From 1995…. and the 1st time in a public space. I wrote it with a Sharpie on coffee filters….in a frenzied, but straight stream-of-conscious-devil’s-work-of-pen…. cheesy or not…..No cross-outs, no re-writes…..line by line…just as it all fit onto the “pages”….round and unbound….now in a little turnaround…..

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I spat & looked at the
spit that dripped from
the opening of my core,
there – I saw – what flowed
inside me – A degree of
grossness and wonder at the
same time – a correlation
of the mundane and
insane – the
profane – essence
of life – the wife of
the world – Nature that is
– a wizard of the
Earth – a birth of
freedom & – wisdom –
– chizdom of
vison-
an incision into
a fabricated, supposed
strengthened layer -a
barrier – of insecurity –
intrinsically manifested
out of fear – A false
ear – or
rather out
of existence –
a struggle for persistence
an insistence of
survival – – Fuck the
rival – because
the only one is
yourself

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Earlier today. Right in the cracks of the pavement…So awesome…

This was back in July.

I’ve been into these little flights of wonder lately:

Something I was reminded of the other day…
It was the mid to late 1980s. While girls around me were gawking over the pretty boys in Teen Beat, this is who made me feel all giddy (ok, I was gawking a little at those boys too ;):

I don’t remember how I first saw him. All the Ray Bradbury I had been reading a couple of years before probably had something to do with his appeal. Or maybe it was that third eye. Whatever. I thought he was beautiful. I think he was actually the first “older man” I had a crush on. I had forgetten about him for a while until 1996 when I read that he passed away. Some memories came back to me. It was also the same year Tupac, Ella and Gene Kelly moved on. I guess this is an anniversary of sorts for them all. And a reminder for me that there are still some pieces I need to pull over from back then. So here I am, thinking about the time in 1996 when I had been thinking about a period during the mid to late 1980s. What an interesting cycle of reminders and musings. I suppose that happens. It’s a way of keeping me connected to other times and parts of myself. Much like a tattoo would. Mike Wilson would’ve been around 54 this year.

Huli man daw at magaling, naihahabol din.
(It is never too late to offer anything that is good.)

Evanescent and everlasting
Random, yet exacting
Fervent, but contrasting
A pace that pushes patience
Forward on the exhale
As held breath is entailed
Endurance will prevail

cal·cu·late:
1. To ascertain by computation; reckon
2. To make an estimate of; evaluate
3. To make for a deliberate purpose; design

in·tu·i·tion:
1. a. The act or faculty of knowing or sensing without the use of rational processes; immediate cognition. See Synonyms at reason.
b. Knowledge gained by the use of this faculty; a perceptive insight.
2. A sense of something not evident or deducible; an impression.

forth·right:
1. Direct and without evasion; straightforward: a forthright appraisal; forthright criticism.
2. Archaic. Proceeding straight ahead.

pa·tient:
3. Tolerant; understanding
4. Persevering; constant
5. Capable of calmly awaiting an outcome or result; not hasty or impulsive.

There area a gazillion thoughts swirling around in my mind, but until I gather them a little more cohesively……

(Found this as a journal entry from November 2000)

Life is a Light filled wish that I can swish my way through…

Link to article on World Changing:
Questioning Reality, Creating The Future

Stripped down and wrangled, mangled, all fuckin’ tangled.
Where to begin? Eve’s hallowing out my soul, searchin’ for the saint.