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silang may pinakamalagkit na titig sa mga butuin...

Lea
Buklod

May ningning pa ang mga bituin
Nagbangon na sila't handa nang salubungin
Yaong mga mangingisdang nagpalaot sa magdamag
Katulad ng marami pang kabiyak naroroon si Lea, naghihintay

Kilala nya ang kilos ng dagat
Kilala niya ang mga awit ng habagat
Saksi ang mga alon sa wagas ng pagsuyo
At sa tuwing pagdating ng sinta
Panglaw sa puso'y dagling naglalaho

Wala mang katiyakan, muling pagsasama
Natutunan na niyang mahalin ang pangamba
Natutunan na niyang mahalin ang paghihintay
Wala mang katiyakan, Naroroon si Lea, naghihintay

May ningning pa ang mag bituin
Nagbanong na siya't handa nang salubungin
Ang mahal na asawang lagi't laging lumilisan
Ang tubig sa kanyang mga mata
Maaring luha ng tuwa o pagdurusa
Wala mang katiyakan...

poesis: SUDDEN COLDNESS

putting LitCrit aside.

SUDDEN COLDNESS
18 November 2006

Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, not ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal -- yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou has t not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
- Keats


Chills coming from the spine after it was poked
crawled to the breathing carcass until it reached the hollow heart.
The heart became ice-frozen on the surface till it cracked;
the water gushed forth -- they were tears that dropped deep
down the bosom, after the mighty-head shattered into pieces.


Water gushing from the heart gave more chills, for it is
now mixed with the sad breath of a dead chimney.
Now there's but black and cold to fill the space of what
was once bright and warm. Flame and chilled water are both too
difficult to hold: one would be too hot, the other would be too cold.


There's nothing to look at and nothing to hold dear.
For everything that is sudden will all be gone and done.

first time!

this is the first time...

... i witnessed a rector being installed.
... i heard heard Gaudencio Cardinal Rosales' Mass in my academic battlegear.
... i heard "How lovely is Your dwelling place" in an academic-community mass in ust, sung by seminarian-cantors. (it is usually chanted at the Parish masses.)

November

WORD GAME:

dread... not about horror and halloween stuff... start of the second sem... readjustments... da return op da comeback... tatay manding... installation... fr arceo... will there be new about ust?... research methods... 3philo... powerhouse roster (goodluck guys!)... leo garcia... ateneo... wednesday sked... hornedo... gradschool... dread... christmas... prior to that... thirteen... change... radical ones... unexpected turns... wouldve been nice... fear... christmas... sad... scrooge... should be happy... but it is not... tears... lost... brat... worth... expectations... disappointments... happy feet... traumas... dissertation... power... force... effort... will... truth... good... stay... go... no... sure... i dunno... faculty show... fun... scapegoats... paskuhan... friends... reunions... cold... gifts... family... Jesus' birthday... love... dread... fear... pray... wish... best... surrender... hold on... Lord!!!... Bacolod... convent... scapegoat... face... fears... brave... strong... alone... hope not... scared.

LORD...

*and I am listening to Waveback Wednesday... whatta... ?!