Philippine-made!
Music
The Top 20 Singles
Find out who's on top!
Deathmatches
Spoofing the spoofmasters.
My Music
My own attempts at songwriting. mp3s not available.
Album Reviews
Some albums I've taken the time to listen to and rate. What do you think?
Music Interviews
Supporting Philippine independent music (and major label players)!
Gig Articles
Some gig's I've covered, usually underground and quite enjoyable.
Literati
My Work
Some poetry, a little fiction, and a lot of chutzpah.
Mere Writers
Freelance writers' organization.
Me
Online Resume
I am not much. But I am.
Contact
My contact information.
Links
Some other websites I think are phat.
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In the early light of day, she greets me with a smile.
I welcome her with silence, with the flattest of all style.
She puts her arms around me, and plants a blessing meek,
the lightest of all kisses, on my undeserving cheek.
I desire to pay attention, I crave to let her know,
that my feelings are still strong for her, that I still love her so.
I can sense with all perception, she believes that I mean well.
Yet my hands remain away from her, in discomfort, I can tell.
She beckons me to come and whisper silent in her ear,
all the things I've told her, things that we hold dear.
Yet I still sit away from that perfection I desire,
with the inexplicable belief that ice can defy fire.
And so she sits, rejected, and her heart begins to ache,
as my own heart dejected yells it is about to break.
The imbalance of our passion and inequality of our love
tempts my soul to ask for its damnation from above.
She still loves me with that strength and that need for pleasured pain.
I attempt to give it back, but, yet, somehow, I restrain.
She insists that she is lucky, that she is blessed with me.
How I long to just inform I'm the lucky one, not she.
In the late hours of the evening, I am racked with all of this.
My thoughts persist to linger on the woman that she is.
Tomorrow is another day, and I promise a fervent vow,
that the moment will arive when I say our love is equal now.
Back to My Word
mere madness