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by paolo macariola a.k.a. happy writer

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Forever in silence pt.2

we spent forever in silence
once more
meanigless still
like dead heartbeats

trampling graves
of deaf and mutes
we fall to pieces
in everlasting nightfall

we remain meaningless
within our own caskets
soundless like the abyss
apart

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Drunken Creed

"Drunken creed"

i believe in gods
the gods almighty
hailing from olympus,
india and sometimes heaven
sometimes fat and pot bellied,
wielding a flash of lightning
or nailed on the cross
i believe in the creation of heaven and earth
from the sweat of a primordial cow,
from the thigh of a titan
all before the seventh day
for that day is when
they watch their own humans
on a large t.v.
eating heaven popcorn, drinking beer,
cursing and laughing at us as we nail ourselves
to our own crosses, engage in holy wars and bathe in sacred rivers
mysterious as filth.
in between our shows
are commercials that show
who goes to whom.
leaving each god
only a handful of souls.
so i dont wonder anymore
why gods are always drunk on sundays
yet i dare not ridicule them
or their drunkenness
I believe in gods

Sinta

"Sinta"

Ikaw ang bahaghari ng delubyong
sakop sa balabal ng anino
ang siyang kadilimang
kumukuyom sa tinta ng aking panulat
at ang katahimikan
sa kalungkutan ng ambon

ikaw ang paghele ng isang libong gabing
nagbibigay liwanag sa anino ng mga oda,
ang awit at ang ingay,
ang bulaklak at ang tinik

ikaw ang tubig at ikaw ang apoy
ang pagsilab at pagkalunod sa alaala
ikaw ay ako rin,
ang langit at impiyerno
ang simula at katapusan,
buhay at kamatayan ng aking pagkamakata

The bad effects of clogged drainage

this is when i went to starcity (themepark) with my bestfriend... this is about how i miss my girlfriend when i was there..

"The bad effects of clogged drainage"

Swimming in the flood
are divisions of emptiness
stretching from each of our distant fingertips
that dissipates city lights
into lonely apparitions
just beneath the mud
which creates a growing force of gravity
as we drift further away by millenias
only put to rest by the next brushing of our souls