gising na ako

Antagal ko ding palang nakatulog at nakabangong muli.
sa pilas ng dahon, ramdam ko sa aking palad na bago na pala ang panahon
ang ihip ng hanging naglalambing yumayakap sumasalubong sa aking katauhan
nadidinig ko na ang din ang lagablab ng apoy sa abang puso
tumulak na din ang daloy ng dugo

naalala ko na... ako nga pala si Sinag-Tala at hinahanap kita Jiahesa

February 18 - untitled

of two gems bles' mine i count. pray i to have four ti' my dominican gem. we vow on marshals eye, keep fire til amaranth.

i learned that a family is a place where principles are hammered and honed on the anvil of everyday living.

tis word i say

"if a single flower could bring a smile to your face think how a Village of Flower Blossom could do, I am Villaflores"

take heed and bare witness to the truth that lies herewith for there are written and sayeth by eyeofv

so it begun

twas a long slumber yet my soul is awake, its been awhile since the last time i dash thy quill to praise an adon of mine amaranth.

five minutes past before the intro

there she is my nila'nej...

lying on smooth sheets that tease her cute lil feet. an ivory legs that no mare could resist. my cunning eyes let it cannot escape her curve outward past the normal, for behind it where our blessed love wilst sprung.

crimson august

d' chancse of et eterna is gone with the wind for red moon hath pass'd without thy presence... learn'd thy the past though alone wilst bring smile-noth, but more i value and loveth t' amaranth.

may there be one crimson august yet it is just a page of ayr lives. leave i this note to thee "there are more than meet thae' eyes" for iy'aem ti' eyeofv

lighter side of the dark leon

8 months since my last post... nothing dark this time my fellow brethen.

midnite coffees, bday pizzas, accentuated english, dashing clothes, irrate customers, fm in cabs, so much money so lil time, late night parties, sunrise beer, crush on TLs, fight for appraisals, die-hard friendship, tears for luv, nothing missing, just everything. some people call it call center style. I simply call it life.

eye of v & the heart of jia

dark desire tis night, a song of darkness,
imp vent their howl. The thirsting one
stirs.

Curling wisps of death shrouds her pale form,
a brooding wrath.

Her raven hair cascades overpale and tragic shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I rise.

the taming of jiahesa, the love of ayava

the night falls with a silent sigh, soulless are we.
the god for which you lustflares once, then dies,
swept away by guilt.
all hope must end.

your passion throbs no more.
how could you hate me?
our dark emotions surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.

READ MY LIPS

It is a night of dark desire, a song of
ethereal pain,
wolves vent their howls. The eternal one
awakes.

Mist shrouds her deathly form,
an everlasting agony.

Her ebon hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,I thirst.