Long for Words

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Maria Kapra

Malaya kang lumipad

Pagkabuka ng liwayway

Sa katahimikan

Ng mga bagong-gising.

At sa unti-unting

Pag-unat ng buto’t kalamnan,

Madarama ang init ng

Inang Araw,

Tahimik kang aalis

At gigisingin ang kapatid

Sa’yong kakaibang huni.


Purifica at Asunsion

I. Kung sa bagay,

hindi naman natin inakala

Na ganito ang kahahantungan

Ng ating kapalaran

Siguro nga

Hindi natin kasalanan.

II. Bagaman

Dalawa tayong nangungutya

Pinagsisikapan

Na maiahon ang luha

Mula sa ginawang

Balon ng awa.

III. Ganun pa man,

Tiyak bang maisasalba

Ng araw at buwan at bituin

Ang telang may bahid

Ng walang kapurian?

Sino ang nagkakaalamanan?

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Mabuti na lang at hindi ka pinahintulutan

Ng iyong amo na umalis.

Dahil laking takot ko na lamang na

Ako ay lapain, at gawing pain

Mapasailalim

Sa gitna ng iyong pangil at bangis.

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With Pablo Gone

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pablo, my gps, had gone missing.
he was stolen yesterday in Manila.
damn kids, we could've succeeded in the chase if only they didn't have a knife.
my only hope is that they don't know what it is
(or how to use it! terrible fate if they do)
sentiments. it was a gift and i don't get gifts that often.

moving on~
my postponed wishlist

work in a museum.
go to Europe

a room like this :)
rubber stamps
learn how to play cello
a scale model of Volkwagen Samba
Process Recess Vol. 3 by James Jean
Vertigo Tarot by Dave McKean
Fables Deluxe Edition Vol. 2
Canon G12
Make my own BJDoll

and
i want a gallon of ice cream right now. hahaha :)
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Getting My Hands Dirty

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what have i been up to for the past weeks? getting my hands wet and dirty of course. and with the words like "pots" and "puting bato" in the picture, it sounds like drugs and rock & roll. but seriously, im back in pottery again! after years of hiatus.

clay is one of those things that draws me. it looks like it's easy to mold clay but it needs a creator's discipline in shaping it to specific forms. neat stuff, actually.
patience, strength, and imagination.


my old works from Pettyjohn's some year ago.
too bad i wasn't able to get my teapots and bowls

the next coming weeks will be busy so goodluck to me!
web classes again, pottery, freelance, jewelry, meds and "unofficially" back to work!
whew that was a mouthful, huh?
cheers guys :)

plus: i need to get my mind off things.
talk to me, stranger.
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Dogs Among Other Things

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the royal majesty, elizabeth with her long brown hair....
before
...and after! omg still can't believe it.
sent my dog to her first (and probably the last) trip to the groomer and they shaved her off of all those gorgeous wavy hair. mahirap kaya magpahaba ng buhok.
lesson learned: be diligent in combing so it doesn't get all tangled up.
where can i buy hair grower?

:)
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Strange but Beautiful

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At night the princess leaves the palace,
Unsure of where to go.
And in the dimness of uncertainty
There is no hope to see.

So up she goes, in step and time
Away from dreary city
And dances and prances,
All on her own, to dark forests afar.

And every night one might see
A maiden with a flower in her hair
As she dances and prance
In the night, under the bright moon and starlit sky.

The Piper Comes

Something in the dark
Calls t me
I know not what
My fears, it is not
Abroad
Beyond the greyish landscape
I hear the sound again.

The time of a million bells
A choir of angelic voices
Diabolical laughter
Each tinted

Indescribable
Powerful
Beautiful

Poems Copyright (c) Sarah Aurelio
Paintings Copyright (c) Iori

This was for something for January but I don't know what happened hahaha :)
so posting it here. Both acrylic on canvas 2'x3'.
Credits to Sarah for her poetry. Lovely, lovely.
And pardon for the amateurish photography of these copies.
Cheers!
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Tomorrow People

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pattern
i have been gardening recently.
sometimes, digging down means pulling out the weeds in our lives

and how my room looks like.
fourth row right: artbooks
fourth row left: nature and angel books
fifth row left: graphic novels
bottom right: seashells

the tomorrow people. random
my workstation. won't be that tidy for long~

this week has been productive. attended a workshop and got too many kicks (another post about this soon). gardening with my lola, and planted vegetables on a plot of land. cleaned my room and the publication still in progress. my body is tired but my mind can't sleep!!

yeah, not all busy people are productive. some wouldn't have time to do the things they want in their lives. they work their a** off in front of computers trying to earn money for their goals but then, they wouldn't dare get some leave. like the company depended on them. this is a vision i don't want to end up in. i was close to being there (probably cost my health too but then), i don't want to end up as a bitter woman with no accomplishments in the future.

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Ironic how they dance

At the end of this summer rain.

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You are Like a Poem

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went to polillo this weekend. a breathe of fresh air. There's something about this place that makes me think about a lot of stuff. Maybe because there is nothing better to do, no internet, no signal for your celphones and electricity cut off on certain periods. The good thing about this place is i never get bored going back to the same place. Like the ricefields in front of my grandma's house, or the aplaya or seashore on the west side. Or the stream nearby. The locals say I shouldn't be wandering off alone but I like my alone-time like this. Quiet times.

As much as I love people-watching, I like observing nature as it unfolds. The seashells on the beach are never the same. At this time in February, with the winds strong, there is a certain variety that comes out in bounty. And disappears as fast as they came. (I collect them before they turn into sand. I won't take this back: I am a proud seashell collector. Despite my being linked to environmental advocacies, this is a habit i can not remove myself from. Take nothing but pictures, yes. But with the exception of seashells, this I just have a certain spiritual connection with.)


(edit) Not Baby Whale shark but marble catshark daw hahaha "accidentally" caught in the net.
Poor souls. Their mother is probably crying for their loss. My heart bleeds too.

porcupine fish or buktit, a relative of the puffer fish.
Caught for dinner.

this is my new boyfriend: Pablo
He's a GPS device, a Garmin eTrex Legend HCX to be exact.
and his directions are as hard as a poem to decipher, thus the name.
will be posting maps soon!

Sonnet XII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


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