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| Monday, March 07, 2005 |
| Drowning |
there is a dull throb
in my chest
as if underwater with
the bubbles slowly trickling
from my mouth
and never quite audible
are these screams
lodged in my throat
there is a furious beat
in my head
as if claustraphobic and barred
by lock and chain
and made from my imagination
is this freedom that swells
every time you turn your head
when i tiptoe outside your door
i saw you crook your finger
and again i'm pulled down deep
into these dark waters of madness
and i cannot scream still
the undertow stole my final breath
until my heart drops slowly
to that dull throb
i started out with. |
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posted by Rax @ 15:48 |
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| Abraxas |
Abraxas, on a tv show said:
there were all sorts of
untruths us morals admit to
which can never really be labeled
as right or wrong
The minor demon explained:
"There are white lies, black lies
and many shades of gray lies."
Things we buy everyday
like canned goods at the convenience store.
and then I thought:
How about you? Would you be willing
to trade our solid ground of
unadulterated truth for sales talk
on the home shopping channel?
For the worth of one smile:
Abraxas' favorite expression -
a half grimace and half grin
would you break down the cement walls
for the excitement of a pitched tent?
If so:
I will ask Abraxas myself
to build us a new house
using the bricks he adverised -
ones made of white, black...
and the many pebbles of gray. |
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posted by Rax @ 15:40 |
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| knowing but not intervening... |
| About Me |
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Name: Rax
Home: Makati, Philippines
About Me: I am many things: aspiring poet, advocate, lawyer, with a good grasp of reality. I am also passionate when it comes to chasing dreams. After all, a childlike imagination is just something I cannot outgrow. Which is why I write(...and refuse to give up anime, fantasy novels and video games... :P)
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