maybe we were two lonely souls in an infinite number of universes that coexists at the same time so in the least cases when other universes cease to rotate; we were looking at each other’s eye— half consciously exchanging breaths as we stood in a random street on a random time with random people in Metro Manila.
maybe we were two lonely souls devoid of life with its absurdities and ambiguities that when other universes began to move— adverse was ours. we were motionless and breathless and static and frantic amongst the dismal place where we stood under the rain and under the heat of the sun; dear, did you feel the spontaneity of our souls for the first time in a lifetime?
maybe we were two lonely souls searching for our own universe in this infinite number of universes that when we finally had the chance to meet on a road with nowhere to go while listening to our timeless symphonies of pleasure, pain, and lost; we found universe at each other’s soul.
maybe we were two lonely souls before we met in Metro Manila. maybe we were two lonely souls when we were living in abyss. maybe we were two lonely souls before we found our infinite universe at each other. maybe we were two lonely souls before we knew love.
I know that I have loved you sometime in the past we're two souls out in the slipstream with no sail upon the mast two souls in search of someone and I know that someone's you we've been in love forever at least a time or two
I have known you for forever yes, I know that it was you we are looking for each other and each time, our love is new we are souls without direction we have been in love before and we're destined to repeat it in time forever more
we might skip a generation ok maybe one or two we are searching for each other at least I am for you we aren't famous individuals just two souls on the wind who are cursed to keep repeating for once, we must have sinned
we are stuck inside the vortex of an endless loop of souls coming back to search forever through a sea of timeless holes we have been in love forever and until we get it right we are two stars always burning in the cold dark winter night
we are souls out on the slipstream we have played the lover's game we both know we've been together because our love it seems the same it's a love built on the ages we know we'll meet again one day we'll get it perfect so now my love...'till then...
i wake up and i think of you and i look out of my window it is grey and the lights stopped glittering a long time ago and i smoke and i smoke and i smoke
i pour my coffee and i think of you my mugs are stained, the blemishes plaster the cups and never come off. they have left their mark, exactly they way you stamped yours and i smoke and i smoke and i smoke
the shower beats my skin and i think of you i scrub; i scratch my pores with soap but the filth resides, it clings and fills my orifices. i am choked by dirt and i smoke and i smoke and i smoke
i exist through my days and i think of you everything is dampened by desolation and every one has your eyes. this city repulses me, it sneers at me and growls ‘there is nothing to keep you here’ and i smoke and i smoke and i smoke.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star-shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry.. I am not there. I did not die.
Woman wants monogamy; Man delights in novelty. Love is woman's moon and sun; Man has other forms of fun. Woman lives but in her lord; Count to ten, and man is bored. With this the gist and sum of it, What earthly good can come of it?
There was a rose that faded young; I saw its shattered beauty hung Upon a broken stem. I heard them say, "What need to care With roses budding everywhere?" I did not answer them.
There was a bird, brought down to die; They said, "A hundred fill the sky-- What reason to be sad?" There was a girl, whose lover fled; I did not wait, the while they said, "There's many another lad."