November 19th, 2009

Of Affairs

 

 

Every affair starts with a dare.
And, sometimes, a cold lie.
A warm kiss that gives birth
To a memory,
A moonless night
And a harmless guile.

 

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Beneath Ortigas Station of MRT

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Posted by digitalkapre at 01:53 AM | 22 comments

November 18th, 2009

Motorcycles and Kissing

 

 

Riding a motorcycle is like kissing.
You ride from one place to another,
But it is never about reaching the destination.

It is always about the Ride,
That spiritual communion between you and the spirit of the road.

Likewise,
It's not the physical act of kissing ,..
It's the metaphysical part of it ,..
If you kiss somebody ,.
It's like you're inhaling their

Soul.

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Beneath Shaw MRT Station

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Posted by digitalkapre at 03:04 AM | 4 comments

November 17th, 2009

On catching a penny

 

Stranger --

I cannot believe the look of accusations in your eyes.

Your penny may roll about and reach me,
Quench my sorrow,
And feed me for the night.

And maybe it might bring
Your distant soul to heaven,
And you, the praise of angels in the sky,

 

But still,
I cannot believe
The look of accusations in your eyes.

 

Posted by digitalkapre at 01:52 AM | 2 comments

Save me a dream

 

 

Save me a fisherman's dream
Wrapped in a peaceful night
And shiny seas.

Where the embers of the city
Fades to a purplish hue
And the waves -- calm

Like this night.

Tonight.

 

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Manila Bay Breakwater, 11/15/09

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November 15th, 2009

Allergic to Humans

 

 

street urchins and beggars,
the skyline
cradled by the moon and the sea.

beside gavroche sleeping peacefully
I close my eyes and smell the air.

oil and sea spray.

after all, this is manila.

the thieves and fishermen tell tales
and past stories.

I listened.

somewhere, buried in the noise,
the sound of the hissing air
caught my ears.

and somewhere, where the sea
reflects gold and rainbow --

I am lost in a maze of colors.

breathtaking.

...

come with me.
the world cannot find us here.


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The Manila Bay Breakwater - 11/14/09
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Posted by digitalkapre at 03:42 AM | 5 comments
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