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		 		 Saturday, June 26, 2004
		 		 "sa'yo"
 
 sa isang lulan kung saan ako'y namamalagi
 sa aking balintataw kasama ka sa bawat pag-iisip
 pag-iisip na walang katapusan na sadyang tuloy-tuloy
 imahe mo'ysadyang nakaukit tulad ng tula na parang dumadaloy
 mga ngiti mo'y aking mga tanglaw
 tulad ng haring araw na sa aki'y tumatanaw
 mga ningning ng mga mata mo na makikislap pa sa mga bituin
 sa aking patutunguhan ako'y gagabayin
 ika'y aking pag-asa,gabay at lakas
 sa bawat pakikibaka walang dudang aking mapalalampas
 salamat sa iyo na dahilan ng buhay ko
 sa larangan ng pamumuhay ako'y iminulat mo
 sana ika'y aking kasama sa lulan ko ngayon
 ng maipadama ko sa'yo ang init ng pagmamahal ko
 ngunit mailap sa katotohanan na maramdaman mo ito
 pagkat ayaw ng tadhana na magkadaupang-palad tayo
 sa puso kong ito sadyang kaysakit
 pagmamahal na para sa'yo ay di nais ikubli
 ngunit ika'y may mahal ng iba na sa akin ay malaking tiisin
 dasal ko sa Kaniya hanap mong kaligayahan sa kaniya'y tagpuin
 kung ako'y muling ipinganganak nais ko'y kapiling ka
 kung ako'y mamamatay misyon ko sana'y bantayan ka
 pagmamahal na para sa'yo'y sadyang isa ng imortal
 wala nang kamatayan pagkat idinasal ko na sa Pinakabanal...
 
 paulo| 9:24 AM
 
 
 
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		 		 "the poems"
 same words were written
 same thoughts were told
 but the meanings do not change
 they were inscript in bold
 
 same measures that doesn't end
 same places where they were thought about
 same twists alond the bend
 but still the same way when
 they all came about
 
 same way the way were all written
 same paper where they were all inscripted
 but still the meanings still there
 all of them could be compared to a simple
 quote
 
 i don't know how they came
 i don't know how they were written
 but it is me to blame
 because i love you that would stay the same
 
 i love the words i write
 i love way they all came about
 in these phrases i could always hide
 that i always love you 'til the day i die...
 
 paulo| 9:03 AM
 
 
 
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		 		 "nature's intimate wrath"
 timeless of beauty
 beauty of timelessness
 lies silently
 in nature it bled
 gasped by the wind
 sorted by dread
 in dark night
 the sight watches
 haunted by the glimpse
 reminded as it passes
 
 recovered by dawn
 slaughtered by dust
 the force within
 reaches to fight
 the bay of moonlight
 cast dark shadows amidst
 to devour in flesh
 but in the last breath
 sweet tears fled
 
 advocate of supremacy
 kissed the lowlands
 teeth of path revealed
 in the heart of command
 the earth being touched
 by the enriched moist
 the claws of death
 now resisted as it was foretold
 
 the passage of time
 sailed smoothly in the ocean
 salinity unbalanced
 the currents crashed
 destination was set
 but the factors synthesized
 let the wave of road take me
 soul of beholder untorn apart...
 
 paulo| 8:47 AM
 
 
 
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		 		 Wednesday, June 23, 2004
		 		 "heart's gate...reopened"
 
 long moments of a while since i left
 a place in my heart i can not push myself
 to forget
 a dwelling of happiness, an affair with
 deep sorrows
 the way to the parting of my heart and world
 as everything started to unfold
 
 but still i returned there without me knowing
 slowly opening the door, now caring the gardens
 i left before
 the earth to which drought kissed now fertiled
 and misty
 but the person i thought who was there is gone
 banished and vanished by the guardians of
 nature
 
 i searched for the key but it's out of nowhere
 the key that i thought that opened the needing
 rendesvouz
 but the banished had taken it whom i thought
 was still there
 he's gone,he's gone did not wait and want for me
 
 but how was i able to open the dwelling locked
 for security
 wasn't it because of him why i locked it?
 there is really many a mystery in this world we
 we live in
 because i didn't know it is you who opened the
 garden for me...
 
 paulo| 8:13 AM
 
 
 
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		 		 "recovery of denial"
 it has been respressing
 since i depleted you on my memory
 but the thought of having you
 is like a wish of vanity
 suppressing it is
 for i can't extract you from me
 the denial of a memory
 is the loosing of sanity
 
 damn you are
 and will always be
 but the real damned is here
 just distorting the reality
 i've tried to hear
 the howls of truth
 but did not listen
 to the heart which it will unfold
 
 now the karma of lies
 waves to beckon
 the genuinity of my foolishness
 i am a corroded diamond
 rutted is my heart
 and so as my mind
 denying you was the solution
 but your power made me to be overthrown
 
 now i am bleeding
 by a poisoned arrow
 the denial i made
 is now coming for its vengance
 i am powerless now
 just like the fall of troy
 the recovery of denial starts
 i've to pay until my morale parts...
 
 paulo| 7:49 AM
 
 
 
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		 		 Tuesday, June 22, 2004
		 		 "a day with a demi-god"
 
 gods are in heaven
 but i think not
 your presence is strong
 like a bolt of lightning
 the strength of your shine
 is much brighter than you are
 is it because i'm here
 with you along the daylight...
 
 mortals are envied
 by the gods superior to them
 for they can decide whatever
 the freedom is cast unto them
 i can decide
 if i can stay longer
 but can you stand the chances
 of my absence if ever?
 
 you are not the god
 for you have no literal power
 you are the one whom i trusted
 to care of my endangered heart
 but now i am living
 not under your shine
 i was left by you
 under the tyranny of your gods
 
 i leave you now
 and return no more
 please be in disposition
 to decide on your own
 break the supremacy
 in your hands be thrown
 for a day with a demi-god
 is like living dethroned...
 
 paulo| 4:56 AM
 
 
 
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		 		 Friday, June 18, 2004
		 		 forcible sign up
 
 honestly, it is out of my learning how to start this article...
 i want to make this a fab one but this is so impromptu...
 but one thing is for sure...
 evrything will change...
 in the blogspot world...
 
 paulo| 10:05 AM
 
 
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Sorry, but don't confused this as my online diary, I don't have a life to write about!
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 mharlon
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