tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63390722012-02-16T17:52:32.644-08:00Blue Moon Station©bms 2003- 2009
All Rights Reservedbluenoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-24811534801561420352009-12-25T10:07:00.000-08:002009-12-25T10:10:51.125-08:00Blue ChristmasIcy December, lonely winterDreamily watching the snow flakes fallingIn my flat just south of LansingWeary thoughts circling in mind-boggling proportionsTo a far away country, a warm home in the tropicsNoche Buena, puto bumbong, and Misa de Gallo.Christmas in a foreign country, alone in a cold bedroomJust passing the time with nothing else to doThis time when I call home long bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-3802156654205203582009-12-17T13:59:00.000-08:002009-12-25T10:11:51.009-08:00InnocenceHer dreams of lonely taleswould touch the wearycreeping foolish complexityof the human heart#Dalityapi Unpoemed/ Makata/ June 2003bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-1149738459144894902006-06-07T20:41:00.000-07:002009-12-25T10:12:22.676-08:00"LAYOG"I have a story to tell but it is not for the faint-hearted.It happened about six summers ago yet my recollections are still fresh despite the years for I have never experienced that kind of thing before and I don’t want that harrowing experience to happen again, ever.As you see, I came from an obscure town in a remote province in southern Philippines where belief in the supernatural is bluenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-1119709229116745832005-06-25T07:06:00.000-07:002009-12-25T10:12:53.192-08:00BATTLE-SCARREDOne chilly Spring morning whilesitting alone by the banks of the Detroit Riverthoughts meander on remote but vivid memoriesof a foreign land-Vietnam!1969 in Khe Sanwhere I lost my soul, dreams and all...Today,the smell of burning flesh, rubber and gasolinestill reeks in my brain-burning my nostrils and making my stomach sickthat cannot be eased by any pill.In Wyandotte,where the bluenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-1091284877517541322004-07-31T07:36:00.000-07:002009-12-25T10:19:49.060-08:00AgnethaBeneath Agnetha's forlorn face, you can still seeThe traces of the things that she had been through --Chasing rainbows that weren't there,Dreams that turned into gruesome nightmaresShe once had been caught, you seeIn the shameless confusion that is the dark worldOf the pill-popping inebriated lost people, trying to findSolace in the magical promise that never was.For years and years she bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-1089480226879193642004-07-10T10:23:00.000-07:002009-12-25T10:13:21.744-08:00Truth or DareWords have no meaningComing from your mouth that spews nothing but fireI have learned to take them on the cheekAnd turn a deaf ear and shrug a cold shoulder.I am not blind you know?I just learned how to cope without my colored glasses onI don't know where exactly it all beganBut I know that it was not so long agoWhen I was bewitched by your uncanny charmAnd fell into a spell that I bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-1085074234237261822004-05-20T10:29:00.000-07:002009-12-25T10:13:38.343-08:00May JaneI picked you up in the garden,One bright May morning.I inhaled and smelled your fragranceSoothing and calming my restless being.I have watched your beautyAs it faded and wilted intoThe heat of my sweaty palmsCrushing my illusionsBreaking my fragile heartInto a thousand bits and pieces.A requiem for the dead.#Philippine Daily Inquirer/ YOU/ May 2004bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-1079527040383179462004-03-17T04:36:00.000-08:002009-12-17T13:51:39.155-08:00Sand manI leave my heart in the sandWhere the wavesCan wash awayMy misery.Ever since you went awayMy mind is in astate of disarray.I know thatI should never haveLoved you.But what can I really do?SomedayYou will understandWhy I buried my heartIn the sand.#Phillipine Daily Inquirer/ YOU/ March 2004bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-1076565688685545392004-02-11T22:00:00.000-08:002009-12-25T10:14:02.542-08:00Sanctuary Meaningless wordsand empty feelings-- Forbidden emotions.Four-sided wallsand padded cushions-- Nightmarish solutions.Anemic bloodsuckersand anorexic nutcrackers-- Purveyors of hallucinations.Muffled silence,demented perceptionin the worldof straightjacketseclusion.Baseless viewsFearless liesInvalid reasonsTriumphed in the mindsof the absurd.#Poetic Voices/ May 2003bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-1075355174549315952004-01-28T21:44:00.000-08:002009-12-25T10:14:25.223-08:00Emotional CircleLaughing out loudcrying in silenceRepressed emotionstrying hard not to causea commotion...Tears in your eyesPain in my heartNerves of steelpretending nothingis real...Dying hopesWasted ambitionsLosing one's soulin the whirlwindof corrodedminds ofthe people of the lie.A sure ticketto eternaldamnation.#Philippine Daily Inquirer/ YOU Section/ January 2004bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-1074945156077222842004-01-24T03:51:00.000-08:002009-12-25T10:14:43.765-08:00Architectural PlaysSchematic diagrams of damned soulsIn uncharted sea of passionBlue prints of seductionLost in the blue horizonSilly thoughts, crazy ideasSimple notions, moronic solutionsTo the simple questions.Building relationshipsFrom the dust of creationIs a simple excuse to damnation?Bodies carved in stoneSaturated in oil of secretionsMaking plans for the big summationGraphic emotions, bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-1074585724883893852004-01-19T23:33:00.000-08:002009-12-25T10:14:59.282-08:00Brush Strokes Awkward landscapes and distant crooked buildingsBathing nudes and aquamarine riversCalloused eyes and women of styleDeadly venomous asps and orange fruitcakesEager brushes by the pale trembling handsPained strokes on moldy canvassesPropped on broken easel in a gray-wallpapered studioShowcasing the best works that I can doBlue trees on emerald forestsOverlooking the impressive bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-1074341938292262682004-01-17T04:08:00.000-08:002009-12-25T10:15:15.789-08:00Invisible TouchLove breathes airIn molecular ice cloudsof fantasy.Gleaming silky slumberof invisible crystalline dreamsThe winds of apprehensionIs perceptible in the cloudsThe quietude is beyondWisdom…As she inhales the mistof eternity.#The Sidewalk's EndVolume 5 Issue 1Four- Year Anniversary Issue (2003)bluenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339072.post-1074258026263933502004-01-16T04:57:00.000-08:002009-12-17T13:48:34.184-08:00We StrikeTHE night is very cold and damp. We are in position on the hilly portion of the road leading to San Leonardo waiting in ambush for the enemy to come out from the bushes. A tip from one of our informants tells us that a group of New Peoples Army communist rebels would be passing our area tonight en route to a plenum of the provincial party committee in the hinterlands of Nueva Vizcaya.It bluenoreply@blogger.com0