Blank Walls

My eyes blankly follows
the hands of the clock of vengeance.
Moments of peace ticking away-
shattering my mind's abundance.

Through the cold mist
I see familiar faces of destruction.
Traces of the anguished tears
binds the search of salvation.

The colored messages of the past
levitate away from the clear sky.
The decadent soil erupts itself
to let the mortal faith die.

Imprints of the luminous
memoirs fade away in the cavity.
Remember the days of bliss
gone and transformed to perfect hostility.

I'm gone, dear,
and death won't bring me back.
Lost in the sight of blank
I see no hope on the side of this track.

I know that the soft beam of grace
would hollow up nothing on my delight.
The fading darkness on the
eye of the storm would not stop
my spirit from taking a violent flight.

That angelic caress
surely touched the palate of my soul.
But now, misery puts my sanity
hanging on the towering pole.

This sadness is a form
of the curved stature of poetry.
I force happiness created
by delusions of alienated frenzy.

I never wished
to hex all tears forever.
It seems pain and sorrow
are the only things I deliver.

Secrets we keep
are hints of this unsurpassed voodoo.
These make this matter worse;
It's time for us to be true.

All left to do is to cry some blood
to bury under the sands of time.
I surrender, and now,
I have to carry the yokes of my crime.







Acceptance and knowledge work hand in hand.
You have to know to accept.
You have to accept to know.
Open your minds and your hearts.
Feel and rationalize.


I wish the world could just shut up and smile because all we need is some ice cream and a hug.

Dolce

As the sun declares its glory,
I see my soul from afar,
I smell the inviting scent of cigarette
And inhale the rotten air of jealousy.

My eyes witness the
Defying rules of justice.
A sequence of longings
murders the eternal hope.

Fascinated by destruction,
I looked into it and tumbled down.
The ensemble of sadness and fear
plays a masterpiece of death.

The phantom in me,
embellish the musical chaos.
I am lost in the marvel of darkness.
Trying to find a fire to light up my heart.

I was devoted to the
synthetic endeavor for love.
My thirst never dared to neutralize
the rebellion of my mind.

I witnessed a dash of
enabling charity a breath away.
I helplessly ran towards
the unknown flash of blinding light.

Then a sweet scent of affection
nested around me.
A flame invaded through
the door of my very soul.

Deep in the stillness,
The colored world speaks to me.
The punch of glee
evolves my being.

But then again, every bit of sanctity,
Must come to an unveiling end.
Happiness eventually fades away
from the view of the blue sky.

I find my heart
submerged in the blood of anxiety
I find my eyes in tears,
trying to close my eyes and dream again...







DOLCE means sweet...

Every sweet chapter may come into a bitter end of closure to purify its meaning...

-end-

BH
bring home; beat hurt; be happy

Who Is Isabelle?

Watching the dim stars
A cluster in the corner of my eye
A bright light nears my view
Que belleza!
What beauty!

Isabelle:
Such wonder...
Such wonder
Devoured my confusion.

Isabelle:
A shower of bloom...
A shower of bloom
Flashed in the darkness.

Isabelle:
A breeze of tide...
A breeze of tide
Amidst the gushing winds.

Isabelle, Isabelle!
Que belleza!
What beauty!

Isabelle, Isabelle!
Bestow me your love!
Isabelle, Isabelle!
Whisper me endless hope!

Por fin,
Mi amor ha llegado a lo largo de!
At last,
Thy love has come along!

Isabelle, Isabelle!
Well nurtured you will be.
Isabelle, Isabelle!
My heart: happy and free!


Isabelle,
Now, seas will come between us
Sadness dampens my spirit
Tomorrow, you must leave
My arms with great solitude

Isabelle, Isabelle!
I press my cheeks against the wall
To blanket the tears of my broken heart.

Isabelle, Isabelle!
Let destiny intertwine
Our journeys.
Isabelle, Isabelle!
We will meet above,
Under the tree of sanctity.

And now, Isabelle,
Tú eres mía, por fin.
You are mine at last!

Que belleza! Que belleza...




i watched a love story in youtube... so i decided to make this i-dont-know-what... I hope you'll like it... I'll ask my buddy to make me a chatbox at the right side of this site so you can put some comments... if you don't understand the story, please read and read again... I would like to thank my chatmate in spain Ms De Valgo for translations... If you are reading this, i hope you'll like it... some of the words are from the spanish version of the song At Last by Etta James...

-End-

Amour

i remember writing poems that rhyme
inspired by you, i am in my prime
i wake up and see you in the sunrise,
living for you is living a paradise
you are my scarlet autumn snow
a kiss from you is worth the show
your eyes illuminate the dark abyss
my life is good, nothing is better than this
speechlessly lost when i look into your eyes
because of the bliss you bring, an angel cries
magnificence is shown in your smile
fetching every pain is worth the while
you bring colors on my black and white silhouette
eternal touch grants my soul to resurrect

Avatar

/ˈævəˌtɑr, ˌævəˈtɑr/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [av-uh-tahr, av-uh-tahr] - an embodiment or personification, a representation of an object

such magnificence
embodied by morning glory.
in this nervous heart,
every beat is voluntary.

such grandeur
embodied by immortalized smile.
those magnetizing eyes
pushes my mind to exile.

such allure
embodied by freezing fire.
realizing that you
are what i desire.

every drop of you
animates humility.
every doubt on life
turned to security.

a dash of hope
is what i am given.
by such wonder,
my life is now driven.

He Made Me Cry This Day

He made me cry this day.
He unfolded a canopy of such
beauty right before my teary eyes.
He made me cry this day.
He made be count the billions of stars
He gave on the palm of my hands.
He made me cry this day.
He made my fly such distance
in a high altitude--- forgetting my fears---
just to see the everlasting goodness
of life..
He made me cry this day.
And for this, I thank Him.
He made me cry this day.
And for this, I love Him.



---BRO---


Be Respectful to Others...

Reasons Why You Shouldn't Bring A Puppy Home

I was thinking... I think I should write some funny things. After all, I am "naturally" funny, they say. Errmmm. You mean MY FACE IS FUNNY???

I wouldn't write stuff about my everyday life because that would be soooo gay (no offense guys). "BLOG" is a sophisticated way to say, "I am using a DIARY on the internet and it's open to everyone because I want my friends to know what I did that day." HELERRR??? Have you ever heard of TWITTER or FACEBOOK, Dumbdom? Even Miley and Taylor Swift is using it... Even the poorest swimmer, Manny Villar, has it... But remember --- it's still a diary! and that's gay. Yep, that's GAY... G-A-Y... (please don't be offended... I just want some things to write here... :D)

Well anyway, this is my 2nd entry( WHICH IS MEANT TO BE FUNNY... but if you are offended by the things i said above, just go to the bathroom, masturbate, and call your mommy and don't even open this site again... THANK YOU, PLEASE DON'T COME AGAIN.

OK... That's enough... OMG, I just said many things. I am sooo gay... There, I said it... SOOO GAY... G-A-Y... HAPPY? Well if you didn't do what i said you should do, then you would have easy revenge on me too. OH SHIT, that rhymes... cooool... If you read again, then you'll be a fool... That rhymes too, right? because I MIGHT be gay, just MIGHT... Holy crap, I'll stop even if I'm good at this... Because then, you'll be pissed... (WHAT??? if you read again, there are 3 pairs of rhyming words.)

"Jesus Christ, don't make me gay..."

OK... I'll stop... STOP... STOP... STOP... this is the last STOP...








now my entry will start at this point:


My mom took me to a pet shop. SHE WOULD BUY ME A PUPPY!!! YEY!!!

Yes, I want to stick my nose on the monitor too... AREN'T THEY CUTE?

Well, my mom didn't bring me to a pet shop... not even once... :( and she didn't buy me one either... I just made it all up... just to make a respectable length to my entry...

but Mike Enriquez investigated about their MODUS OPERANDI... Trust me, we can't trust those rascals... Because when puppies grow up, they become DOGS... (very informative, right?)

1. WHEN THINGS GET BIGGER, THEY GET BIGGER THINGS.

Puppies are so CUTE... CUTEY CUTEY!!! yeah!! whatever...

I mean, look at that horrible thing... JUST HORRIBLE! Look at those claws... That could rip you in to bloody pieces of flesh. and look at those fangs, it would stab the shit out of your ass.. and how about those eyes... That creepy stalking eyes... move your head left and right... IT FOLLOWS YOU RIGHT?

Well basically speaking, puppies eat dog food... Dogs eat dog food --- LOTS OF THEM... LOTS... puppies needs a chew bone of a chicken. Dogs need a whole skeleton of an overgrown COW...

2. WHEN MAKE THINGS BIGGER, THEY MAKE BIGGER THINGS

Puppy...

CUTE??

DOGS...

Man! I wish they could do that, right???

MY DOG...

Yes, I disposed a pile of that once... I just rolled over it and took a bath...

3. DOGS LICK EVERYTHING... I MEAN EVERYTHING....

4. Puppy-dog eyes eventually turn human...

How would you like that for a stalker???

5. They die...
Yep... I cried... lots of times...

And they will all eventually look like this... want that to happen
to your dog??? don't get a puppy....



I THINK I MADE MY POINT...
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED...




-END-

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