PROSE

By nature I am just devilish; I am nothing if not 'self'ish.

My words are a lot of hot air; I too am abreath of air.

I am nothing-granted; but I am here.I am just energy- no mass-

 only frequency.There is a sea of energy surrounding you like air or 

or water- readily available (... więcej)

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A few years back we had a cheap restaurant called Radio Valencia. For a short time, while the area was not yet disgraced by so many loud post-adolescent dotcommers and smug yuppies, we could sit and listen to some pretty decent live jazz, eat the cheap and abundant bad food, and if (... więcej)

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Stuck behind a combine harvester on a country road I suddenly see this pagoda behind a cedar fence, with cherry trees in bloom. My mind did a double take. The sign read: Authentic Zen Garden. After the day I had a few moments of inner peace were exactly what I needed, so I pulled into the driveway. (... więcej)

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~drifting down that rat hole~
~he don’t want to go there alone~
~so he invents superman~
~trades women sex for drugs~
~gets the boys that way too~
~the world is his his stage is his world~
~everybody wants to see it~
~make him run~
~run away~
~die rockstar die~
 
~angels run away~
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Challenged to bleed thoughts that convulse cerebrally into this realm of presence; discourse that longs to realize the tactile experience of human senses; to infuse its meaning essence into this contemporary network of contained vessels of energy’s manifestations; to promulgate its thought presence (... więcej)

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Hiding in the effable depth of the psyche lies in waiting; the genome trigger to the Soul purpose to Being; encoded, etched into the fiber of elemental-construct that manifests pre-ordained; order of atomically, encrypted prophecy of omnipresent, cosmic-energys’ design entrusted to the sovereignty (... więcej)

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Mockingjay
 
I hear the screams of the rebels and the peacekeepers just a block away. I conceal my bow and arrows further inside the cloak. I try to keep the idea of Gale right now dead or more like being tortured. The tears are in danger of coming again; I try to forget to what is happening to Gale (... więcej)

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The inner depths of my soul screams in agony, torrmented by betrayal of trust, care, and devotion. I can't sleep at night, for fear that Death's flaming chariot shall take me away. I can't eat while my soul starves for attention. I can't cry, my eyes gave up their tears when you died. (... więcej)

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Warriors of light always keep a certain gleam in their eyes.
They are of this world, they are part of the lives of other people and they set out on their journey with no saddlebags and no sandals.
They are often cowardly. They do not always make the right decisions. They suffer over the most (... więcej)

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A warrior of light knows that certain moments repeat themselves. He often finds himself faced by the same problems and situations, and seeing these difficult situations return, he grows depressed, thinking that he is incapable of making any progress in life.
‘I’ve been through all this before’ (... więcej)

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Everyone is a beginner at life. Is life a game? In some ways, yes. In some ways, no. Life is something that can be always used in an analogy with virtually anything. Life is like an apple. It seems all shiny and inviting, but you never know if it's poisonous.
Life is like a mirror. You can always (... więcej)

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(Note: Not a true story. I'm not depressed or anything. I think.)
 
 
It’s my final masterpiece. One I’ve been working on for weeks, if not months. It’s been carefully crafted, drawn out before, a million times maybe, and in detail to every little diamond, color, and stitch. I’ve (... więcej)

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‘Tears sprinted down my face, but the thought in my mind was just another fantasy.  Until he rounded the street corner and my wall of war debates, melted to reality.  He was in one of those jeeps you always see in the movies picking up your loved ones on the way to the fighting grounds for the battle.  (... więcej)

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England has sonnet, rondel and limerick. Japan has haiku, tanka, renga, and katuata. And Philippines has tanaga, dalit, and pisiya.
 
If you are familiar with Filipino poetry, then you might be wondering, "Uhm, Yehoshua, pardon please? What in the world is pisiya?" Well if you do, I'm (... więcej)

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As a Filipino poet, it is my responsibility be familiar with the Philippine culture. It is a prerogative to me to know the hidden treasures and precious heritages of my own country (especially the special features of its literature), to treasure them, to be proud of them, and to show the world their (... więcej)

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I shouldn't have done that. Really. But I hadn't another choice. It wasn't the better one, but it was the only I had. Or I would do this or I would regret forever. I know that.

"People always have another choice." That's not true. Absolutely not. I'm witness of (... więcej)

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God Spirit Consciousness:a manifestation of Mind born to this cellular, material dimension by the seeding of a Soul-energy, the gift to conception, giving birth to a life-journey whose path is to gain full realization: an Awakening; not given but found by those whom, by catalyst of intuition, come to (... więcej)

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The streets of the shopping district were as full as ever as people scurried about trying to finish up last minute Christmas shopping. Snow had begun to fall in the early hours and as time ticked by no one took notice of the rising levels in their rush to get everything on their lists. Unnoticed by the (... więcej)

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The village cried to me to put it out of misery, however, I could not undo this nor could I stop it. It was far too late. It was already over for them. Fires raged upon the roofs, brightened my eyes and dilating my pupil. The section I was in neatly placed houses symmetrically. Each of them was made (... więcej)

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Subconsciously challenged to encode a revived spirit energy; an awakened paradigm to Presence that lay dormant within the original cellular construct to this living entity awaiting the catalytic infusion of time garnered mystical enlightenment to inspire a reality manifestation concretely and significantly (... więcej)

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Under the red moon of the navies that battle in the tide of dreams
great cycles of clouds and fog announced these nights at the edge of the sea
where the world ends, where all the maps are thrown and all the names are
changed.
 
These nights trashed away in the wind.
 
These nights of great (... więcej)

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It is late. I find you asleep and roaming that
other landscape while in front of the snow fields of the pages I set words like
black wolves silently running after the scent of fear.
 
I have returned from the city where others lived
and died long ago and left it all to my ramblings and the (... więcej)

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take in all my pain, my agony, but take in my life, my joy, my love. when i die, i want you to take it all. promise me, just make me a promise, that when i can't talk and my skin hurts and my lips are swollen and my hair is gone, that you'll take me away.

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"Again and again and again..." The raven haired boy said repeatedly. He feels like he's finally going insane. "I hate this, hate this, hate this, hate this...." He really don't want to go to sleep. "That girl... what does she want from me?", he thought. Repeated (... więcej)

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“And from the chasm of her throat she uttered the
scream of our mortality, In the vastness of her wet eyes she produced a
flood…”
-        Excerpt from “Mourning Song for Gaia” by
Nascosto Nome
Chapter I
The apartment on
Amsterdam Road was a mess. Crumbling bricks and flaking (... więcej)

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Always running. Running from those dreams that seem too good to be true. Running from those people who're too nice to be good. Running from those places that hold all of those memories. One day I might stop, but not today. Today I need a new picture. A new tree in my backyard. A new flower in my (... więcej)

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Redemption is not an easy thing. It is an epiphany. You may feel it close by, but until it thinks you're ready, you'll never see it. It may sneak up on you and leave you feeling guiltily empty inside. It may gently overtake you with a charming smile and make you feel light and buoyant. (... więcej)

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The dreams we hold in our deepest souls. Those are our secrets.  Those are our hopes. Our wishes. Our nightmares. They are our fantasies. They give us our will to live. They give us our foresight.  Our patience. Our desires. What a world have we created where our dreams are our nightmares? Where our (... więcej)

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I will not sink.  I may be in so far over my head that I honestly cannot tell which way is up, but I’m still swimming.  I am not giving up.  I will find my way out.  I may almost drown – I may actually drown – but I will not sink.  I will not go out with a whimper of distress – I will go (... więcej)

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Tears pour down my face like from an unearthy powerful waterfall. I tried to grip something for support mentally and physical, but nothing can keep me up and give me strength. My thoughts wonder a different time in my life, and then to another, but in each landscape, you are the centerpiece. A questions (... więcej)

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