BREATHE 2008
For new posts this 2008, please jump to
http://www.breathe2008.blogspot.com
or
http://milben.tk
see you all there!
Acrophobic and the Everest Summit
The trespasser leaves the secret garden defiled
losing its sanctity and the familiar comfort
that one gets in solitary confinement.
What should be done when the home loses heart
and turns into nothing but a structure that can barely stand by itself?
What could be worse than a world full of masquerading strangers
to the eyes of an introverted man?
My body palls.
Hoy, Miss! Biyahe Tayo!
Inabot ka na ng dilim diyan sa sakayan ng jeepney. Hindi ka ba nangangatal sa lamig? Mabuti na lang may payong kang panangga sa ulan ngayong gabi Na siya ring lilim mo habang tirik ang araw kaninang tanghali At naging silong sa hamog ng bukang-liwayway. Hoy, Miss! Kailan ka ba nagsimulang maghintay ng masasakyan? Sa dami ng jeepney na dumaan ay ni isa’y wala kang pinara. Di mo ba alam ang iyong pupuntahan O takot kang tuluyang iwan ang pinanggalingan? Hoy, Miss! Sakay na sa auto kong puno ng gamit At hayaan mong samahan kita sa iyong pagpapasya. Sa panahong ganito, kailangan mo ako, kailangan din kita. Sabay tayong magliwaliw, maligaw, maaliw Patungo sa sangandaan ng buhay. 
Hoy, Miss!
Leather
wow! 3 years since this... uhmmm... stuff... my blogging experience started. it's been going well though not as frequent as i used to. nevertheless, it survives. Sans readers, i hope it continues to survive for many more years.
Plucked
In a herd of white sheep, you were ostracized Because of the brown spots you’ve got. Never did you feel needed. In fact, no one ever sought for a strand of your wool. One time, as you rested alone behind the rock, The serene empty valley awoke you. Your heart trembled. Where are they?, you asked. BAAAAAAAAAH! BAAAAAAAAAAH! You called for help even if you knew that no one would hear your mute cries. You quivered as you realized the confirmation of a doubt— that nobody really cared not even your good old guide. You ran hoping to catch the end of the herd. And you did But only with your small eyes. Too near yet so far, you mumbled. With envious yearning, you watched from afar As the heavens condoled Bringing forth its mighty water archery. It cleansed everything there was Of impurities, of fraud. The brown spots that troubled you Were nothing but stubborn dirt— Stubborn but temporary. You’re as white as snow after all! You were excited to rejoin your group But you witnessed an appalling revelation. The white washed off the coveted sheep And the smell of asbestos filled the place. Vindicated? Pointless longing?