Sonnet 116

the only poetry about love that i fancy... 

Let me not to the marriage of true minds


Admit impediments. Love is not love


Which alters when it alteration finds,


Or bends with the remover to remove:


O no! it is an ever-fixed mark


That looks on tempests and is never shaken;


It is the star to every wandering bark,


Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.


Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks


Within his bending sickle’s compass come:


Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,


But bears it out even to the edge of doom.


If this be error and upon me proved,


I never writ, nor no man ever loved.




– William Shakespeare

thoughts

some thoughts i had several years ago (found it in a piece of paper). thought i’d share it here. interestingly, i still have the same thoughts as way back then. did i remain a child or was i already old then? hmmm…

perception

truth is nothing; perception is everything.

leaving the present

how can one live in the present when it means accepting now is the nightmare one feared; can one allow itself to wake up inside this dreaded dream than to choose the hopeful unreal?

making decisions

decisions make me tremble; for as always we end up in an unfortunate scene. so we let ourselves be driven by destiny; only to find out that it’s the worst decision we had ever made!

pedestal

you brought me to a pedestal. then you left me there.

cage

i am trapped in this body.  it restricts where i can be; loads me with responsibilities; interferes with my fluidity; represses my desires; lets me live in hunger for liberation; then leads this to starvation when seduction gives me a taste but never realizes the promise of liberation.  body let me truly free!

words

nameless faces’ words are the trigger of my destruction.

mind and fears

the incessant motion of my mind gives life to my inmost fears.  inanimate fears which my heart struggles to resist confrontation.  solution? my mind to stop.  but then i will be dead.

drama

the drama of life is not so much the villains and victims; rather it is the pointless strugle, for life in reality is governed by destiny and the endless meaningless sacrifice for nothing; for there are necessarily times for everyone to be helpless despite all efforts and prayers; but the realization of a person’s insignificance seldom leads to acceptance, and mostly only to despair.

brain

it is not the heart that gives life, for it is the brain that remembers.

choices

would you rather gain knowledge than to be ignorant? and would you rather be miserable than to be at peace?

lilipad ako

            gusto kong tumalon sa mataas na building. at sa aking pagtalon, ididipa ko ang aking mga braso na animo’y ako ay isang ibon na lumilipad ng malaya. raramdamin ko ang hangin sa aking mga mukha, pipikit paminsan-minsan upang maramdaman ang aking paglutang. ididilat ko ang aking mga mata upang makita ang kabuuan ng lupa. at sa pagkakataong ito, makikita ko ang isang larawang maganda. ngunit ang gandang ito kailanman ay hindi magiging katumbas sa saya ng aking paglipad.

            habang ang katawan ko ay inaakap ni Haring hangin, ang mga imahe ay sunod sunod na lumilitaw sa aking isipan. ako ay biglang bumibigat. ako ay nahuhulog, at hindi na lumilipad. at biglang matatapos na ang kaligayahan ng aking paglipad. pag gising ko, ako ay muling nasa lupa. hindi ang lupang nasilayan sa aking paglipad.

            di bale, bukas tatalon na lang ako ulit sa mataas na building.