Draft - A Seaside Waltz

let the moonlight guide
the our steps across the sands

take my hand little lady and slide
stutter and stop like a
stutter the shuns
and stutter like the colorful rosebuds a samba band

let the winds brush your hair
as we move to the grind
humming
hum
of the night
twilight

blush
back and
carry us back and forth
blush and forget like only you can dance
close your eyes and
forget for a moment the ocean's sight

let the waters crash
our feet and dare
the daylight to never come into sight

fill the sands lose the shoes
and feel
twist and let the warmth flow
through my heart and into yours

watch listen to the dews glisten with our glow
feel and forget sadness, grief and remorse

so, why won't you take my hand little lady
and sway to the twilight's
night's
starlight's
tunes
into the future of
into a world of maybe.

in eternal autumn

Written while sitting on the couch, listening to sad music. Mid-afternoon. Very warm. Nothing much going on here. Just the usual stuff.

In Eternal Autumn

in the autumn of my loss
will the falling leaves carry

my abandon above the cause
of late afternoon misery

underneath the shedding
my thoughts circle about you

around us the fall colors will bring
only traces of morning dew

i can hear the naked trees
squirm in the near twilight

as we waited for buckling knees
and the ascension of night

ill never learn to hold
the time of the setting sun

when wasted tears are sold
under the barrel of a gun

rgalang
3/3/2007

chasing storms

Written in the middle of a java seminar. Yes I was extremely bored. Held in cebu and all. Didn't have that bad of a time. I guess it was all ok up until HanJiHye opened up a YM window and made everything right, wrong. Or some crap like that people say when theyre not feeling well. Yes, that and when one is insane.

Chasing Storms

i wish i could tear
the sparks off the grain

of my skull that shared
with the creeping rain

run away from the storm
becoming in your trails

can i outchase your form
making out in my mails

if i fall over
in your craters of desire

will it spell the summer
where i am mired

in the silence where you
have broken me over

will i find a new
way of loving never

rgalang
2/22/2007

into the brink

One more for good measure. When it runs through you, you use it, you wring it for all its worth. It's about the only you can do anyway. Nyehehehe. That or sleep. Sometimes sleep is not all its cracked up to be. (^^)v

Into The Brink

and if i go and
bend my broken spine

will it suspend
the bleeding grind

of void to desire
will that satiate

the lonely gas fire
feeding your hate

and if i go turn
around you instead

will the change burn
your twisted tread

seek at the borders
of your disdain

our staged murders
holding candy canes

watch and dont blink
because into the brink
we will both sink

rgalang
2/17/2007

unknown

at the midpoint of writing this poem I lost interest. I was drawing blanks, and I couldnt summon up any thoughts of what to write down. Perhaps its because I really have no idea what it feels like ... so I'm going to leave this crap of a poem unfinished. Sayang I really liked the start pa naman. Oh well it happens.

Unknown

tell how it feels to sit
at the fringes of your love

and mind its fleeting wit
trace around me and rob

the remains of my state
is it an empty crowning

to the endless parade
of these senses numbing

...

rgalang
2/14/2007

dancing with ghosts

This will probably the last one for today. I'm exhausted from remembering all the awful things I've been through the past year. Its not very healthy, picking up a habit like that. Its kinda sad I need to pull up those sort of stuff to write, but I can't seem to find any other thing to write about -- who cares anyway? It's all good baby! All good! Ruuunnnn Bitch Ruuunnn!!! (^^)

Dancing With Ghosts

in places where the shadows
of progressive decay

dance with your sorrows
I dwell locked away

in its decomposing breath
i listen for your songs

there echoes of your death
remain empty and strong

do i remind you to forget
my faint lettered voice

straining for your svelte
spectres whose choice

birthed the ghosts of your guilt
i sleep in acquiesce

and i see through night's silt
there my sadness plays chess
with the phantoms of your dress

rgalang
2/14/2007

escape

I just can't seem to stop writing. Hahahahhaa. Well here is another one, about leaving things behind. More of the HanJiHye stuff I guess. So does that mean we're moving on? I dunno ... maybe, then again maybe not. At this point in time who gives a damn eh? Just go with the flow, its all good baby! all good!

Escape

you hammer your thoughts
across a wall of apathy

into her heart wrought
with common uncertainty

a stranger you fought
will offer no sympathy

for a battle you sought,
felt and will never see

her name you carelessly brought
to a hole in your sea

comes calling back fraught
with the decay of livery

escape from all she taught
let the flood fill the rot
and break the embrace of misery

rgalang
2/14/2007