Your Kind Of Water

what kind of rain
are you?
she asked me in
a time long forgotten,
in the academy of clouds.
her voice
was rolling thunder,
both soothing and
deliciously loud.

well i am a mere
drizzle to your storm,
i answered,
i couldn't
afford my own puddle,
i am unnoticed
in crowded days on
wet season boulevard,
and i always stay
inclouds
anyway.

and her laughter
was startling, got all
kind of people
jumping,
in the world
underneath us.

it must be nice to be
like that. she said. she smiled.
her translucent wind
tangled with my breeze,
and i knew bliss
in a way no rain
has ever
felt before.

she went her way,
thought i felt
a lightning spark
from her cloud as grey
as a fading night
caress me,
for a moment
ere it was
gone.

and her laughter
was echoing, in my
little cloud,
merely
a breath to her storm.

so what kind of rain
is she,
should someone
ask me;
she is the kind that
rains all day,
in every place where
you ever
blew.


12162005

mental block

dutifully the night hides your ghost
behind a bed of wistful stars
i gaze and find no traces of your blood
as if you never existed
beyond the madness of my closed eyes

its a conspiracy, i know,
between you and the seven skies
this hide and seek and tale tell lies
i let them wade unnoticed
dspite these gray stains on my hand

i thought i was done breaking you
on a new poem's coarse lines
but still you stalk me, a willing prey
wanting none of these vague words
trying hard to make a rhyme

trying hard to make me rhyme.

ndg.12.20.2005.7.37.p.m.

Tripping On Constellations

tripping on constellations

the weather seldom matches her heart,
in her upside-down world.

she walks on fallen skies littered
with half-buried stars,
and almost trips on Vela,
while the tide lashes its salted tongues
in mock laughter, umvewihillion miles
above her head.

the moon has just gone, drowned
into the vaporous ground before her,
sunken and acting Atlantis to little things
scurrying over this ground-sky.

she ignores them, and proceeds
to brush off stardust from her plain
white nightgown, and waits for the sun.

but the sunrise is again, without
a grand entrance,
a disappointment...
a dead fish floating to the surface.

always inedible.


gelaco/12132005

hey :)

hey all! so nice to be here ;)
... and ang nice ng background! :)

knock knock!!!

andito naaaa koooo kapamilya, kapuso, kaakibat, kabarkada, katropa, kaarangkada, at ka-kung-ano-ano pa! ;)

Into the dark side...

finally, we will have something else to look forward in blogging.
no pressure people! no pressure at all! ;)

paalala lang .... 'wag ubusin lahat ng oras sa indirect hrs for blogging ha!
tsk tsk tsk.

sore jya.

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