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If I were to tell someone about my life today, I could do it in a way that would make them think me a brave, happy, independent woman.
All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.
And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free.
That is why, regardless of what I might experience, do or learn, nothing makes sense. I hope this time passes quickly, so that I can resume my search for myself--in the form of a man who understands me and does not make me suffer.
But what am I saying? In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.
It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone.
That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.

True Blood for Franco

     True blood glistens no matter what seasoning is sprinkled into it.  It is a relation that often
overcome the dictates of realities.  It is embeded in the guts of men, and usually rises when it
encounters one of its kind.  For as long as it is of the same drop that has existed and multiplied in
time, no matter how far have they existed no matter how long were they separated, and even both
were unseen to each other at the start of awareness, this relation will always surface.  And even if one was pre-conditioned to hate, it will always rise and forego whatever shortcomings was
committed by its own kind.  Once true blood is felt, everything would seem to be casual and normal, and the relationship that shall be apparent will look as if it has existed long before.  It is a natural human instinct, a manifestation that answers the many doubts in life that usually go with one's heart beat.  It is an inherent feeling that causes uneasiness whenever one of its kind maybe in trouble.  True blood can never be altered.  It could mix but never saturated.  It could be hidden to others, but not to its kind.

~for my superhero~

The loneliness of the warm wind

reminds me you are gone.

A grey shadow on a distant wall,

marks the time that has passed,

since your departure.



The wind has become my constant companion

fashioning lullabys

that whisper your name.

Singing softly of the love we knew,

I think of you,

on still-lingered cold nights.



A month of nights, a year of days,

how long must we wait,

for your return

to the place we once knew,

where life was love, and freedom was a song?



How long can we last,

in our cells, without windows?

We have been forced apart,

thru no desire of our own.



Oh wind, whisper to me,

can we return,

to life, and reality?

Give me a song,

set my heart free.

 

wala lang

Night time is overtaking me

as daylight falls behind.

My life is slowly losing

the sparkle and the shine.

A life filled with promises

and empty bottles of wine.

This loneliness is beginning to

encloak me,

I've lost all sense of time.

Self-pity overwhelms me,

I've begun to lose my mind.

While death is overtaking me

and daylight falls behind.

 

hay......

In the chill of the damp night,



I ran silently and swiftly



to reach my destination,



Thinking as I went,



of the despair and regret



we must face



At tomorrow's departure.



It is strange



that after so short a time



We must return to ourselves



To our own minds,



and decisions.



Why must we face this?



Why must we be forced down again



into the space



from which we've just emerged?



As I reach your door,



I hesitate.



Will this be the last time?



The last happiness we will know?



Perhaps years will pass,



and yet, we are forced to accept it,



for we are not yet old enough



for minds of our own.



Finally in your arms,



I realize,



This isn't the end!



It is only the beginning



The youth of our love,



and happiness.



only our first departure.




 

life

As the early dawn comes

and I watch your warm body

rise and fall

in soft slumber

I know

your dreams of today must fade

for today

it will be no better

than before.



Life has brought us to a place

on an old dirt road

in the mountains

and left us with no gasoline for our car,



We must do the best we can

with what has been given us

and live the best we can

for life is real

and can hurt us if we don't.

 

this is for you.....you just don't know it.....G

Love came softly

lowered its head,

You are my desire

come to my bed.



I followed an old road

and once 'round the bend

was met by an army,

come lend me your hand.



I fought many wars,

Spent time with a wound

have cried in the evening,

watched old flowers bloom.



'Tis time I shall leave thee,

Watched sunsets from other shores

and regret not giving

my love even more.