To be in a perpetual state of grief
To always sink into a mawkish abyss
Held back, thrust forward, ill-equipped, here-you-go
It was to read as a brief chapter
Now it seems to play as the theme of the whole tome
Tag: prolific nonsense
You, In This Light
You showed up… Or maybe you showed off… It’s all a little murky as it happened… Even now… in controlled recall.
You looked at me the way we stare at the sun… Not for long… All for wrong… Reasons.
I now wear these lemon glasses indoors and
REMS
This dream… My imagination could never come up with… Anything remotely close… With enough mindfulness to… Consider consequence… As part of
Poison the Well
I did not poison the well
I just wanted to have a drink of water
I may have overreached and
There You Are
There are places you avoid even if … It sounded like, then, a great idea… See where it goes…
This is not a rabbit hole… This is a snake pit, reasons for… Why those scars are right… There, both your
If You Must Loathe Yourself
Self-loathing is a trademarked attribute associated not exclusive to me. This path is taken not for the want to be liked but for the want to find a way to like the existing self. There’s no need to expound on motivation any further, as by doing so only subject us to teeter a tightrope that always lead to a tragic fall midway into the pit of ignorance. The imbalance is caused by ignorance, as it tries to qualify an elitist, divisive and corrosive pursuit to brandishing some semblance of uniqueness or establish an exclusive club.
Instead, I wish to explore why
Prolly Nonsense
I stare at it
Remaining blank
Aim some well intended
Empty ideas, I fear
This thing will not get done
I never had the courage and I
Was presumed to be just lazy
Better Guitar
At a work interview I was asked, “Tell me something about yourself that we do not know about you?” to which I fumbled the answer, big time, by hastily responding what could be inside my heart and launched recklessly to the top of my head “I’m a better guitar player than a card dealer!”
Now, of course, the worst thing that can happen to an interview is to turn it into an interrogation. Ideally you want to use this period to lift yourself up, sometimes you dig yourself a hole.
All I wanted to say was that I am better at being creative than being a cog in a machine.
Pop Radio Once
“So, who’s your favorite dj?” Pan, with the voice of god, asked. We were kids talking shop. Talking about pop radio history since when we started paying attention to it. I froze because Louie D. and Jude Rocha is kiss-ass obvious. It was 2002, Chico and Del just left RX, so that may be a spot that either of us would want to discuss with mostly innuendo and 3rd hand information. Besides, I was just 2 weeks in to the internship glamorously named “student jock”. My real answer was Hill-Billy Willy, the first name that came to mind; him with Rudolph Rivera and voice characters the Count, and Grover, shamelessly ripped-off Sesame Street by smile radio, 93.9 DWKC.
DWKC is a precursor of the mass-radio format prevalent today. Yet, the archaic format of KC would sound too “pa-class” with the current FM mass-radio genre, most of which would probably attribute their style with Martin D. of ABS-CBN’s DWRR. But today’s version try to outdo each other as a better incarnation/abomination that is Love Radio.
By luck or circumstance, WKC was able to liberally play Andrew E.’s
I Still Have to Water the Plants
Her empty room, my tear filled heart
<p>I walk slowly
Slowly into
To your empty room
All thoughts of you come flooding in
I close my eyes
Open my heart
Calling out your ghost
You are nowhere near my truth
I’d stay, but more like left behind
I’d stay and water the plants
I remember you telling me
I can wake up late
Saturdays til noon
Sweep the yard at dawn
Come back to bed
Still, I’d have to water the plants
I’d stay and water the plants…
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