Nobody Likes A Poet

Apparently nobody is diggin on my poetry...

I'm leaving for San Diego for Memorial weekend.  My dad's side of the family live there.  I'm meeting my half brother for the first time.  That should be interesting...  I'm more excited to see my other half siblings, cousins and my uncle.  Plus, I'll experience some real Filipino food for a change.  YES!

Newly single, I'm hoping to hit up a club while we're out there.  I'm making my very Christian cousin take me out.  Don't you worry, I plan to wear my, "bend me over heels."

Just a quick update.  Take it easy!

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You hold me close and refuse to let me go,

I run my fingers through your graying hair.

My heavy head fits perfectly in the crook of your neck,

and you whisper softly in my ear.

I forget why I was upset, I forget what I had lost,

I lose all control.

Limp in your arms I know,

All I need is you.

Mother is Drowning

I slowly drop my body into the water.
Like a sinking balloon, buoyant but eventually succumbing
to my surroundings, I release.
The pool is cold and dark underneath me;
Its body feels oily between my fingers and toes.
I’m surrounded by filth.  Rubber tires, foam cups, cigarette butts.
These cigarettes; the same tar and smoke that plagues my own lungs
now plagues hers as well.
Once plump and carefree, these sea puppies
now migrate with a purpose they will never see the end of.
You watch me as I crawl through ashy muck, helping her along
as best I can to shore.  I can’t do it alone.
She’s drowning and we can only watch,
suffocating like air in an hourglass.

True Story *Explicit*

I hate video posts too, and even though everything in my being said, NOOOOOOOO!  DON'T DO IT... I couldn't help myself.  I almost peed myself when I saw this:



She's back?  Oh good.  Because I don't know about you, but I really missed her...

So by, "put it on," she really means, "take it off," right?

Now that you've survived that mess... I'd like to introduce to you my favorite part of this post:



Aint that the truth.

Contrast

One of my more obscure scribblins... think of it what you will.

Descending into this faded view,
I’m not sure where I’m going, or where I’ve been for that matter.
We’re never quite sure where we end up.
For some there’s comfort that lies in that fact.
For others, like myself,
it leaves an uneasy feeling in the back of our throats.
Tossing and turning, the sheets scrap every inch of my skin in the darkness.
Rough like sandpaper, this cotton weave transcends reality.
A dim light beams brightly onto the back of my cornea like a laser beam.
The street light flickers,
on and off in a redundant act that becomes so familiar, it feels like a piece of home.
Sinking deeper now, turning away from the light.
Now home drifts farther away than ever before,
Not even a secret can survive here.
Alone at last.

Maui, in a Nutshell

Maui

A gorgeous beach, appropriately named, Big Beach.

My footprints in the sand.

 My hangout (complete with Corona)

The view from under my umbrella.

...and then David Hasselhoff ran in slow motion across the beach...

The most delicious Mahi Mahi I have ever tasted.

The ultimate pedicure.

 Our convertible got "laid," (yuk yuk yuk)

A tropical paradise we swam in off the Road to Hana.

In conclusion, I never wanted to return to this landlocked state............