Words of a predictable mind

I want to stop. See people again. For who they are, what they are. Not as blurs racing past, nor as mere mile markers in a Disneyfied journey.

I want to see the defiance in their eyes. That look of utter rage, as eloquent as classical poetry, as timeless as inherent anarchy.

I want to hear their songs. Songs of lament, songs of joy. Songs meant to move the immovable, touch the untouchable, conquer the unconquerable.

I want to taste the blood flowing in their ...

oh poet, my dear poet,
my sometime friend,
my forever lover.
why are your roses,
once raging with beauty,
now raging, and
raging still,
in silent mockery?

oh sage, my sweet soothsayer,
my sometime friend,
my forever lover.
a thousand apologies will bleed
for the flame of forgiveness
to scorch this cold heart.

we both yearn, yes, I know
for those same roses that raged
in stormy caressess. ...

There is no such thing as the truth.

The world is flat; humans don’t need oxygen; and the earth is the center of the solar system. Dragons, the winged and fire-breathing kind, did exist. So did unicorns and care bears. Politicians never lie, they just want to be politically correct. Left-handed people aren’t really left-handed, it’s just an illusion of space and time. There is no such thing as the truth, for what is true for me may not be for you.

There is no such thing ...

I was once told that tact is for people who aren't witty enough to be sarcastic. Being the egoistic human that my friends proclaim me to be, I immediately searched the net for information about sarcasm so as to be among the witty few. Here are some things I found:

1. Wiki's take on sarcasm. Sarcasm is "a sharp, bitter, or cutting expression or remark; a bitter jibe or taunt",[1] usually conveyed through irony or understatement.[2] Most authorities distinguish sarcasm from irony;[3]

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she, for whom a pedestal was built,
for the known and unknown, that which gathers
the laments of lovers. she, for whom light
was meant to falter in yet glorify at once,
she is this and that, yet never these.

she, for whom thousands marched unflinching,
where every laden step speaks of faith,
that which leaden arms beckon, offerings
of love, of piety, of the humblest humility,
she is and is not, yet never was.

she, for whom ...

*repost lang usa kay nagsuwat pa ko sa part 2 sa previous entry

None of us really dream. It's just an illusion that we choose to believe in to keep alarm clocks happy.

And why should'nt we? After all, alarm clocks define our existence, no matter how much we'd like to ignore them. They are a constant reminder of the mundane inanity called reality. They exist to give life some sort of perspective amid all the confusion of practicality and objectivity.

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There are times that I would wish, with all my heart and all my faith.

I would wish that I could finish a sentence without squeezing in a word or two tinged with sarcasm.

I would wish that, despite the mockery of ever-present neurotic neurons, a single line of thought would see itself to the end without going into tangents pretending to be parallels.

I would wish that apples would remain apples though oranges may frolic like a grape in heat.

I ...