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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

the eldest brother

technically, vince was the first born. he is the eldest only by default.

kuya was born an old man. he is the one named after our grandfather afterall. he is a true katipunero by virtue of family roots both in name and history.

in grade school he was a boy scout patrol leader since grade one. by the time he was in grade six he was the in front of the whole school ... ok i will not be giving him much due respect here by telling it like this. so, let me just do this in the descriptive approach as he is the one who made cut shorts my story of dorothy's travel though the yellow brick road.

i'll just paint a picture of my eldest brother then. he tells his story differently. he tells people about himself by telling stories from books that he has read, the values he has acquired and the characters that he identifies himself with or try to emulate. as much as he wants to remember all the details he loses some information from time to time. when he was younger it was not like that he was always good at absorbing lessons both by understanding and learning them by heart. even names and faces and specially numbers. he is very disciplined and very head strong. he works best under pressure. he tries to get things done by their deadlines with major considerations for allowances. he refuses to leave things to chance.

in character and demeanor my kuya is very quiet. he looks like he is always brooding. yes, he does that a lot in fact but most times he is just thinking of things to be done, calculating time, figuring out carpentry works getting done by mang bitoy at the new storage room while he is away. he is thinking why the electrician has not replied yet and gets irritated because he could not reach him through the landline and has to think of how to get a replacement that he can trust. he grew up in constructions sites after all and spent his early working days in sales at a constuction supply store.

but he does not get irritated by people or by the things others do. he gets irritated by things he has no control of because he is pressed for time to get things done. he may even look a bit grumpy because he could not find decent or enough supplies of art materials in a book store or simply because he could not find his parking ticket. he looks mean but he is a very gentle soul.

he has his own way of talking to people. he talks straight to them firm yet kind. except of course when he was a kid when he fights with bullies by fist or by intimidation. he still does that to street kids to get them out of the way for a while because he cannot spare time or change or maybe because the kid begging was mean. he can flash a dagger look instinctively but yes admittedly he really looks stern. he still gets in fights in bars because of that look. the look when he gave the other boys when his 'anak' was intentionally spilled with beer on his shirt. kuya is instinctive fraternally, paternally and maternally. while very rational he is also very instinctive. a skill he acquired from being a boyscout. observant and acts upon his gathered information. a boyscout at heart. he learned to distinguish plants and have grown to love them. of flowers, his favorite are well not that fancy - suntan and sampaguita. he likes the insignia of the BSP, a coat of arms, the fleur de lys. once a boy scout always a boys scout. until now one of his favorite mottos is: never leave your buddy. he is one that can be counted upon, i guess. at least i believe in it. he has not left me or any of my brothers yet. he was a born natural protector to his little brothers and he did too as best he could. he is very protective of the people he loves but not too much as to strangle them.

he is also a gentle man. he likes opening doors for ladies and the elderly. he crosses streets on the car approaching side of the road. he is also considerate of other people's feelings. he sometimes must be wary of the things that he says even on simple carpentry advices he automatically gives.
he teaches instictively too but he teaches insightfully. in tutorial sessions he taught princess lessons about life through words of geometry. in an art lesson he tried to teach about life in the language of paints, brushes and strokes. he has his own ways of speaking to and sharing things he knows with people. he likes to 'teach' because he loves to learn.

some nights he goes to bed early so that he can get a lot of things done the next day. he likes staying up late and work but sometimes he just has to take some rest to be able to do more.

maybe that will do for now.

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an excerpt from my journal for kuya

at the end of the day he still feels sorry when he corrected mang bitoy's spelling of plyboard. of course, he just wanted others to learn what is correct, what is right. mang bitoy didn't mind though he felt embarrased by it. he was still painting by 10pm. he'll be sleeping again by the back entrance door and will leave for bulacan at 4:30am with mom and maryann. kuya will have to wake up early tomorrow to fix breakfast and baon. and yes he was very irritated with himself because he forgot to do something very important. he already has it in his priority list, almost half done. he is looking forward to another productive day. he has to put off writing for zip on some other night again.



for our lolo

vicente katipunan sanchez

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

another heart i packed for my fifth heart

My heart flew to Bremen

Know now my love of the heart I packed for you.
Sent with a tight embrace and sealed with no longtime longing.
Now my heart will miss you not but I will sure do. I’ll cry no
tears for the days that you are away but pour for each nearing
day of your return.
I’ll fly not with you but I send with you my angel's wings. Wings
to bring you words that are already near, right from the heart
that I packed, of words of love that pours from my heart.

MAY 2005

again my heart i pack. you'll never be far away
and i send this to you now and again later today
even if you're just by the tv while tekken you play

much love always,


sense


forever in my here and now

Monday, January 22, 2007

my gift of friendship

as i draw near you steadily gaze
at my eyes that could not meet yours
i tremble in each step that i make
as you are my friend
and, yet, it is you
tonight
that i will take

your eyes seem to plead
to let this cup pass over you
yet, these words you utter not
as you know that it is i
it is i, that bear the cup
i, too, would have the same words voiced for you
but in their stead i say:
spare you, i
i may not
and spare you, i
i will not

tonight, you need not have asked,is this the day that i die?

aye
aye

but i cannot look you in the eye

much pain i will give before what i face i will take.
your eyes follow my hands
as i pass to you the knife
but that
is not the way
to make things come to pass. it's only
to make you help me bring you to my world
of the dark.
to help you reach
the treshold of pain
'til pain and soul
are one
inside the void.


your feel the tremors of my hand as i grip your heart.
from then to the last we will not be apart.
mercilessly, mercilessly, i had to squeeze.
as the thundering of a thousand hooves
murmured like a gentle breeze.
as each indistinct sound falters and fades.
i show you my colors of mud and dusty shades.
i take your hand and let you hold my heart.
you feel my mountains of pain, my hidden art.
it is through this instrument that i accomplish my part.
as my beats roared and echoed
- like amber lava, my tears flowed
my cries bellowed.
as if naked before wintry dawn on a lonely hill,
with searing numbness settles in your heart infernal chill.
with one last look in your last grasp of breath
i wait in silence the passing too of my own death.


is this the day you die?

aye
aye

now, open your eye

my gift is death
it is the day you die

open your eye

for one's rebirth
the only way

is first to die

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my gift to a cherished, unnamed, dear friend.
as in all passing, i mourn.
when will i get to see how you have been reborn?

with much love always,

ben

thank you for forgiving me as the bringer of your death
and please forgive me for forcing you to forgive

now open your eye
and look at me


first posting 11/25/06 in this 'universal' reality
accomplished a day before in the page in the book of my life

for my dear coffee
and for my dear cup

one day maybe you'll learn to forgive me
i hope that you do, that in time you could
i, my own myself, i never can

03:20 am 22.01.07
of my here and now

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and of course i forgive
i've seen how you live ...
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but you just smile and take my hand
you've been there you understand...
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ah, my sweet sweet life
what is it that you are teaching me to teach?

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Saturday, January 20, 2007

janus by the door




last night the gates were unbarred.
no one was posted to stand guard.

into my mind, my soul, my heart only one dared to enter.
only hades is protected by the three headed monster.

new paths have been lain.
another had been slain.


new signs were seen and heard.
that song last night, what was the word?

come not now i am away.

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today is already tomorrow.
tomorrow is another day.

art project

again, i break my rule of not letting others do joss' projects for him.

and in the morning what does he say?









he just tilts his head sideways, just a slight degree. then, he smiles a little smile, a little smile that could not really break free.
he does that when he is very, very pleased, because he cannot really say what he wants to say. when he does not know what to say.
he does that when he is happy about something. the shout for joy confined in a half hidden smile. no, not like the mona lisa's.

not at all.

he tilts his head because he cannot really believe that which has been given him. the tilt, a shake of the head in disbelief.

that he was made happy i am sure. because what he does i do too. i think of the artist's hands that worked for him that night.
i tilt my head just a slight degree. and i smile. i close my eyes and a tear streaks my cheek. my happiness is made complete.

i know he was made happy. one day too he will tilt his head, smile his little smile with a tear in his eye. God bless where that apple fell.


God bless and guide those artist's loving hands


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gates unbarred

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tonight the gates are unbarred.
no one is posted to stand guard.

into my mind, my soul, my heart don't be afraid to enter.
only hades is protected by the three headed monster.
new paths have been lain.
new signs were seen and heard.
that song tonight, what a wonderful word
that song tonight, what a wonderful world.
come my love let us walk a little way.

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

huling patak ng luha – dos no metro dos

heaven, a last rain droplet shed
streaked through lilac and saffron sky
behind, a clouds’ bridge in iris' colored palette
heavier, nearer the plunge of liquid fire
a shaft of lightning thunder-crashed on bedrock skin
clinks of splashing, a tinkling of shattering crystal glass
an upshoot showering of flowering sparks
in a new horizon unaffixed stars are made
a gentle breeze’s blow for the glow to billow
the start of the dance of a thousand fireflies



for the rainbow in cairo, thanks for pointing to me the rainbow
for ari because you have a rainbow behind you
and another in your pocket; for your lullabye
for mutya the rainbow muse in my heart thanks for
handing me one end of a rose and lavender rainbow
for dianne my sunshine rainbow, my eternal sunshine
for you, standing at the other end of my iris colored bridge

for you and all the named angels, and for the angel to whom God did not give a name

16th of January of the year 2007

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huling patak ng luha – ‘sang kaunaunahan

Huling Patak ng Luha – ‘Sang Kaunaunahan
pagpikit sa karimlang dilim pumatak ang huling luha
perlas na parihaba, mistulang sundang ng sinagtala
gumuhit, umukit, humiwa pagitna sa bahag ng hari
pailanlang, bumulusok, ‘sang santelmong nagkunyari
pagsabog ng buto, suntok ng Diyos sa mukha ng lupa

dumagundong pakulintang, kuliling ng kristal na tanikala

palangit tumilansik, pabulwak, ‘sang bulkang liwanag

san’libong tala nagmula lang sa ‘sang patak na luha




para sa mga lagalag na pumalupang mga anghel
noel, amiel, gabriel, ysmael at raziel
Mula kay azriel, ang kaluluwang alipin ng kalansay at bungo


*ang salitang pumalupa ay nangangahulugang bumabang kusa at hindi nalaglag o nahulog

Enero 16, 2007



to the man who touched the orb

the silver sphere that spinneth a thousand lights
the man whose back I held while
he stretched for the revolving rotating core
of the seven elliptical heavens
to the man whom I laid my eyes on in the dark
the dark where we came back to
with his captured single ray of light
to the unsimple simple man now made into immortal light


to you
for you
and for you my angel of light
for my here and now

17th of January of the year 2007 of my here and now

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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

just because

formerly: you gave me the option to choose and i did


i'll follow you to the ends of the earth.
i'll walk by you til the ends of the earth.
i'll walk with you even if we're heading towards different directions.
i'll walk alongside you even when we're walking on different paths.

i love you because I do.
i love you just as i know you.
i love you just as i know you to be.
i love you because i chose to love you.

you have me in your power.
you have me in your control.
you have control over me ,yes.
you have control over me ,yes, but only
because i let it be so.
because i chose it see.
because i...

do not ever ever ask me why.

not everything has an end
detour?
follow the signs
the signs from your heart
don't you really know why?


first posting 7/28/06
reposted for my here and now

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Monday, January 01, 2007

that's just the way it is

There's no turning back once you've decided to love someone.
Oh no, You can't say "I love You" and come back later saying "i never said that."
Even if the one you love isn't there anymore, or has lost this love for you.
You can't just say, from now on we're just friends, for you can never really be just friends.
The love of your past will always haunt you.

You're cruising down a dark tunnel on a one way road.

The act of love will hurt. The art of healing is strange.
And it takes many forms. As long as you believe it.
If you are an artist, you will be in art.

Something stream-of-conscious... I am remembering.
It starts with music. Soft, the tunes of a piano, like a jaguar's sigh for the moonlight. Nonexsistent. Played by an idiot.

Truth is a jagged dagger coming down like a piano lid crashing on the keys.
That's the temper, it's excitement. A little getting carried away.
Drunk with the sounds of tinkling bells of rain.
The chink of glasses are the blinking of the dark eyes with stars for souls.
And his face lovely and childish, like a toy to be broken.

Too lovely to be broken is
this face, the trembling mouth too subtle
for jigsaw puzzle pieces, floating its airy words.


first posting 7/26/06
reposted for my here and now