From the time na narinig ko ang latest single ni Lady Gaga na "born this way" alam ko nang mapapaindak talaga ako nito. Una yung beat, masyadong pampagana at mabilis plus na nakakapanginig na drum and orchestra na background. Pangalawa, yung kagandahan ng kumanta panalo sa interpretation ng melody at ng lyrics. At siempre pangatlo ang Pamatay na lyrics..wooot! nabasa ko lang sa Lyrics niya na para pala ito sa mga inagawan ng oportunidad kagaya ng mga bakla at nagmomotivate sa mga well oppressed people na tumindig at lumaban kahit anung kasarian ka pa at anung kulay ka pa..well renowned para sa akin kasi nakakarelate talaga ako.. ang galing mo talaga Lady Gaga, that's why idol na idol kita sa lahat ng bagay!!..hope someday we will each other..
narito ang whole Lyrics ng song at Music Video
LADY GAGA, "BORN THIS WAY"
It doesn’t matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M
Just put your paws up
’Cause you were Born This Way, Baby
VERSE:
MY MAMA TOLD ME WHEN I WAS YOUNG
WE ARE ALL BORN SUPERSTARS
SHE ROLLED MY HAIR AND PUT MY LIPSTICK ON
IN THE GLASS OF HER BOUDOIR
“THERE’S NOTHIN WRONG WITH LOVIN WHO YOU ARE”
SHE SAID, “‘CAUSE HE MADE YOU PERFECT, BABE”
“SO HOLD YOUR HEAD UP GIRL AND YOU’LL GO FAR,
LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY”
CHORUS:
I’M BEAUTIFUL IN MY WAY
‘CAUSE GOD MAKES NO MISTAKES
I’M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY
DON’T HIDE YOURSELF IN REGRET
JUST LOVE YOURSELF AND YOU’RE SET
I’M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY
POST-CHORUS:
OOO THERE AIN’T NO OTHER WAY
BABY I WAS BORN THIS WAY
BABY I WAS BORN THIS WAY
OOO THERE AIN’T NO OTHER WAY
BABY I WAS BORN-
I’M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY
DON’T BE A DRAG - JUST BE A QUEEN
DON’T BE A DRAG - JUST BE A QUEEN
DON’T BE A DRAG - JUST BE A QUEEN
DON’T BE!
VERSE:
GIVE YOURSELF PRUDENCE
AND LOVE YOUR FRIENDS
SUBWAY KID, REJOICE YOUR TRUTH
IN THE RELIGION OF THE INSECURE
I MUST BE MYSELF, RESPECT MY YOUTH
A DIFFERENT LOVER IS NOT A SIN
BELIEVE CAPITAL H-I-M (HEY HEY HEY)
I LOVE MY LIFE I LOVE THIS RECORD AND
MI AMORE VOLE FE YAH (LOVE NEEDS FAITH)
REPEAT CHORUS + POST-CHORUS
BRIDGE:
DON’T BE A DRAG, JUST BE A QUEEN
WHETHER YOU’RE BROKE OR EVERGREEN
YOU’RE BLACK, WHITE, BEIGE, CHOLA DESCENT
YOU’RE LEBANESE, YOU’RE ORIENT
WHETHER LIFE’S DISABILITIES
LEFT YOU OUTCAST, BULLIED, OR TEASED
REJOICE AND LOVE YOURSELF TODAY
‘CAUSE BABY YOU WERE BORN THIS WAY
NO MATTER GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BI,
LESBIAN, TRANSGENDERED LIFE
I’M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN TO SURVIVE
NO MATTER BLACK, WHITE OR BEIGE
CHOLA OR ORIENT MADE
I’M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN TO BE BRAVE
REPEAT CHORUS
OUTRO/REFRAIN:
I WAS BORN THIS WAY HEY!
I WAS BORN THIS WAY HEY!
I’M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY HEY!
I WAS BORN THIS WAY HEY!
I WAS BORN THIS WAY HEY!
I’M ON THE RIGHT TRACK BABY
I WAS BORN THIS WAY HEY!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Joint statement on ending acts of violence and related human rights violations based on sexual orientation & gender identity
1. We recall the previous joint statement on human rights, sexual orientation and gender identity, presented at the Human Rights Council in 2006;
2. We express concern at continued evidence in every region of acts of violence and related human rights violations based on sexual orientation and gender identity brought to the Council’s attention by Special Procedures since that time, including killings, rape, torture and criminal sanctions;
3. We affirm the General Assembly joint statement of December 18, 2008 on human rights, sexual orientation and gender identity, supported by States from all five regional groups, and encourage States to join the statement;
4. We commend the attention paid to these issues by international human rights mechanisms including relevant Special Procedures and treaty bodies and welcome continued attention to human rights issues related to sexual orientation and gender identity within the context of the Universal Periodic Review. As the United Nations Secretary General reminded us in his address to this Council at its Special Sitting of 25 January 2011, the Universal Declaration guarantees all human beings their basic rights without exception, and when individuals are attacked, abused or imprisoned because of their sexual orientation or gender identity, the international community has an obligation to respond;
5. We welcome the positive developments on these issues in every region in recent years, such as the resolutions on human rights, sexual orientation and gender identity adopted by consensus in each of the past three years by the General Assembly of the Organization of American States, the initiative of the Asia-Pacific Forum on National Human Rights Institutions to integrate these issues within the work of national human rights institutions in the region, the recommendations of the Committee of Ministers of the Council of Europe, the increasing attention being paid to these issues by the African Commission on Human and People’s Rights, and the many positive legislative and policy initiatives adopted by States at the national level in diverse regions;
6. We note that the Human Rights Council must also play its part in accordance with its mandate to “promote universal respect for the protection of all human rights and fundamental freedoms for all, without discrimination of any kind, and in a fair and equal manner” (GA 60/251, OP 2);
7. We acknowledge that these are sensitive issues for many, including in our own societies. We affirm the importance of respectful dialogue, and trust that there is common ground in our shared recognition that no-one should face stigmatisation, violence or abuse on any ground. In dealing with sensitive issues, the Council must be guided by the principles of universality and non-discrimination;
8. We encourage the Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights to continue to address human rights violations based on sexual orientation and gender identity and to explore opportunities for outreach and constructive dialogue to enhance understanding and awareness of these issues within a human rights framework;
9. We recognise our broader responsibility to end human rights violations against all those who are marginalised and take this opportunity to renew our commitment to addressing discrimination in all its forms;
10. We call on States to take steps to end acts of violence, criminal sanctions and related human rights violations committed against individuals because of their sexual orientation or gender identity, encourage Special Procedures, treaty bodies and other stakeholders to continue to integrate these issues within their relevant mandates, and urge the Council to address these important human rights issues.
2. We express concern at continued evidence in every region of acts of violence and related human rights violations based on sexual orientation and gender identity brought to the Council’s attention by Special Procedures since that time, including killings, rape, torture and criminal sanctions;
3. We affirm the General Assembly joint statement of December 18, 2008 on human rights, sexual orientation and gender identity, supported by States from all five regional groups, and encourage States to join the statement;
4. We commend the attention paid to these issues by international human rights mechanisms including relevant Special Procedures and treaty bodies and welcome continued attention to human rights issues related to sexual orientation and gender identity within the context of the Universal Periodic Review. As the United Nations Secretary General reminded us in his address to this Council at its Special Sitting of 25 January 2011, the Universal Declaration guarantees all human beings their basic rights without exception, and when individuals are attacked, abused or imprisoned because of their sexual orientation or gender identity, the international community has an obligation to respond;
5. We welcome the positive developments on these issues in every region in recent years, such as the resolutions on human rights, sexual orientation and gender identity adopted by consensus in each of the past three years by the General Assembly of the Organization of American States, the initiative of the Asia-Pacific Forum on National Human Rights Institutions to integrate these issues within the work of national human rights institutions in the region, the recommendations of the Committee of Ministers of the Council of Europe, the increasing attention being paid to these issues by the African Commission on Human and People’s Rights, and the many positive legislative and policy initiatives adopted by States at the national level in diverse regions;
6. We note that the Human Rights Council must also play its part in accordance with its mandate to “promote universal respect for the protection of all human rights and fundamental freedoms for all, without discrimination of any kind, and in a fair and equal manner” (GA 60/251, OP 2);
7. We acknowledge that these are sensitive issues for many, including in our own societies. We affirm the importance of respectful dialogue, and trust that there is common ground in our shared recognition that no-one should face stigmatisation, violence or abuse on any ground. In dealing with sensitive issues, the Council must be guided by the principles of universality and non-discrimination;
8. We encourage the Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights to continue to address human rights violations based on sexual orientation and gender identity and to explore opportunities for outreach and constructive dialogue to enhance understanding and awareness of these issues within a human rights framework;
9. We recognise our broader responsibility to end human rights violations against all those who are marginalised and take this opportunity to renew our commitment to addressing discrimination in all its forms;
10. We call on States to take steps to end acts of violence, criminal sanctions and related human rights violations committed against individuals because of their sexual orientation or gender identity, encourage Special Procedures, treaty bodies and other stakeholders to continue to integrate these issues within their relevant mandates, and urge the Council to address these important human rights issues.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Please help to spread the word of our 2nd GEB ( SEND A CHILD TO SCHOOL ) on July 17 to gather support and donations. Please help to repost the following in your blogspots, tumblr, facebook, twitter, etc. Please forward to your friends and ask them to help out on this as well. Your support on this will definitely help make this event a big success. Thanks
-wilson
for solicitations/donations/contributions
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Sergius Bacchus invites you to our "2nd GEB: Send A Child To School"
Baranggay Tatalon,Quezon City
1pm Saturday, July 17 2010,
Enjoy the camaraderie and friendship with our members.
Extend help and make a better future for our less fortunate children.
Support Sergius Bacchus program by donating school supplies,books and toys.
For your contributions and donations, please contact Wilson 09172585797 or War 09266796072 or
Reigh 9277761080
For the service of LGBT,
WILSON TEMPLONUEVO
Grand Convenor
President
Monday, June 21, 2010
Sa Mukha Makikita
Una pa lang ng mga taon ko sa College, bihasa na ang mata ko na makakita ng mga bagay na taliwas sa mga nararanasan ko nung mga kabataan ko..inaamin ko, mababaw lang ang mga natutunan ko nung mga panahong yun at di ako nangahas na tunghin ang iba pang mga bagay na dapat sana ay nuon ko pa pinag-aralan. labis na pag-sisisi at pagkahinayang sa mga araw na nasayang upang pag-aralan ang mga ito at iaksyon sa tamang panahon...sadya talaga, walang diskarte. pero ngayon, kahit sa usapin pa ito ng sekwalidad ay di ako papayag na di makisangkot dahil ako bilang bakla at pinahihirapan ng mga elemento ng mundong to, ay di hahayaang maging ganito na lamang ang turing sa amin. Anu bang politika ka meron or sadyang walang pakialam? Bakla ako! bakla tayo...Panahon na upang lumaban! Laban sa Diskriminasyon at kahirapan....
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Alay sa Dakilang Kaibigan
Isa ako sa mga mapalad na nakatagpo ng isang kaklase, Kaibigan at isa mga hinahangaan kong lalake tulad ng isang Marvin Bedia. Sa unang tingin, tahimik lang pero nasa loob ang kulo ng taong ito. Medyo palalim lang ang tingin na pakiwari’y ang totoong ibig sabihin ay nagsasalamin sa kanyang mga ngiti at mga mata. Masayahin at di bakas ang problema sa kanyang mukha. Parang darating sa punto na ikaw na ang magrereklamo dahil nakikita mong lagi na lang siyang gumagawa at nagsasakripisyo alang alang sa iba. Isang katangian na di taglay ng ibang tao, na siyang dinadakila ko sa kanya. Kaya’t anuman, kahit nasan man siya ngaun…Nagpapasalamat ako kahit sa ilang taong din ko siyang nakasama ay naging mabunga naman ang kanyang mga iniwang mga alaala sa amin..ISANG PAGPUPUGAY SAYO! Kapwa ko Sosyolohista!…di ka namin malilimutan.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Unang Bigwas sa Tag-init
palabas na naman ako ng bahay, basta everytime na natapos na ang pag-aayos ko, nag-iisip ako kung anu ang magiging reaksyon ng mga tao sa itsura ko na naman. Nung isang araw, pinuna ako ng kapitbahay namin, bakit daw kaparis ng uniform kong yellow yung sapatos kong dilaw din..oo nga nu?..hehehe wala na kasi akong choice na isusuot na sapatos na babagay sa damit ko, at the same time konti pa lang naman yung bagay at komportable kong sapatos. Kaya nga, this time of my work eh, nag-iipon ako ng mga sapatos..yung stylish ba? para everytime na rarampa sa kung saan eh maganda ang itsura ko. Nung isang araw naman na sumunod, nagtinginan silang lahat kasi ang laki laki ng shades ko with matching yellow tiles na cap, hanggang sa paglabas ko ng kanto nakatingin sila, pakiramdam ko habang papalayo ako eh ako ang pinag-uusapan nila..."sino ba yun?" bakit parang ang weird nia manamit" ilan lamang yan sa mga kadalasan kong marinig sa mga kapait bahay kong nasa residential area ng Tatalon dito sa may Lungsod ng QC. anyway, wala akong pakialam sa sasabihin nila, basta importante eh masaya ako sa suot at komportable ako. Hirap kasi sa mga tao kailangan mung maging close mu sila muna bago ka nila makilala ng husto. Parang yung tipong kahit anung gawin mu eh malaya kang makakagawa ng anumang ikilos mu kasi kilala ka nila.
Masaya maging totoo, at higit sa lahat masaya rin ang maraming ka-close at kaibigan..
_Bernie_
Masaya maging totoo, at higit sa lahat masaya rin ang maraming ka-close at kaibigan..
_Bernie_
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Between the Silence and Peace
In the midst of boredom, i spend my time with someone who i preferred to be awesome and great. I don't know how do i feel this way? but i feel something especial and i claim that spending to much in someone you really feel good and not bad at all.
I left my house thinking him and wishing to be with his arms, reaching his warm air which came to his voluptuous mouth. Licking his small lips and watch his gorgeous smile at me. Oh my God!, why do i feel this way? is this called love in a physical way? or love in a very special way?. I don't know but i believe in every single minute of my life is a special something new.
I really feel the best of my time when I'm beside him. Feeling comforted when he hold tight around my waist, saying that he needs me. Confronts me, if he feel nothing and losing hopes. Need someone to talk to and to be love permanently.
He said, if you're writing with everything, you need to hear your heart and let it command your hand to write what it think and what pulls to you in the moment.
It's so funny to think that way, but i believe it's ain't good not to be true.
I wanna show to his face that i'm good and dedicated to be with him,...forever.
I left my house thinking him and wishing to be with his arms, reaching his warm air which came to his voluptuous mouth. Licking his small lips and watch his gorgeous smile at me. Oh my God!, why do i feel this way? is this called love in a physical way? or love in a very special way?. I don't know but i believe in every single minute of my life is a special something new.
I really feel the best of my time when I'm beside him. Feeling comforted when he hold tight around my waist, saying that he needs me. Confronts me, if he feel nothing and losing hopes. Need someone to talk to and to be love permanently.
He said, if you're writing with everything, you need to hear your heart and let it command your hand to write what it think and what pulls to you in the moment.
It's so funny to think that way, but i believe it's ain't good not to be true.
I wanna show to his face that i'm good and dedicated to be with him,...forever.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Poem
Im lost in a maze.
And so is my lover.
We both search
for something to discover.
He searches for his words,
And i search for a place.
We both get lost,
Hoping to stay.
I have a Rose.
He has a Lilly with roots.
Mines stands for love.
And his stands for truth.
Can a Lilly live with a Rose?
Can a Rose live with a Lilly?
Though they are the same kind,
Does it sound silly?
I hear his heart
Beating warm and whole.
He hears mine,
Closed and cold.
He holds my hand,
He can defend.
I hold his hugs,
Something to depend.
I shared my world.
All he heard.
I kept talking,
Soon he got hurt.
We like each other.
That is one strong common.
Will I change?
Or shall I stay stubborn?
He wants me to open.
He wants me to listen.
He wants me to share both our worlds,
He doesn't want to hasten.
So, I shall keep quite.
Hoping I would understand.
I shall hear his words, his world.
And soon receive his loving hands.
He feel's helpless.
Actually we both are.
We each give other a hand,
All the same, nothing but a heart.
He says Im a monster,
In his head.
He says I eat his heart,
Thinks on his bed.
For me, He's someone.
Truly undiscovered,
Someone new,
Someone uncovered.
Does he know how i feel?
How i cry in my heart?
Or is it me, should i know,
he doesn't want to be alone or stayed apart?
What should happen?
A simple two month contract?
Will we survive?
Or one subtract?
I don't know, I do care.
It's love?.. or is it fair?
Im tired. Im weak.
Lost and dead.
All i can do.
is just think of him in my head.
Oh!Dear. Do I doubt?
No, I don't. It's just fear start.
All I know is that he would be wonderful for me.
All he wants,..... for me to see.
And so is my lover.
We both search
for something to discover.
He searches for his words,
And i search for a place.
We both get lost,
Hoping to stay.
I have a Rose.
He has a Lilly with roots.
Mines stands for love.
And his stands for truth.
Can a Lilly live with a Rose?
Can a Rose live with a Lilly?
Though they are the same kind,
Does it sound silly?
I hear his heart
Beating warm and whole.
He hears mine,
Closed and cold.
He holds my hand,
He can defend.
I hold his hugs,
Something to depend.
I shared my world.
All he heard.
I kept talking,
Soon he got hurt.
We like each other.
That is one strong common.
Will I change?
Or shall I stay stubborn?
He wants me to open.
He wants me to listen.
He wants me to share both our worlds,
He doesn't want to hasten.
So, I shall keep quite.
Hoping I would understand.
I shall hear his words, his world.
And soon receive his loving hands.
He feel's helpless.
Actually we both are.
We each give other a hand,
All the same, nothing but a heart.
He says Im a monster,
In his head.
He says I eat his heart,
Thinks on his bed.
For me, He's someone.
Truly undiscovered,
Someone new,
Someone uncovered.
Does he know how i feel?
How i cry in my heart?
Or is it me, should i know,
he doesn't want to be alone or stayed apart?
What should happen?
A simple two month contract?
Will we survive?
Or one subtract?
I don't know, I do care.
It's love?.. or is it fair?
Im tired. Im weak.
Lost and dead.
All i can do.
is just think of him in my head.
Oh!Dear. Do I doubt?
No, I don't. It's just fear start.
All I know is that he would be wonderful for me.
All he wants,..... for me to see.
A piece of world, a piece of paper bound by lonely dust.
by: Angel DeSouza
A book, has pages... Filled with most unique scribbles. Scribbled alone, scribbled with someone, scribbled for someone and scribbled... for own. Patterns of letters, colors of words, pictures painted with verbal ecstasy, only felt in the hands of the beholder, the Reader. shapes and sizes vary, content itself cannot be criticize to commonness or comparison. I wonder... if a book ever has its opening?... Or if it has an ending?.. Just like any other relationship? An untold story? Lessons or Accidents?... Is it same as a human? Or Is it just a dumb, deaf, lifeless book?...
Ive met this book.. unique, masculine, own world where its hard to penetrate.. penetrate with my mind, my mind alone.. a world of talks, a world of own. I saw it on a web page... still.. alone.. waiting to be touched.. waiting to be read... It was not on a cheap sale price. Not expensive either... just presentable. Presentable with no risks.. but risks alone.
Oh! how it taunted me. How it teased me to leave my unfinished book and go for it, go for him. And yes, at first site, i decided. My book... move forward. How silly. who would leave the existing book unfinished and go to another one. Me. I wasn't silly. It was just who i am.
How excited was I.. there it was.. opposite of me. On my lap..On my hand... in my mind. Somehow with communication between us, we managed to strike an agreement to sit alone, sit together, together with a meal. Hand to hand, touch to touch.. mind to mind, heart to heart. Its smooth velvet skin, darkest shade of honey. Height of similarity yet incomparable. Sheets so smooth, soft that i can sink my tongue into its depth of life. Looks beyond my presentation. Muscular with sheets of untold stories.Words of shut, waiting to be open. Like lips ready to be kissed upon its key for commencement. To open, to unwind, to release its forbidden knowledge that i alone can get a chance.. a life time chance to hear, to feel, to know, to taste... to be in.. to be within. How delightful would it be to travel one on one with this book. Alone but willing to risk. Alone willing to be filled. Alone willing to be with a pencil, pencil to write more stories, more events, more...life. More meaning. Oh.. the book dwells in my aching heart. Tied by strings of contract.. simple two month.. simple mutual understanding. Oh.. how i hunger for his world.. yet this book seems helpless.
Alas, no letters, no write, but my forcible lips pierced his white diaries of his words, his world. Leaving him unaided, left..loose...blown away into thoughts of loneliness. This book...
No not this book.. This lonely, living, knowledgeable, gifted, talented book.. wants to be heard.. but for a price.. It wants to share its world.. his world.. with me..
Its loneliness, ready to be crumpled.. empty pages that pre-occupy a books living youth. For every good thing you wish, a price has to be paid..
His price is his world, my price.. was...my..Truth.
This book wouldn't allow me to read.. its pages keep shifting and turning in rebellious agony.. hoping me to realize, come to my sense that i haven't purchased it yet. It was just there.. waiting for me to pay my fee.. my fee of truth. My fee of my world.
Trust between us, like a twisted grape veins.. bearing new fruit.
Alcoholic.. thirst.. filling of one's empty glass.. satisfaction, a defeat over the ties, a victory over the ruling God of loneliness.
He is my book, my ticket to the world im destined to be?...
Yet my pen is not ready to write. The pages disappear each time i touch... tears of watery grave, emotions of unparallel, fills, trickles and drops. His pages, he cannot see, invisible are my tears aloft, plop soft on his skin. His letters.. submerge, erased by my washing salt.
We both stand on an edge.. signed by a contract.. a book and a boy. How can they both fall in love?... Who is willing to move?
The boy, vigorate his pen on the book? Or the book, living sheets that dances to make the boy follow wherever it goes?
No leader.. No follower..
Just the writer and just the book.
Both fills each other.
Boy writes and shares his world in the fleshes of the pages.
Book allows with love and departs its side of the world and shares it with the boy.
Wow.. a piece of both worlds.
A piece of paper bound by lonely dust. Dust as in TIME....
A book, has pages... Filled with most unique scribbles. Scribbled alone, scribbled with someone, scribbled for someone and scribbled... for own. Patterns of letters, colors of words, pictures painted with verbal ecstasy, only felt in the hands of the beholder, the Reader. shapes and sizes vary, content itself cannot be criticize to commonness or comparison. I wonder... if a book ever has its opening?... Or if it has an ending?.. Just like any other relationship? An untold story? Lessons or Accidents?... Is it same as a human? Or Is it just a dumb, deaf, lifeless book?...
Ive met this book.. unique, masculine, own world where its hard to penetrate.. penetrate with my mind, my mind alone.. a world of talks, a world of own. I saw it on a web page... still.. alone.. waiting to be touched.. waiting to be read... It was not on a cheap sale price. Not expensive either... just presentable. Presentable with no risks.. but risks alone.
Oh! how it taunted me. How it teased me to leave my unfinished book and go for it, go for him. And yes, at first site, i decided. My book... move forward. How silly. who would leave the existing book unfinished and go to another one. Me. I wasn't silly. It was just who i am.
How excited was I.. there it was.. opposite of me. On my lap..On my hand... in my mind. Somehow with communication between us, we managed to strike an agreement to sit alone, sit together, together with a meal. Hand to hand, touch to touch.. mind to mind, heart to heart. Its smooth velvet skin, darkest shade of honey. Height of similarity yet incomparable. Sheets so smooth, soft that i can sink my tongue into its depth of life. Looks beyond my presentation. Muscular with sheets of untold stories.Words of shut, waiting to be open. Like lips ready to be kissed upon its key for commencement. To open, to unwind, to release its forbidden knowledge that i alone can get a chance.. a life time chance to hear, to feel, to know, to taste... to be in.. to be within. How delightful would it be to travel one on one with this book. Alone but willing to risk. Alone willing to be filled. Alone willing to be with a pencil, pencil to write more stories, more events, more...life. More meaning. Oh.. the book dwells in my aching heart. Tied by strings of contract.. simple two month.. simple mutual understanding. Oh.. how i hunger for his world.. yet this book seems helpless.
Alas, no letters, no write, but my forcible lips pierced his white diaries of his words, his world. Leaving him unaided, left..loose...blown away into thoughts of loneliness. This book...
No not this book.. This lonely, living, knowledgeable, gifted, talented book.. wants to be heard.. but for a price.. It wants to share its world.. his world.. with me..
Its loneliness, ready to be crumpled.. empty pages that pre-occupy a books living youth. For every good thing you wish, a price has to be paid..
His price is his world, my price.. was...my..Truth.
This book wouldn't allow me to read.. its pages keep shifting and turning in rebellious agony.. hoping me to realize, come to my sense that i haven't purchased it yet. It was just there.. waiting for me to pay my fee.. my fee of truth. My fee of my world.
Trust between us, like a twisted grape veins.. bearing new fruit.
Alcoholic.. thirst.. filling of one's empty glass.. satisfaction, a defeat over the ties, a victory over the ruling God of loneliness.
He is my book, my ticket to the world im destined to be?...
Yet my pen is not ready to write. The pages disappear each time i touch... tears of watery grave, emotions of unparallel, fills, trickles and drops. His pages, he cannot see, invisible are my tears aloft, plop soft on his skin. His letters.. submerge, erased by my washing salt.
We both stand on an edge.. signed by a contract.. a book and a boy. How can they both fall in love?... Who is willing to move?
The boy, vigorate his pen on the book? Or the book, living sheets that dances to make the boy follow wherever it goes?
No leader.. No follower..
Just the writer and just the book.
Both fills each other.
Boy writes and shares his world in the fleshes of the pages.
Book allows with love and departs its side of the world and shares it with the boy.
Wow.. a piece of both worlds.
A piece of paper bound by lonely dust. Dust as in TIME....
Who am i?
by :Angel DeSouza
Lost child, lusts?
drowned in the world of creation and imagination..
no more do i want to live in this world. My world alone is beautiful than the world you see.. Reality. Please dont take me there.. i dont know it, i dont know no more. I dont want to know more.
I fear, i cry, i lie, i fight.. where?..Within.
Victim of hurt, Victim of pain, found by the responsibilities of a son, caught and tied by the dreams of my father. Tears shall spill from my beloved mother's eyes, her heart blamed by my father.
I live the world of blames. A world that only love is my redeemer, No God. No Angels. No lovers... My heart alone.
God's there now.
I run, run from whom.. myself.
I was once bounded by the images of witchcraft. happy to my eyes, lord saved me.
He saved me again and again, wiped my tears of grief at his face, he wipes love all over my soul.
Lovers.. pleasures just last for two months... sex and sex,, and lusts rule over me..
Freedom unrevealed, restricted by my soul, me.. who am i?..
i search.. i search,, i cry.. i cut. hearts been cut.
confused, defused.. forbidden..
Last and lest...
now i know.
I am still that same child but no more the same.
Image of a child who roams for someone to love, love to represent as a father..
but no.. im no more. like that..
im changed im an individual hunger to govern me..
knowledge to seek.
no more.. i dnt want to be a alone..
i dnt want to search more..
i dnt want to flirt for lusts..
I want to be.. silent..
i want to be... patient...
i want to sit.
i want to breath.
Above all...
i want to be..me..
Loved.. by someone to eternity.
Lost child, lusts?
drowned in the world of creation and imagination..
no more do i want to live in this world. My world alone is beautiful than the world you see.. Reality. Please dont take me there.. i dont know it, i dont know no more. I dont want to know more.
I fear, i cry, i lie, i fight.. where?..Within.
Victim of hurt, Victim of pain, found by the responsibilities of a son, caught and tied by the dreams of my father. Tears shall spill from my beloved mother's eyes, her heart blamed by my father.
I live the world of blames. A world that only love is my redeemer, No God. No Angels. No lovers... My heart alone.
God's there now.
I run, run from whom.. myself.
I was once bounded by the images of witchcraft. happy to my eyes, lord saved me.
He saved me again and again, wiped my tears of grief at his face, he wipes love all over my soul.
Lovers.. pleasures just last for two months... sex and sex,, and lusts rule over me..
Freedom unrevealed, restricted by my soul, me.. who am i?..
i search.. i search,, i cry.. i cut. hearts been cut.
confused, defused.. forbidden..
Last and lest...
now i know.
I am still that same child but no more the same.
Image of a child who roams for someone to love, love to represent as a father..
but no.. im no more. like that..
im changed im an individual hunger to govern me..
knowledge to seek.
no more.. i dnt want to be a alone..
i dnt want to search more..
i dnt want to flirt for lusts..
I want to be.. silent..
i want to be... patient...
i want to sit.
i want to breath.
Above all...
i want to be..me..
Loved.. by someone to eternity.
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