A Fading Memory

A Fading Memory

April 18, 2020

Pure, innocent, otherworldly;

A fading memory of my love and pain -

You were but the best part of my every dream.

-Diary of the Earl

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It Is Not Good For Me To Be Alone

It Is Not Good For Me To Be Alone
December 7, 2018

At one peaceful night, I was sitting on top of a boulder near a coconut tree under the twinkling multitude of stars pinned in the black curtains of the night sky;

Beside the seas during a beautiful view of colorful orangey sunrise, I was sitting in the pebbles watching the waves race to the beach like white-clothed people marching forward in the streets to take down thrones of kings and queens vanishing in the sands of time;

Each time I climbed Mt. Casambat, I was immersed in the greenery of ricefields and guava trees and cogon grasses as their leaves sway like korean pop dancers at the sounds of the touch and whispers of the wind;

Yet amidst the beauty and serenity and peace and balance of these fab creations,

I still felt that it was not good for me to be alone.

The world was perfect and the creation should have stopped when I was created,

Yet when I was asleep and snoring at the comfort and security of flora and fauna inside the garden,

In the same manner that I was molded using bare hands, 

She was separated from me and received life.

There and thereafter without her returning to my embrace giving back the warmth that would make my heart beat faster, 

Like a stampede of horses running towards safety away from the fangs of the chasing lions and lionesses, I shall never be complete.

Behold, I raise my hands to the heavens,

My soul roaring at the top of my lungs, 

Praying for the fate to let me bump with the rest of my ribs and let me be whole again 

And never be broken for eternity.

-Diary of the Earl
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Echoes of Innocent Voices

Echoes of Innocent Voices
December 25, 2019

Homesick;
Nostalgic,
Singing silentnights in the streets of a backwater place at the heart of the pearl of the orient seas,
Peaceful nights,
Dark skies,
Firmament glistening with moon and stars,
Golden clouds and rainbowrings,
Cool breeze and its soft whispers,
Tempos and rhythms of the ocean waves,
Claps and clatters of Narra tree branches,
Orchestra of the crickets, bats and owls,
Little hands playing the tambourines made of bottle caps and iron wires,
Shabby clothes,
Young company and shuffle of innocent voices,
With drums made of tin cans, plastic wraps and rubberbands,
Kids singing, bickering and laughing,
What a melodious night,
Divine,
Oh night, Oh night divine;
Oh how time fades like the sound of a note in a Christmas carol;
Childhood memories echoing to my soul.

-Diary of the Earl
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