning your infested thoughts

how be it that a poor can slumber?

so sweetly deep in contented chamber

*

to be continued

can be there in an instance,

without going the distance

*

out there is a jungle,

in the middle, your castle

*

the snakey thrill ahead,

full of thrill and dread

*

whenever and wherever the way

now stay, now going away

*

meeting lions and tigers,

butterflies and flowers

*

encounter strangers and friends,

in straights or ’round the bends

*

know the trees, not the woods

understand what must be understood

*

triple "w", "dot", "com"

where did you came from?

*

where will you go?

should anyone care to know?

*

the world getting smaller

you, getting further

*

and going farther,

without going anywhere,

what of him and who is he?

don’t infamous words play, "hello garci….?"

is he not or is he guilty?

what says the investigating body?

*

the queen’s salvation, no matter

friends and enemies take matter

her apology is the accusing devil,

we are in for long times evil.

what of him and who is he?

don’t infamous words play, "hello garci….?"

is he not or is he guilty?

what says the investigating body?

*

the queen’s salvation, no matter

friends and enemies take matter

her apology is the accusing devil,

we are in for long times evil.

saw you as a mannequin,

in a signature boutique

in centerfold of a glossy magazine,

that went out just last week

*

assaulted by your t.v. commecial,

the new silver screen siren

for however deeply superficial,

i’m stucked deep, you feel heaven

to be continued……………

saw you as a mannequin,

in a signature boutique

in centerfold of a glossy magazine,

that went out just last week

*

assaulted by your t.v. commecial,

the new silver screen siren

for however deeply superficial,

i’m stucked deep, you feel heaven

to be continued……………

the silence we have is eloquent,

it speaks in myriad and sundry ways

a song profound with you present

come beside me, as our music plays.

"i am addicted to risk"

—sharon stone—

–basic instinct 2–

in moments lucid,

disturbed is the brain

boredoms are morbid,

they drive you insane

*

of things profound,

are things that confound

like being deeply shallow,

an infinite hollow

*

like to be on the edge,

it’s when you feel alive

feels trapped in a sledge,

don’t know how to drive

*

the actor?

or the acted upon?

the plot twister,

how did the story began?

*

in the darkness of doom,

is seen the light

in the mouth of gloom,

eaten by the night

*

when young, afraid of ghosts,

in youth, of girls

now he boasts,

"my wife afraid of my girls!"

*

he took a delusion,

to believe her truth

relished her confusion

her lies too smooth

*

in a dragon’s lair,

or tiger’s dungeon

blindingly fair,

life’s usual creation

*

so comes out freakish control,

digging it’s own hole

will you ever come out?

life gets a thrill with doubt.

i see you,

without ever seeing you

’cause i see through you

*

i speak the words

without making a sound

only us can hear

*

a language, a penmanship

only we can read,

only us can decipher

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naked,

without ever undressing you

i know you

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is it a shame?

or is it glory?

it is both

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for the virtues

and imperfections,

in same moment laid bare

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not time,

not even distance

can veil it

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for in you,

i see me-

an unfathomable familiarity

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the highest depth

of mystical understanding,

explored together

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no poetry

can fathom the secrets-

that love revealed between us

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your thoughts are mine,

and mine yours

we are one

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the words,

long ago flew away,

’cause now, we don’t need them.

you said, "come on!"

"i’ll turn you on!"

"you had me won!"

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"tail me!", you said

"all through ahead."

" ’till where i’m headed."

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’round and ’round i went

for your glamourous intent

longing dead-ends, i’m spent

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i’m all in a daze,

in your serpentine maze

a mist-laden haze

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when i reached the end,

or so i thought in that bend

to start, you had me send

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reaching for that gilt-edged entry,

a stupid looking sentry,

guards your stupidity

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saying, "hear my creed!"

"my will, you heed!"

"desire and bleed!"

the players all have nice clothes to wear

they are flimsy, they might as well bare

their spin doctors have thick clothes to spare

their shameful deeds, mostly seen nowhere

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mostly vie for "spectator effect",

whose lives they profit from and affect

throngs deceived, players still entertain