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do you remember the time

Sunday, June 28, 2009

i used to watch him all the time on mtv top 20,

and that was when we were too young and not supposed to be sleeping late.

he was strikingly different, and anyone could tell by the stories he told.

the ensembles, his dramatics and their magnetism.

every one move he crafted to steal us away and into his dimension,

to have all breaths held against all laws of respiration.

he was not just a pair of white socks and a chorus of high pitch.

he was my hero too.

until we started to move on with age and alternatives,

and eventually got distracted by the throes of his demons and toils.

it has been 4 days and i am still finding it hard to believe that michael jackson is gone.


posted by peenutkew  # 20:11  0 comments

she

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

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she leaves you with too many questions,
daily, differently, surprisingly.
she learns something to forget it the next day,
just so you can teach her, over and over again.
but before you get tired of it,
she marks the next quest.

posted by peenutkew  # 19:06  0 comments

those better things

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

cubes, tiles, self, series and anything else.

my mind ticks in preparation, in a rather sadistic manner.
i am not in anticipation for something,
in fact, nothing works just fine for me,
like how it has been for a while.
making do like i never needed or wanted to,
even though i am not begging,
i do not really seem to have a choice either.

i will watch the thumping ground and not run away in cowardice,
whether it fails to fall into another shamble,
or shatter in numerous cracks.

i no longer yearn to be remembered not to be forgotten,
i just settle with being thought of,
once in a while,
whenever it is convenient.

posted by peenutkew  # 22:51  0 comments

today is

Monday, June 01, 2009

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i woke up to the most pleasant information on the television,
the day another season marks its occupation of three months.

not one piece of cloud in sight, spring came and left with such haste.
it is, almost weird to be wearing singlet and shorts,
strange to be perspiring, unbelievable to have my windows opened wide.
the sun claims its missing hours and plays past nine everyday,
making the best, while it still has its say.

i have experienced the four seasons of this country, officially.
watching the browning leaves and shedding branches,
layers of white gradually topped everything on the streets,
forgetting that skies were blue and trees were green.
these were the longest months with the shortest days.
then the colors slowly crept back in, to every little corners,
before they fill the whole picture with radiance and life.
people began streaming outdoors and taking off coats,
the smell of heat fills the air, even scooters are out to play.

the last day of summer, i truthfully dread.

posted by peenutkew  # 15:12  0 comments