the cebu life

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redemption
may 5, 2005
12:07 AM

my heart has dried
of long droughts
and prickling heat
of the cycle of each day
going by.
my veins are gray
tired and worn out
of the friction it creates
with the same
old blood passing by.
my eyes are stressed
of seeing in every waking
similar faces that self-destructs
each moment rolling by.
My hands are trembling
each time they try to surmount
each new daunting task
life presents.
my body is tired,
beginning to dismantle
because of lack of viscosity
of the ego.
Until today,
when rain fell
and redeemed my soul.

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sleep

January 19, 2007

1:45PM/management class

sleep.
rest.
why do we sleep at all
if only to miss moments.
like standing still in a daydream
a whole world passes by.
babies born. grannies die.
and animals morph
into monstrous beasts
while tides change
and stars fade out into blackholes
somewhere in the cosmos.
too many simultaneous events
too little we are capable of grasping.
like batteries
we put ourselves in bed
to recharge
to sleep
to rest
and maybe to dream
of things that keep us sane
and for a few moments
create a world less harsh,
a paradise for the id,
a wonderland
not so much like the world
we wake up into
-to face
-to live
-to get by
-to kill time
-to get tired of
only to sleep it all off.
again.