Black you are ,..
Rubbery and smooth ,..
But I love you still.

You tied my hands,
And you tied my time ,..
But I love you still.

I see light in you,
I see colors in you,
I see the world through you,...
And I love you still.

My 1000D.

I have often wondered about how I would see things on my last breath.

For instance, if you jump from a bridge, and the fall will take you about 3 minutes ( impossibility in physics, I know, but what if ), would that 3 minutes allow you to see the world in a different manner, see light in different colors and see things from a different perspective?

Would God make your last 3 minutes worthwhile?

Can a lifetime of pain, suffering, love, beauty, happiness and joy possibly equal the beauty of the world in that last 3 minutes?

As seen from afar, the old bridge is a breathtaking view along with the background of a living city that breathes life and carbon dioxide to any lonely souls in search of hearthaches and complications in life.

Here we huddle and rub each other's elbow on jeeps and elevators and we pretend as if the world would be here tomorrow. And it usually would be. And sometimes, we go places to see lights and colors and to capture this beauty. As if a 30 second exposure of a camera is enough to capture the essence of Cebu,.. but at least we tried. And that is the most important thing.

... Some say poems

... And some do sing

... Others sing through their guitar strings.

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from Kaleidoscope World by FrancisM

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Some are mad, while others laugh ...

Some live alone with no better half ...

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Others grieve, while others curse ,...

And others mourn behind a big black hearse ...

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from Kaleidoscope World by FrancisM

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